A million words would not bring you back

Ever Mayawyn · 08-28-2010, 01:58 AM

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Everything is fine, accept that Saphraine has a palomino (gold) coat but it’s all good.

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She didn’t look up as the doors slid open and grayish light poured in. Not a flinch at the sound of the bird, or a glance when Niro approached her. The girl stayed silent, her eyes glazed and staring into oblivion. She felt as if she were too weak to speak, as if her voice was nothing of the importance. Her mind worked over the quick scene that folded before her; unsure whether it was a dream or not. Niro had not yet seen her in the optime form she lay depressed in, but the thought never occured. But Niro’s scent filled her nose though her eyes, blurred with tears, and once again failed to conjure up the forms in front of her. She was seeing shapes throughout the stables, thin outlines of unimportant tools. Even the air was dark, for she had been in the dense building for ages. It seemed to shy away from the light and gather in the dark corners the female wished she could move to.

Her hands quivered towards the ground until her finger tips touched it. But she didn’t look down. The cold stone floor was slightly damp and layered in loose straw pieces. Letting out a shaky breath, the girl turned her head to Niro, the first movement of life she had dared to proceed with. Her mind had failed her, again and again with the same pictures but nothing else. Saphraine nickered to her, his sweet breath against her ears. His nostrils flared as he glanced at Niro, unaware of their weak friendship.

She couldn’t meet his eyes, none of the males that gathered around her. Her fingers unclenched the filthy fabric and she sucked in a sharper breath. The joints in her hands actually hurt. They were sore from tireless hours of being crumpled and twisted in the cloth. Ever wanted to speak, but she couldn’t try. Already sobs were forming in her throat that felt like a wolf had clawed the flesh from. She had not drunk in days … weeks. The thought of it made her sick. Did she want to die? Maybe, but he was still alive … even if he wanted to part of her.

The female bared her teeth inside her mouth, ripping apart the thin skin. Fingers uncounciously clenched again and her head bowed back into the darkness. She wasn’t ready to think past the dark cloud in her mind. If she would have been more conscious it would have hurt her to ignore her friend like so, but she felt nothing now. No emotions would ever come to her again.

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