Don't Wonder Too Far [Ill x May]
Oct 22, 2014 9:42:53 GMT -6
Post by amity on Oct 22, 2014 9:42:53 GMT -6
Mayhem
Trinity | Muse: I don't even know | 0515 |
Tiny daggers danced, they found their way through the twists and turns, the dry and the muck of the terrains between the Reach and Tiff Cliff. Freedom had been given to her willingly by her father, whom she had found after much searching over a year and a half but still had questions he could clearly not answer – no one she knew could. She glided gracefully over the twists of the earth never looking back or really paying attention to where exactly she was going until she got to the edge of the Reach, then a scent hit her nares and she couldn’t resist but to fallow it as it grew stronger in the warm atmosphere. For some reason the scent quenched a thirst she had that she could not explain, it was metallic, unlike anything she had ever been subjected to.
Shame frequented her feelings towards whatever this craving was for, she never heard of anyone else wanting to eat something that wasn’t the blades beneath them, she never understood why. But as she gained on the boarder of Tiff Cliff, the stained carpet led her to slow her movements close her orbs and inhale the scents that filled the terrain, unlike any other, it filled her lungs and warmed her internally leaving her mouth watering and drooling. Her canines that protruded from her velvet kissers dripped once or twice at the initial introduction to the smells, stopping when she came to realize the land was barren, there was nothing here to be desired just death and red stained earth – blood. Skeletons lived here, nothing that anything living should want any part of, every step into the land the filly doubted there was anything here for her more and more growing and swelling within her causing her to curse herself for wanting to know where this smell that swamped this terrain was coming from.
She persisted onwards heat bearing down on her and breezes reliving her of it. There were old deaths here and new, bones scattered blood stained this was a battle land. Slowing her pace, the filly walked up to a warm carcass staring at it, as if in a trans. Stopping a yard away from it unaware of her surroundings, the drool dripped from her canine once more and stopped. She opened her mouth and mock chewed and shut her orbs. This could not be real, all she could ask herself was w h y. She was innocent she loved exploring and her mother and her brother, she had a friend Kimimaro and just finally met her father - why was she being cursed with such…. Tendencies? Though not fully aware of what about the carcass drew her towards it, made her crave it, she was disgusted she knew after entering the land nothing here was for her and this just made her mind, finding this…. Dead…. Being and wanting something from it….. Turning her back to it she slowly forced herself away, she would fight this, this wasn’t her and if it was…. She did not like herself at all.