Song on the Wind
01-27-2014, 12:44 AM
The land was cold and frozen, much akin to how her world felt. She was in slow motion, her world slowly spinning but she was going nowhere. Black and white, void of all life, yes her world felt much as this land does. She had nothing, knew no one, was no one. She survived, nothing more, nothing less.
Ouros moved forward, her white socks gone from under the snow. Wind blew snow from the ground as she slipped further along. She had heard that the place had a beautiful view, if you where crazy enough to get to it. And this female, was; for what else was she living for? She moved, her short legs taking her slowly up the ice and snow. she crested a ridge of snow and ice to only stop in her tracks, it was amazing. The snow and ice gave way to grass and trees. She smiled, thinking this was definitely worth the slide up.
The dark female closed her eyes, a small smile spreading as her breathing grew deeper. Solitude, that was her creed. She did not have to try to be normal, did not have to look at anyone. All Ouros had to do was be herself.Ouros sat down, ears back and nose up; a song filled her lungs then. She did not always feel the need to sing, especially when she was near others, but sometimes, when she found herself alone, the want hit her upside the head. Her head fell further back as her song filled the air.
Her voice was pure, a melody of peace, of solitude; of her life. Ouros filled everything she had in the song, her soul and spirit. This song was her bared to the ice cold world, but for nothing else, just how she liked it.
Ouros moved forward, her white socks gone from under the snow. Wind blew snow from the ground as she slipped further along. She had heard that the place had a beautiful view, if you where crazy enough to get to it. And this female, was; for what else was she living for? She moved, her short legs taking her slowly up the ice and snow. she crested a ridge of snow and ice to only stop in her tracks, it was amazing. The snow and ice gave way to grass and trees. She smiled, thinking this was definitely worth the slide up.
The dark female closed her eyes, a small smile spreading as her breathing grew deeper. Solitude, that was her creed. She did not have to try to be normal, did not have to look at anyone. All Ouros had to do was be herself.Ouros sat down, ears back and nose up; a song filled her lungs then. She did not always feel the need to sing, especially when she was near others, but sometimes, when she found herself alone, the want hit her upside the head. Her head fell further back as her song filled the air.
Her voice was pure, a melody of peace, of solitude; of her life. Ouros filled everything she had in the song, her soul and spirit. This song was her bared to the ice cold world, but for nothing else, just how she liked it.