Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
10-30-2014, 11:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-30-2014, 11:29 AM by Motif I.)
Motif lay on a cool hard rock that juttered free of the earth beside the gentle rushing water of the stream. The sun had started a slow rise across the sky and already she could feel the heat of it prickling along her skin. She didn't feel warmed by it, it made her feel hot and bothered and her skin crawled beneath its touch. She felt all wrong in her skin today, she felt tired and lazy and bothered causing the good natured queen to be unusually grumpy and short of temper. She had always had a stubborn pride and a fierce nature beneath it all but anger for no reason wasn't really her style. Her tail lashed against the earth and she wished she could work up the energy to move forward and dive into the cool water before her, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. No, she would lie here on this forsaken rock and let the sun treat her like its bitch until the day faded and the heat released her. She couldn't fathom her mood and wished she had company ? even as she equally wished the masses of Abaven would steer far clear of her, that they would leave her the hell alone. Even when she thought of Shai, it left this time a bitter taste in her mouth, his sweetness seemed sickeningly so now, knowing she could never go back to him or that place, that she could never see him again left her feeling regretful and bitter. But what did that matter anyway? What if under it all he was a waste of space and she had been lucky to get out when she did. She sighed, her tail lashed again, she truly could not understand herself today and couldn't imagine anything getting herself out of this bottomless well of a stinking mood. "Speech" |
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