Oops, there goes gravity
10-16-2014, 05:47 PM
Understanding such emotions at such a time seemed impossible. Emotions overwhelming. Ah, but so many of them intertwined with one another creating a mind confused beyond understanding. What did she want from life? Glory and to be written down in history as a legend. A legend of pure bravery and royalty. Though, being completely alone in such a world offered its lows to her on this night. Family in which had been long lost. A part of her yearned so deeply to know forgotten king and queen of years past. Mm, she was rightful queen to these forsaken lands. But in this life, she would build her own throne starting from absolute nothingness. She did mourn the death of Chrono, but indirectly. More so, she mourned the lost of those who haunted her dreams. Faces of her birth family were but shadows in darkened dreams. Faces unknown and always would be. In fact, she knew not of her royal last name. Ah, lonesome planet in which had broken orbit in search of her own galaxy. And with that, in hopes of becoming her own sun where others, willingly or forcefully, orbit her. It would be nice to have had guidance and structure, but all of that had to be figured out on her own. She had been a puppet, a slave, most of her years. She had come too far to fall now. And she needed this male's comfort on this night. She needed to let go of all trapped feelings for the loss of her people, the loss of Chrono, and the tinge of regret of the life she lived as a harlot. But being a tramp allowed her an escape from all shadows that were intruding upon her mind. It kept her sane. And in truth, this really was the only evil inside of her. The undying desire to use men and to create havoc in relationships. With the right wolf, this spell could possibly be broken. This curse to feel wanted and to feel release could be lifted. Though, the man that took the task would, of course, have otherworldly determination and be prepared for much heartbreak. The galactic women leaned in to the male's pull, curling up beside him and pushing her face into the warm fur on his chest. Perhaps, he was her temporary angel to offer a different sort of relief from life's problems. Muffled words would touch her lips as she would speak into his warmth. My family too was gone. But in a much different way. Head would shift so she could speak more clearly now. I am rightful heir to my kingdom's throne; however, there was war between our pack and another. They agreed to peace if the heir, myself, was given to them. And so to ensure my family's survival, it was done. At least. . . that is what my master told me. I was a slave for most of my life. A slave in such a sick, twisted way. I am sure you can imagine. But I fought. I fought for my freedom and practiced sparring and grew strong. I challenged my master's queen for my freedom and it was won. And so I am here, now. I don't know if that is the truth, but it is all I have to go by. There is so much pain and anger and frustration built up inside of me. I try to be strong, no warrior should be so pitiful. Last words were mixed with a growl. An expression of disgust with herself. Why would she allow herself to pour her feelings onto this man? It was unknown, but never had she had the opportunity to release the evil inside her soul. Never had she been able to discuss her hidden agony. This male would probably go like all the rest and so what did it matter? Why not let the truth be known to just one passerby? We cannot let such feelings grow forever, that is when one's mind becomes truly chaotic. That is not the legend she wants. my actions | my words | my thoughts |