07-02-2017, 12:26 AM
first post ever with her.
totally gonna take me a hot minute to feel her out <33
totally gonna take me a hot minute to feel her out <33
Alucarda had always wondered if perhaps she was meant to be an outcast to society, or perhaps everyone around her were simply full of empty thoughts and unquestioning natures. Either way, it seemed her dam found her severely lacking in some large way. She wasn’t like other children her age. The girl didn’t crave attention nor fill her day with frivolous chatter and play. In fact, she barely tolerated her dam’s touch and simply jerked away when any other had the audacity to reach out towards her.
Most often she would sneak away from her dam’s side to take midnight strolls almost every night. Guided by the silvery moonlight, she would watch the spiders build their death traps and swiftly cocoon any prey that had the misfortune of falling victim to them with their glistening webs. She would listen intently to the wolves howling their triumph in the distance after every successful hunt had been completed. Sometimes she would stumble upon the scat of some large bird of prey, more than likely an owl, and thoroughly examine the contents.
The continuous cycle of life and death was something that Alucarda found herself to be fascinated by. She reasoned that she was supposed to feel something for those who found themselves to be the unlucky ones, considering her prey animal status herself, but all that remained within her curious head was a thirst for more knowledge and need for more examination. She knew her dam would severely punish her if she truly knew the outcomes of some of her late-night adventures. But a parent’s disappointment and possible threat to her freedoms did nothing to persuade her otherwise.
This wintry night found her in a position no different from her usual routine. An unhurried step across the open space of the meadow unfortunately revealed her position to a concerned stallion. The bay rushed to the yearling’s side, worried about the fact that one so young was all by herself and wandering about in the dead of night.
“Are you all right, little one? Why are you all alone?
The buckskin girl flattened her ears, extremely uncomfortable with this stranger encroaching upon her space. “I’m completely fine. Nothing for you to concern yourself with. You can move along now.” She was being flippant, but why did these people always feel the need to come over when they saw her and proceed to bombard her with their ridiculous concerns. The stallion tilted his head slightly in response, confused by her borderline irritated response. Nevertheless, he continued to press his concerns upon her despite her ever increasingly aggressive responses.
Finally, the girl shouted a command and she felt something previously dammed up within herself violently well over and crash through the thick walls. Her light blue, so light they were almost colorless, eyes glared up at him was accompanied by a shouted “Go away!” The stallion before her suddenly went rigid and blinked very slowly before doing an about-face and marching back across the meadow in measured, dare I even say robotic, steps. Alucarda was left to ponder the strange situation and her skin itched to further experiment.
Most often she would sneak away from her dam’s side to take midnight strolls almost every night. Guided by the silvery moonlight, she would watch the spiders build their death traps and swiftly cocoon any prey that had the misfortune of falling victim to them with their glistening webs. She would listen intently to the wolves howling their triumph in the distance after every successful hunt had been completed. Sometimes she would stumble upon the scat of some large bird of prey, more than likely an owl, and thoroughly examine the contents.
The continuous cycle of life and death was something that Alucarda found herself to be fascinated by. She reasoned that she was supposed to feel something for those who found themselves to be the unlucky ones, considering her prey animal status herself, but all that remained within her curious head was a thirst for more knowledge and need for more examination. She knew her dam would severely punish her if she truly knew the outcomes of some of her late-night adventures. But a parent’s disappointment and possible threat to her freedoms did nothing to persuade her otherwise.
This wintry night found her in a position no different from her usual routine. An unhurried step across the open space of the meadow unfortunately revealed her position to a concerned stallion. The bay rushed to the yearling’s side, worried about the fact that one so young was all by herself and wandering about in the dead of night.
“Are you all right, little one? Why are you all alone?
The buckskin girl flattened her ears, extremely uncomfortable with this stranger encroaching upon her space. “I’m completely fine. Nothing for you to concern yourself with. You can move along now.” She was being flippant, but why did these people always feel the need to come over when they saw her and proceed to bombard her with their ridiculous concerns. The stallion tilted his head slightly in response, confused by her borderline irritated response. Nevertheless, he continued to press his concerns upon her despite her ever increasingly aggressive responses.
Finally, the girl shouted a command and she felt something previously dammed up within herself violently well over and crash through the thick walls. Her light blue, so light they were almost colorless, eyes glared up at him was accompanied by a shouted “Go away!” The stallion before her suddenly went rigid and blinked very slowly before doing an about-face and marching back across the meadow in measured, dare I even say robotic, steps. Alucarda was left to ponder the strange situation and her skin itched to further experiment.
alucarda
Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing