nothing autotune cant fix
03-24-2015, 12:01 PM
Days had grown long as Summer took over the lands. It was the heat that reminded her of her youth, days of old that were slowly working their way out of her mind. Age was only a number, but she was getting higher up there. Gray had yet to taint her pale coat, but she was starting to feel aches and pains in her muscles as the day wore on. No longer did she have endless energy, the weight of her mental condition had aged her much more than time itself. Most of her reserve of energy was put into keeping herself sane, although as her mind grew tired of the games it seemed to be calming itself. It wasn't as hard to control her emotions any more, although it still shocked her at times. It was still an unpredictable beast, holding her in its dark claws until her dying days. While its grip may have loosened, it was bound to her for eternity. A curse, something that could not be cured by herbs and chanting around a fire. No, it was a fate, a destiny, something that could not be altered or controlled. It only gave false hope and being tamed, a soft humming lull to render you calm. And then it struck out, taking over while you were at your weakest point. Those were the thoughts that consumed Othello's mind as she walked, pace slow as she tried not to rose the sleeping beast. It always had one eye open, on the lookout for the best place to oose its poison through her veins. The forest changed before her very eyes, taking on the quality of her own coat as she brushed against the smooth bark. She had been here once before, years ago before her babies had been brought into the cruel world. Her elongated tail caressed the curve of one of the trees, a soft hum vibrating in her throat as she strode through the familiar place. She remembered the well of water covered by pale stones, only moss and time covering their appearance. Those markings etched in the stone that she had traced with her claws, following the curves of the strange language. It was a time when her mind was much darker, no attempt to quell the beast within her. But she had mellowed out since her youth, changing with each season. And now here she was, and even though she had become much more in control, she still felt like a shell of the wolf she once was. The passion and fire had been lost to her, snuffed out by the true evils of the world. The loss of her children from her den, the distance between those and all she held dear. It had been all that kept her fire burning, and without them, only cold ashes remained. Back then, oh those were the times. Her fire burned red hot as it scalded even herself. But at least it was there, instead of a teasing flicker of light, even though it wasn't a true flame. A spark, a flash of ignition, only to be coiled around and stolen before it could burst into her very soul. No, she was a quiet, timid thing now. The great whirlwind of emotions had passed, leaving a tired old wolf with no where to turn. Slowly her purple gaze fell into focus, picking up on the black and white creature. She watched with mild curiosity as it bent down, blowing out into the well that shone like a star. A small smile pulled at her cheeks, tail wagging behind her as she paused at the crest of the hill. It was like looking at all the innocence of the plain of existence, all shoved into one massive bodice of a wolf. Head tilted to the side as she watched the others regal movements, the thickness of her coat telling her that this was not where she was born. A foreigner in a dying land? Perhaps the poor dear could get out before it too consumed the goodness of her heart. "They say that the well will grant you your hearts desires," she called softly, a slight breeze buffering her pale coat. Only the black markings down her face tainted her coat, much like only the strangers stockings of coal coloured hers. They were much alike, although the differences were obvious there was still something of theirs that matched. Slowly picking her way down the hillside, she brought herself to the other side of the stones, features turned down towards the waters. "Too bad that I don't believe it. I could use a wish right now." |
