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Post by ATTY on Dec 14, 2011 18:58:58 GMT -8
 n a m a a h ; from my graceless heart
A sweet lick of a sweaty breeze sizzled against her cool cheeks, and the sun shone a hazy black against her skin. They called me beautiful, with sombre fire-eyes that extinguished emotion and silver ringlets that fell for hours to hide silvered scars on my stick-wrists.
They called me beautiful.
I wore her eyes, and her face, her hair, her skin, her body, her her her! I was anything but beautiful, I was anything but myself. I was the clone of daddy’s origami girl, of Emmaline, of my mother. From her I had sucked all of her glamour, the superficial ‘things’, and from daddy dearest, I was him incarnate inside. His tortured blackness I cradled with my paper-thin hands – it was all I had left of him, and all I held dear. As dangerous a father as he had been to me, he had shaped the inner me with chisels poised to plunge deeper.
I strode through the macabre eve with languid steps punctuated by a wake of yellow curls, the tip of my tail darkened by the heavy wetness that seeped down the cavern walls. I went like a swallow, flitting on tiptoes between caverns, peering into the darkness with fire eyes, then moving on. Belong as I did to the night world and the quiet, I was hungry tonight for the dish of company served with a dash of play. Shatter the silence, I intended to do. Merrily I made my way, curling through the bends like a viper, myself as lady medusa herself, I moved on, snake-ringlets bouncing with each feminine step.
"Come out, come out" i giggled airily, "where ever you are..." (kitty wants to play)
- open for any boyo <3
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Post by Solar on Jan 5, 2012 18:21:09 GMT -8
 Beauty is what rests within the eyes of the beholder, or so how I viewed some of the facts of life. Yes, looks played a part in seeking attention from another. Though for me as shockingly as this may appear to some it's what is mostly hidden amidst the insides of the other who draws me close, wanting to spend time with them. I guess it stems off of I'm not much for looks in that particular department, at least that's what I think every time I see my reflection in the water. I keep myself fit as it's the best chance I've got to survive fending for myself. My coat remains clean, dusty and dull at times but you can't help that given the weather or season. Living the life of a bachelor for what seemed like forever. Can't remember much before the avalanche left a nasty bump upon my crown, so as for the parent I most took after looks and personality wise..your guess would be as good as mine. I could honestly care less about the whole thing. I'm me and that should be plenty.
Brushing aside all those thoughts I had focused them on the unknown. My travels away from the valley of my empty home, left me exploring the many lands Tuathia had to offer searching for company, and hopeful herd members. So far each encounter was few and far between. Still, with the breeze picking up and drifting new scents of others I had not given up the search. With nightfall just around the next passing cloud and what looks like a nighttime storm fast on the approach I sought as best a shelter I could find given the terrain I was currently in. The Howling Caverns, with the wind whipping through each turn and tunnel, a great place to wind up lost or to loose your footing if one wasn't careful. I've been here once, but just briefly. Deciding to venture deeper into the slim pathways an echo of laughter bounces of the walls in what seems like each direction catches my attention, but where was it coming from? My midnight frame halts briefly trying to pin point it's origin...
Complete ~ Sorry for the long wait Atty! I hearts you! Hawk has been in a funky mood lately. >.< |
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Post by ATTY on Jan 19, 2012 22:25:59 GMT -8
<3 NO RUSH. Really (:
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