Prayer (o)
Jan 19, 2015 16:17:03 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Jan 19, 2015 16:17:03 GMT -5
SHOW ME WHAT IT'S LIKE
TO DREAM IN BLACK AND WHITE
TO DREAM IN BLACK AND WHITE
When she dreamed at night she saw that familiar smile with the grey coat, gnarled and twisted lying on the ground. Sometimes he was grinning real wide when he looked at her, wagging his lifeless tail. Other times they were both swimming in blood, drowning on their fear or lack of it. Waking up brought a whole new realization to her: she had left her best friend behind to die in the woods.
Carrying a permanent limp with scars that reminded her of what she had failed to do, Emmy crawled from the den toward the nearest water source she had scoped out.
Emmy had hidden away, near death, for so long she had wondered if she would pass. Venturing out had been an ordeal when she trembled against the cold. Finding bits of flesh, scraps of carcasses stripped mostly of their nutrients, she stole around the forest like a fugitive. If she had gone home it would have made everything worse. While she would have gotten the best care they could possibly afford to her she would suffer the family that she had attempted to hide from with Talos.
Just the name made her ache inside.
His memories were everywhere. In the trees, in the leaves, in the plants that grew around her — there was no escaping who he was, or who he had become to her. In her loneliest moments she would wander out to where they had been last, sitting while overlooking the forest below. It made her ache deep in the pit of her stomach but she couldn’t help herself. Remembering her best friend was the only way she could remain sane. Occasionally her eyes would grow red, rimmed with unshed tears. He had once said he was a coward, that he had failed. She would bend her head in reverence to his memory, promising his dead soul that he was far from a coward.
There were times she could almost hear his voice, chiding her when she felt too sorry for herself or when she refused to rise for the pain in her joints. He kept her going regardless of the fact he was no longer physically there. If he had been she would have told him that she cared so much for him, a regret that they now shared. It twisted her stomach when she thought about what she had missed by keeping her mouth shut. Would it really’a made a diff’rence? She thought that somehow it might have.
She lowered her head against the blowing wind, leaves stirring in small circles. Trees creaked and she turned sharply, expecting the big dog again. Alone was better, she had acknowledged to herself. It meant less distractions, less ways to get hurt; the shadows had lives of their own in the low light of the evening. As they swayed with the leaning trees she would stop, stare, just to make sure she was by herself.
Paranoia gripped her, constantly snapping toward some unseen thing to find out it was just a bird or some other small woodland creature. They all deserved her rage regardless of their innocence. Creeping along the edge of the pond her sharp gaze penetrated the forest around her, the fur along the nape of her neck rising before falling when she realized she was the only one in the vicinity.
The light of death had changed her. No longer would she welcome herself around the family she once knew. She found more comfort in solitude than she would around another. Talos had meant so much to her. Then why’d ya leave’im, ya stupid bitch? Flattening her ears against her scalp, she turned her scarred muzzle toward the water then bent to take a long drink, pausing more than necessary to listen to the sounds around her.
// Absolutely no family, por favor!
NEVER MIND, TURN BACK TIME
YOU'LL BE FINE, I WILL GET LEFT BEHIND
YOU'LL BE FINE, I WILL GET LEFT BEHIND