11-30-2010, 12:22 AM
She hummed softly to herself as she trudged along with her heavy pack. It carried all the things she knew she would need to get started again. The pack itself weighed heavily on her shoulders, weighing easily half her weight and she would make sure and whine if she met anyone she knew as well. Her necklace danced around her neck as well as the quickly diminishing mum flowers she dressed in her hair. For awhile on her journey she wondered if she would make it, this wasn’t her work, manual labor wasn’t exactly her thing, nor was having to actually hunt for her food. That’s what the males where for at least in her mind.
The sinew that held her together continued to scream as she continued on thinking back on how everyone had left her. Surely they hadn’t left because they were scared she would experiment on them! She’d never unless they asked for her assistance then well she’d oblige. Her coat was brimmed with moisture from the mist of the mountain and the snow that threatened in the air. She hated the cold, and winter, no flowers grew, and mushrooms became harder to grow. This all made her irritable and ready to find shelter, pop a pill and enjoy the ride. She missed her brother Quija and her mother dearly. While she loved to play with others she never played with them. Not after that grave mistake, never again would she watch her brother convulse in the throes of her own doing.
For awhile she wandered growing more tired and weaker, unable to find any solid bedding or a place away from the cold she continued to press onward. She couldn’t give up but she was quickly running out of options before a familiar scent came across her nose. The scent gave her hope, filled her with a resolve to continue, it was mother’s scent. So she had to continue, mother would know where she could bed down and rest. Before long she came close enough to see others as well before finally crying out in happiness before she was close enough to run, well she couldn’t really with her backpack of horrors weighing her down. Still she tried to pick up her pace before stumbling face first with a chorus of cussing.
“Damn it!” she huffed as she flailed trying to get up without breaking her sensitive equipment. Finally she sided with slipping off the pack for now so she could at least stand back up and reunite with her mother.
The sinew that held her together continued to scream as she continued on thinking back on how everyone had left her. Surely they hadn’t left because they were scared she would experiment on them! She’d never unless they asked for her assistance then well she’d oblige. Her coat was brimmed with moisture from the mist of the mountain and the snow that threatened in the air. She hated the cold, and winter, no flowers grew, and mushrooms became harder to grow. This all made her irritable and ready to find shelter, pop a pill and enjoy the ride. She missed her brother Quija and her mother dearly. While she loved to play with others she never played with them. Not after that grave mistake, never again would she watch her brother convulse in the throes of her own doing.
For awhile she wandered growing more tired and weaker, unable to find any solid bedding or a place away from the cold she continued to press onward. She couldn’t give up but she was quickly running out of options before a familiar scent came across her nose. The scent gave her hope, filled her with a resolve to continue, it was mother’s scent. So she had to continue, mother would know where she could bed down and rest. Before long she came close enough to see others as well before finally crying out in happiness before she was close enough to run, well she couldn’t really with her backpack of horrors weighing her down. Still she tried to pick up her pace before stumbling face first with a chorus of cussing.
“Damn it!” she huffed as she flailed trying to get up without breaking her sensitive equipment. Finally she sided with slipping off the pack for now so she could at least stand back up and reunite with her mother.