10-17-2017, 09:09 PM
Atrani
She lies abandoned, forgotten. Leaves of the new season are falling from their branches and scattered across her emaciated body, the ridges of her skeleton barely peeking from underneath the array of reds, oranges, and yellows. One would assume her dead; she feels dead. There is not enough food in the world to fatten her and to soften the crisp edges of her body. There is not enough magic to make her beautiful. There is not enough to make her wanted, welcomed, loved.
Oftentimes, Atrani has contemplated her own demise and how it would go unnoticed by the world. Mother has already since passed. Father? His scent is no longer carried on the wind. Magnus? A mere memory. Friends? None.
But after what seems like minutes of eerie stillness, Atrani draws in a breath. It rattles her lungs uncomfortably and she trembles with the chill that dives into her throat and chills her skin. ”Not today,” she whispers into the cool afternoon to no one but herself. Oddly enough, she had chosen a vacant area that has been spared from trampling feet. It has been a brief haven, but she isn’t quite sure for how long. This place – wherever it is – has held her idly in its embrace, letting time pass her by without notice. She cannot see the rising and setting of the sun, only the coolness that follows in nightfall’s wake. Unfortunately, nor can she see the change of the seasons and how the leaves paint the world around her one moment only to litter the ground the next.
Atrani’s world is lonely, dark, and cold.
Another breath. Another disheartened sigh. The rise and fall of her sides is enough to unseat more leaves until she decides to finally scramble to her feet. Unsteady, her body sways from one side to the other, the muscles long since atrophied. But she searches for no help, no support from a tree or horse. Her legs are splayed apart, farther than normal, to recover from the exhausting feat, but she manages to eventually gain her balance and ungracefully pick her way through the grass until a hoof clicks against a rock. The sound chills her, teeth clenching together, but it brings her to a stop just like a wall.
A statue in the field, a lost girl, a forgotten soul. No one would remember her, most wouldn’t care to, but that life is all she has known. Atrani is familiar with being a castaway.
Oftentimes, Atrani has contemplated her own demise and how it would go unnoticed by the world. Mother has already since passed. Father? His scent is no longer carried on the wind. Magnus? A mere memory. Friends? None.
But after what seems like minutes of eerie stillness, Atrani draws in a breath. It rattles her lungs uncomfortably and she trembles with the chill that dives into her throat and chills her skin. ”Not today,” she whispers into the cool afternoon to no one but herself. Oddly enough, she had chosen a vacant area that has been spared from trampling feet. It has been a brief haven, but she isn’t quite sure for how long. This place – wherever it is – has held her idly in its embrace, letting time pass her by without notice. She cannot see the rising and setting of the sun, only the coolness that follows in nightfall’s wake. Unfortunately, nor can she see the change of the seasons and how the leaves paint the world around her one moment only to litter the ground the next.
Atrani’s world is lonely, dark, and cold.
Another breath. Another disheartened sigh. The rise and fall of her sides is enough to unseat more leaves until she decides to finally scramble to her feet. Unsteady, her body sways from one side to the other, the muscles long since atrophied. But she searches for no help, no support from a tree or horse. Her legs are splayed apart, farther than normal, to recover from the exhausting feat, but she manages to eventually gain her balance and ungracefully pick her way through the grass until a hoof clicks against a rock. The sound chills her, teeth clenching together, but it brings her to a stop just like a wall.
A statue in the field, a lost girl, a forgotten soul. No one would remember her, most wouldn’t care to, but that life is all she has known. Atrani is familiar with being a castaway.
dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
picture by haenuli shin- HTML by Call - words: ________
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yeahhh... definitely half asleep writing this, so my apologies lol