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Post by [B E L L A] on Apr 1, 2008 18:28:16 GMT -5
When life drains away, and leaves you alone to die, it's easy to think you weren't meant to be here. When you've done to many things in life that leave you to shame, thing's you can't forgive yourself, or be forgiven for.. The things that slowly eat you away, until your nothing but a dark memory, longed to be forgotten by many. Life is nothing more then a fairytale land. A place that either makes, or breaks you. Either loves you, or kills you. A place so unforgiving, so trecherous that your very life is threatened by your own kind everyday. Many say, just leave it, it will get better soon, I Promise. Those words are never true. You can't just leave it, you can't just stand and watch, thing's will never get better, never return to normal. And promises. Promises are nothing more then words said for reassurance, but they are never kept. You can admit everything in a flurry of words that leaves in a jumbled mess, satisfied that you are fine, everything will be okay now. Your wrong. The things I've commited will never be okay, never leave me be, they haunt me every waking moment, every dream is a nightmare. Ever breath a chill to the lifeless bones that made, Me.
I picked my way over the dense undergrowth of leaves, vines, and roots. Things trembled in my presence, and fled in despair. The trees seemed to whisper to themselves, wondering how such a creature could wander upon such a place. A place to find love. Turth be told, I, Wrath, had not come here on the verge of romance, to mother a so called darling burden. I had come on sheer chance. I had run, run away from all these memories that left only another piece of my icey heart behind on the lonely trail here. My life was torture. My parents killed, my herd destroyed. And worst of all. It had all been done by... Me. I had slit my father's throat, crushed my mothers lungs. Shattered the whole herd into a frenzy and sent several off a cliff, and then I'd basked in the glory of their blood. The crimson liquid had stained my hooves, and later, left tears to fall. My auditives were pinned back, giving me an aggresive look. A look feared by many. My pelt was stained a deep bay, lightening to chestnut at the flank. My mane fell a tangled mess to mid-shoulder, giving me that rough, deadly touch. My tail drug the ground, within it littered leaves and twigs, matts of coarse hair inbetween. Icey breaths misted from my paper thin nostrils, adding to the coat of fog that was smeared around the forest. Luck had brought me upon this place, and I depended on it to get me out. My leg's gathered momentum and pushed forward as I broke into a surprisingly even tri-beated gait. My hooves left imprints. A curse of a reminder of the dangerous path I had taken. I was deadly, I was terrible, a mere horror to most, and prayed not to be seen by more. I. Am Wrath.
I picked my way over the dense undergrowth of leaves, vines, and roots. Things trembled in my presence, and fled in despair. The trees seemed to whisper to themselves, wondering how such a creature could wander upon such a place. A place to find love. Turth be told, I, Wrath, had not come here on the verge of romance, to mother a so called darling burden. I had come on sheer chance. I had run, run away from all these memories that left only another piece of my icey heart behind on the lonely trail here. My life was torture. My parents killed, my herd destroyed. And worst of all. It had all been done by... Me. I had slit my father's throat, crushed my mothers lungs. Shattered the whole herd into a frenzy and sent several off a cliff, and then I'd basked in the glory of their blood. The crimson liquid had stained my hooves, and later, left tears to fall. My auditives were pinned back, giving me an aggresive look. A look feared by many. My pelt was stained a deep bay, lightening to chestnut at the flank. My mane fell a tangled mess to mid-shoulder, giving me that rough, deadly touch. My tail drug the ground, within it littered leaves and twigs, matts of coarse hair inbetween. Icey breaths misted from my paper thin nostrils, adding to the coat of fog that was smeared around the forest. Luck had brought me upon this place, and I depended on it to get me out. My leg's gathered momentum and pushed forward as I broke into a surprisingly even tri-beated gait. My hooves left imprints. A curse of a reminder of the dangerous path I had taken. I was deadly, I was terrible, a mere horror to most, and prayed not to be seen by more. I. Am Wrath.
