11-06-2016, 09:06 PM
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Gone is the great green grass sea of summer. The meadow stands a shell of winters passed, hollow and bleak. I find myself enjoying the solitude that the cold brings...conjures up in my bones. My dark skin is shining and vivid against the gray palette of winter. I can feel the edges of my lips lifting in a slight smile.
The land is nearly empty as I move without force to cross the frozen wasteland. Few horses dare to venture from their shelters but I have no destination nor a place to call home. I had spent time in Nerine but only to be called a fool and rejected. A small toss of my head pushes the thoughts away.
-Let's move along-
Not far off is another female. I believe she is younger than me but not by much. She is spotted and pretty and I decide to let my guard down, invite her in for some conversation. "Hello." I say with the wisp of a smile drifting over my dark features, my pewter eyes watching for any notion of anything other than welcoming.
I am not afraid to turn tail and run. I must protect what little bit of myself that remains.
The land is nearly empty as I move without force to cross the frozen wasteland. Few horses dare to venture from their shelters but I have no destination nor a place to call home. I had spent time in Nerine but only to be called a fool and rejected. A small toss of my head pushes the thoughts away.
-Let's move along-
Not far off is another female. I believe she is younger than me but not by much. She is spotted and pretty and I decide to let my guard down, invite her in for some conversation. "Hello." I say with the wisp of a smile drifting over my dark features, my pewter eyes watching for any notion of anything other than welcoming.
I am not afraid to turn tail and run. I must protect what little bit of myself that remains.
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