A Handful of Dust
Dec 9, 2014 7:44:20 GMT -5
Post by »Vexation on Dec 9, 2014 7:44:20 GMT -5
Wasn't it strange, how one could feel so adverse to something and yet find themselves indulging in just that? How despite whatever despising thoughts or words they produce, they regardless end up partaking in just the thing they claimed to loath so much. Amity was indulging in such a thing as her dainty paws carried her along the sidewalk, the abandoned buildings leering at her as if they had always known she would return. Cascaro assaulted her senses, its odor entering her nostrils forcefully and the distant sounds probing intrusively at her ears. It brought back memories of worse times, of not just the vileness she had bore witness to while among the ranks of Legion, but also the heartbreak of having been abandoned by her closest companion in one of the many alleys. She had explained to Ignatius in the woods that she did not desire to return to this place, and yet here she was. She did not know whether to laugh or cry.
She ached for the forest, the soothing sounds of the wind brushing through the leaves, the odors of soil and water and green growing things. She missed Aysel the vixen, who had followed her to the outskirts of the city and there refused to go any further, as if in protest of Amity's strange urge to return to the city of steel and blood. She did not understand this odd desire, having so long and so passionately disowned the dead metropolis of her birth. Everything about the place bothered her to one degree or another. She could almost smell the hate that bred there, the corrupt members of society who skulked in shadow and the desperate souls that did all they did only in order to survive.
There was nothing of good there, no beauty in the lonely rust speckled structures that rotted slowly from the inside. No love in the filth laden streets or dark alleys that turned and twisted along purposeless courses. It was a place of desolation, an abandoned empire that had long ago succumbed to evil, and as she moved steadily down the sidewalk she could not understand what had drove her to return after all this time.
//closedThrough the dark cold
And the empty desolation