Post by Ari on May 22, 2007 14:37:36 GMT -5
The darkness likes to surround all, to capture the unaware wanderers in their grasp and hold them there until sunrise. Let them think they are living their last breath, let them believe that this is the end, when really, all it is, is a silly prank from the night that thinks that no one should be in their lands after dark, that all should be in their herdlands, sleeping to a dream that would never come true, but a wish that they always fell asleep with, and one that they always woke up to with it on their minds. And though, the wary dark found that tonight was no different, one mare did.
The nighttime was hers. It was hers to think, hers to wonder, and hers to dream. She knew that in the dimness lay predators that could kill so easily, she did not care. To her, it was part of the escape. It was her escape from the real world, from those that wished to hold in their hands control of the whole world, the universe, when really, it was all in their heads, instead of it being real. This was her time, and though she did not blend in really well, for her, it was life. She was born with the darkness to hide her, and now, the gloom had helped her here. And though she was actually caring, she was quiet, more observant, but still knew her own opinions. She still told of her mind, of what was there, but never so very easily to which she was called a neutral.
Daggers sliced through the softened Earth so easily, leaving hoofprints that could be followed by anyone if they just tried to look for them. Charcoal tail flew behind her like leaves blowing from a tree, while her mane flopped against her neck oh so easily also. She stopped under a tree, in the shield of night as her intelligent auburn eyes took in what looked like could be her home, for when did anybody want somebody who was just so open with her words? She knew many a stallion that wanted mares that were quiet and bowed down, but that wasn’t her. Really, she bowed to only those that she respected. A sigh was emitted as she thought of her future, most likely being here for a time, and then moving on somewhere else. Now what was she going to do?
This night seemed to hold secrets, secrets of the lost, the beloved, the alone. Secrets that might hold true here, but elsewhere, were marked false. Full of them was this land made of. She could tell from the mistiness that the trees beheld and the creakiness of their branches as they gossiped to one another. The crackling of the grass under her hooves as the grass went dormant was like a cannon that went off elsewhere and could still be heard. A twig would snap, and someone would jump. Secrets, many of them, and nowhere to hide them. Would she find out these secrets as she ventured further into these lands, or would they stay hidden out of sight and out of earshot forever and ever, making her feel lonely, knowing that more know than she does.
Where was the light that she so wished for right now? To harbor in a land where the rays would seek you out and splash playfully against your pelt before retreating to find another. Where were those lands? She wished to know. Midnight pelt shook a little as the coldness delved into her skin and rattled her bones, making her quake upon the sturdy ground. But she would not fall, she would not let the elements take her down. The gloom was her friend, not her enemy, no matter how many lights thought that weird. Born in the darkness, and left in the darkness, the darkness was holding her captive. A damsel in distress? More like an equine lost in the days of sunrises and sunsets, and not knowing which to follow. The light was where her steps had taken her, and she would stay there...whether or not the shadows that dwell here like it or not.
The nighttime was hers. It was hers to think, hers to wonder, and hers to dream. She knew that in the dimness lay predators that could kill so easily, she did not care. To her, it was part of the escape. It was her escape from the real world, from those that wished to hold in their hands control of the whole world, the universe, when really, it was all in their heads, instead of it being real. This was her time, and though she did not blend in really well, for her, it was life. She was born with the darkness to hide her, and now, the gloom had helped her here. And though she was actually caring, she was quiet, more observant, but still knew her own opinions. She still told of her mind, of what was there, but never so very easily to which she was called a neutral.
Daggers sliced through the softened Earth so easily, leaving hoofprints that could be followed by anyone if they just tried to look for them. Charcoal tail flew behind her like leaves blowing from a tree, while her mane flopped against her neck oh so easily also. She stopped under a tree, in the shield of night as her intelligent auburn eyes took in what looked like could be her home, for when did anybody want somebody who was just so open with her words? She knew many a stallion that wanted mares that were quiet and bowed down, but that wasn’t her. Really, she bowed to only those that she respected. A sigh was emitted as she thought of her future, most likely being here for a time, and then moving on somewhere else. Now what was she going to do?
This night seemed to hold secrets, secrets of the lost, the beloved, the alone. Secrets that might hold true here, but elsewhere, were marked false. Full of them was this land made of. She could tell from the mistiness that the trees beheld and the creakiness of their branches as they gossiped to one another. The crackling of the grass under her hooves as the grass went dormant was like a cannon that went off elsewhere and could still be heard. A twig would snap, and someone would jump. Secrets, many of them, and nowhere to hide them. Would she find out these secrets as she ventured further into these lands, or would they stay hidden out of sight and out of earshot forever and ever, making her feel lonely, knowing that more know than she does.
Where was the light that she so wished for right now? To harbor in a land where the rays would seek you out and splash playfully against your pelt before retreating to find another. Where were those lands? She wished to know. Midnight pelt shook a little as the coldness delved into her skin and rattled her bones, making her quake upon the sturdy ground. But she would not fall, she would not let the elements take her down. The gloom was her friend, not her enemy, no matter how many lights thought that weird. Born in the darkness, and left in the darkness, the darkness was holding her captive. A damsel in distress? More like an equine lost in the days of sunrises and sunsets, and not knowing which to follow. The light was where her steps had taken her, and she would stay there...whether or not the shadows that dwell here like it or not.