mercy now
11-27-2021, 11:01 PM
"I know you are following me..which means you can think" It's a plea from quiet lips as a staring contest emerges from the silence. She watches the owl with some sort of ideology that it can indeed speak, and she would swear in that moment she saw the shimmer of those wide eyes. The confirmation, perhaps amusement, from that great horned owl that had been following her for miles now, from swinging tree branch to tree branch. a shutter more than a breath sags her thin, too thin, shoulders in mere defeat as suddenly the large owl takes off with a woosh of its wings, almost as if to show off its wingspan and almost in response, her ears falling back once more as if envious of its ability to fly.
Her nose would had wrinkled for a split second, as if a little kid making a face to its mother as if a warning to the tantrum that would follow like progression of a storm. Just as it came, it went, as quickly her mind carried on and her nose was sent to investigate the base of a tree which roots looked like fingers of the dead trying to emerge from the ground. She intentionally came over looking for what they called dead mans root..which was nothing but chewy root that felt good on her gums. Her old home carried a graveyard that prayers were said to keep them in the ground, for if they didnt then all-mighty would raise them out of pity..and no dead man wanted to live again. She remembers the berries smothered across her face by the spit of the elders, a "gift", he was claim with the dry rotten smell emerging from his teeth as if his tongue was rotting from the lies he told every mother and their daughter. She hated him, she had decided just as a snotty nose child. Nobody liked to be spit on, and if they did..well they were lying she had decided.
Inexperienced, child-like. Those words send the fur atop her spine raised up as her head rose and it hit her all at once. Her tail shuttled low as she spots the older man, perhaps 10 or so yards away but that was far too close for her. Had they sent someone after her? Is that why the Owl had been following her..and then left? How long did she have her face in the dirt like some bone chewing, dirt digging puppy? "Me." Her lips usher out, quiet, but surely loud enough to be heard as she steps away from the base of the tree as if it a hideaway, a curtain in which she changed but there was little to change about a runaway. "What do you want?" One ear tilts backwards, as if to question where in the hell that large owl had went off to. Maybe this older man was looking for a meal..and for whatever reason wanted to put the energy into chasing a massive bird with all of these..massive trees. Maybe not...
Her nose would had wrinkled for a split second, as if a little kid making a face to its mother as if a warning to the tantrum that would follow like progression of a storm. Just as it came, it went, as quickly her mind carried on and her nose was sent to investigate the base of a tree which roots looked like fingers of the dead trying to emerge from the ground. She intentionally came over looking for what they called dead mans root..which was nothing but chewy root that felt good on her gums. Her old home carried a graveyard that prayers were said to keep them in the ground, for if they didnt then all-mighty would raise them out of pity..and no dead man wanted to live again. She remembers the berries smothered across her face by the spit of the elders, a "gift", he was claim with the dry rotten smell emerging from his teeth as if his tongue was rotting from the lies he told every mother and their daughter. She hated him, she had decided just as a snotty nose child. Nobody liked to be spit on, and if they did..well they were lying she had decided.
Inexperienced, child-like. Those words send the fur atop her spine raised up as her head rose and it hit her all at once. Her tail shuttled low as she spots the older man, perhaps 10 or so yards away but that was far too close for her. Had they sent someone after her? Is that why the Owl had been following her..and then left? How long did she have her face in the dirt like some bone chewing, dirt digging puppy? "Me." Her lips usher out, quiet, but surely loud enough to be heard as she steps away from the base of the tree as if it a hideaway, a curtain in which she changed but there was little to change about a runaway. "What do you want?" One ear tilts backwards, as if to question where in the hell that large owl had went off to. Maybe this older man was looking for a meal..and for whatever reason wanted to put the energy into chasing a massive bird with all of these..massive trees. Maybe not...