She's a giggle at a funeral
12-17-2014, 08:45 PM
Being tied down, if you wanted to put it that way, wasn't a part of her everyday thoughts anymore. With such a distant memory of those she shared the idea of family with now gone for so long, the doe had become something of an avid wanderer. Now used to the fact that loneliness now consumed her daily life, she realized staying positive over the situation, as well as somewhat hopeful seemed to make the days pass. She liked to control her daily life, having say in what she was doing everyday, not to mention experiencing the small thrills that accompanied the threats that encompassed the shadows on dark days. Handling them better than she ever thought possible, she felt a sense of pride rising within herself, though it didn't last long for that wasn't who she really was inside. The thought faded, and with it so did the perked appearance she had mentally prepped herself to carry. Dial would lower now, and although she wasn't sad by any means, she felt a bit relaxed, merely allowing her mind to race down another pathway, one of reality and survival. Lavender gaze would dim ever so slightly, hidden upon a perch of lowered brows. Slender, gentle figure, small in stature and lean in appearance delicately floated across the earth's surface, like an angel she vibrated along the ground as if stepping upon water she sailed across the terrain. The silence of these cascading boulders and rocks floated about her like a sea of obsidian and red stained sands. Gaze would momentarily close and the calm doe found herself humming a quiet lullaby, feeling the delicate sounds lift from her throat like a sirens song. Angelic as they were, beautiful and soft in sound they floated along sound waves, though for all she knew it wasn't able to carry very far. Minding her own footsteps she moved slowly, the french in the lullaby floated through her mind and exited with each verse passing, repeating it softly. Dial would once in a while hit the terrain with her nostrils hovering barely above, sensing her surroundings, yet pulling down her securities like curtains to a stage. |