Post by Trill Stalker on Nov 8, 2008 19:31:11 GMT -5
Toxic
Wouldn't It Be Nice?
Wouldn't It Be Nice?
My heart still burned from my last encounter with a dark stallion and slave mare. It had been hard for me to understand how those two could have had so deep of feelings for each other. My life had never had such tenderness in it. Not even when I had been a little filly, under my parents wings. I lowered my head and took a snap at the green grass under me. There was still morning dew clinging to the blades adding liquid coolness to the earthy sweetness of it.
The sound of fluttering wings sound above me and I raise my head -still chewing- to see who it belongs to. A pure white bird filtered through the light blue sky, surfing the worm air currents with practiced ease. My eye's drop and land on the horizon, a beautiful scene plays out before me. The sun is still rising, it connects the pinkish sky around it with the dark red colors of the rolling ocean. Even when you have ragging emotions inside you there is still goodness in the world.
An abrupt laugh escapes my lips at my thoughts. Of course the world would still go round even with my persona is so screwed up. My ears twitch of their own accord as I start to slowly move over the land, closer to the waves. The ever present wind tugs at the tendrils of my mane and forelock, a few peaces cover my sight and I shake my head violently. But it does me no good, wind had more power then me.
My hooves sink into the soft sand as I leave one of the hill-ed dunes. Little hermit crabs scudder over the sand as they dash to grab their breakfast before the next wave comes and goes. The sight brings a small smile to my lips. I stop when the first wave slowly surrounds my front hooves, sending cold shivers up my nerves. Today I didn't really feel different, and I knew I looked no different then yesterday but today I turned three.
Prime real estate as my father would say because a three year old was another body to carry his spawn. A snort leaves my nose matching my feelings for my past. My parents had never loved me, they had barely acknowledge me as part of their heard. It was because I was a neutral, while they had been true darks. I shake my head again, trying to flush them out of my mind, I didn't need them on a day that was supposed to be a happy one.
The same white bird as earlier makes another round in the sky and squawks bringing my attention back to it.
[/color]The sound of fluttering wings sound above me and I raise my head -still chewing- to see who it belongs to. A pure white bird filtered through the light blue sky, surfing the worm air currents with practiced ease. My eye's drop and land on the horizon, a beautiful scene plays out before me. The sun is still rising, it connects the pinkish sky around it with the dark red colors of the rolling ocean. Even when you have ragging emotions inside you there is still goodness in the world.
An abrupt laugh escapes my lips at my thoughts. Of course the world would still go round even with my persona is so screwed up. My ears twitch of their own accord as I start to slowly move over the land, closer to the waves. The ever present wind tugs at the tendrils of my mane and forelock, a few peaces cover my sight and I shake my head violently. But it does me no good, wind had more power then me.
My hooves sink into the soft sand as I leave one of the hill-ed dunes. Little hermit crabs scudder over the sand as they dash to grab their breakfast before the next wave comes and goes. The sight brings a small smile to my lips. I stop when the first wave slowly surrounds my front hooves, sending cold shivers up my nerves. Today I didn't really feel different, and I knew I looked no different then yesterday but today I turned three.
Prime real estate as my father would say because a three year old was another body to carry his spawn. A snort leaves my nose matching my feelings for my past. My parents had never loved me, they had barely acknowledge me as part of their heard. It was because I was a neutral, while they had been true darks. I shake my head again, trying to flush them out of my mind, I didn't need them on a day that was supposed to be a happy one.
The same white bird as earlier makes another round in the sky and squawks bringing my attention back to it.
