I peeled myself out of the shadows as I walked further into the labyrinth that was the forest of the Dawn dwellers. It had been months since my mother had deposited my spindly frame at the swamp I had been calling home since, months of growing and forming into the young adult that I was now. No longer were my limbs too long for my frame, my mane stuck up like some sort of weak mohawk, no longer was I just a feeble child wondering what I had done to deserve being deserted...even if I had been left by a creature who had never shown me any sort of affection you'd expect from a life bringing vessel. Inky ears flicked on my tarnished crown as I strode confidently into the unknown, the brisk autumn breeze tickling at the base of my hairs, lupine orange eyes darted about, not quite ready to be noticed by the dwellers of these parts. Not quite ready for the social contact that would come once I removed my own shadow-like form from the depth of the darkened world.
The sound of rushing water moves through the music of silence, redirecting the path that had no direction. Where there was rushing water there would be a place to rest for the night, or even a few days until I prepared myself for a not so grand entrance into the world once again. I chewed my lip, feeling the scarred skin give as blunted teeth sank and the metallic taste of my own blood coated my tongue once again, by now this was a norm, I yearned for the pain I knew I was supposed to feel when the life giving fluid rushed out from torn, jagged edges of flesh. The pain that had caused my own dam to be afraid of me as she ran off into the mist.
There wasn't much time to miss what I have never had before the sound of the river drowned out the thoughts in my head, the spray of water kissing my scarred limbs that if looked at in a certain angle still carried a slight bit of the awkwardness of youth. A smirk tugged at the scarred, bleeding corners of my lips as I drew closer to the rocky shore of the water, until the grey form caught my eye. If the moon hadn't hit him just right I probably would have been too caught up in my own mind to notice him. Inky ears flicked back into my tangled tresses, "Fuck..." I muttered as orange eyes drifted between the creature staring at his reflection and the shadows I could easily disappear back into..
"speech"
The sound of rushing water moves through the music of silence, redirecting the path that had no direction. Where there was rushing water there would be a place to rest for the night, or even a few days until I prepared myself for a not so grand entrance into the world once again. I chewed my lip, feeling the scarred skin give as blunted teeth sank and the metallic taste of my own blood coated my tongue once again, by now this was a norm, I yearned for the pain I knew I was supposed to feel when the life giving fluid rushed out from torn, jagged edges of flesh. The pain that had caused my own dam to be afraid of me as she ran off into the mist.
There wasn't much time to miss what I have never had before the sound of the river drowned out the thoughts in my head, the spray of water kissing my scarred limbs that if looked at in a certain angle still carried a slight bit of the awkwardness of youth. A smirk tugged at the scarred, bleeding corners of my lips as I drew closer to the rocky shore of the water, until the grey form caught my eye. If the moon hadn't hit him just right I probably would have been too caught up in my own mind to notice him. Inky ears flicked back into my tangled tresses, "Fuck..." I muttered as orange eyes drifted between the creature staring at his reflection and the shadows I could easily disappear back into..
"speech"
ULYSSES
if they laugh, fuck 'em all
