Nighttime Madness
04-25-2014, 11:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-28-2014, 10:20 PM by Othello I.)
Love was always a hard thing to say, to admit. It was something that could be felt with such an amazing power, that somehow simply saying the words didn't do it any justice. But if one could feel love so easily, could it not be over looked for a feeling of say, joy? Or thankfulness? And could it not also be under looked? Someone could jump to the feeling of love to cover up something about themselves? Othello sighed, kicking up a bit of dirt as she stumbled into the willow forest. It was the middle of the night, but she couldn't sleep. In fact, this ivory wolf rarely did sleep. Her dreams were full of scary things, stuff that she didn't want to visit. In her dreams, she was herself. That was something that she did not want to be.
Othello's purple eyes glistened in the moonlight, her paw steps silent as she worked her way to the heart of the forest. Because her paws were furry, she was able to stalk and move without being heard. The femme had also had to grow up hiding from others, and learned how to move with silence. She was thankful for it, being a loner and all. She could move without anyone knowing she was there, as long as she stayed downwind from them and was hiding in shadows. Being a lighter coloured wolf though, it was hard to hide in plain sight.
Anger suddenly coursed through her body and she froze, twitching slightly. There was no thought that triggered it, no sight that made her feel it. It was just a random burst of strong emotion that she couldn't even understand it herself. She had to control it, otherwise she would lash out and attack something, or harm herself. She hated these mood swings, hated it! Thinking about trying to control herself only made her even more mad. As the anger boiled through her veins she lashed out at a moss covered branch, leaving deep score marks in its bark. Then she ran, ran as fast as she could through the woods. She seemed to fly over fallen logs and rocks, dodging them with ease. Or at least, she thought he did. Her paw hit a rock and she flew through the air, pile driving herself into the earth.
Othello landed with a thud, her body crashing heavily into the earth. She felt her head spinning, saw stars dancing across her eyelids. That is when it happened - the crazy white wolf blacked out. Huh, of course. She started the night thinking of love, and ended it with an angry burst and a black out.