05-31-2010, 11:13 PM
The velveteen furred female arched her back inwards as she prepared to dart off. She had convinced herself she wasn't running aimlessly, oh of course not. She was just trying to do the impossible which in this case, would be trying to beat the sun. There was no reason for her to continue doing this, but she did it in memory of her brother. They used to try to race the sun everyday before he disappeared. Everyday he would declare that he was going to beat the sun. But as he dashed off to the the orange horizon, she would fail to keep him within eye site. When he returned, he always told her about how him and The Lord Of Energy were neck and neck. He never would say who had won, the only thing he would only admit was that a blanket of black had overtaken the lands before they could declare winner. No, she couldn't continue on backbiting herself, at least not about this. She shook her head and laid down near a large sun flower, only to realize a strange crow had been watching her. "Fuck off, you foul bird."> She spat, feeling quiet paranoid by this point. She stood up then walked until she to a small clearing. After circling a few times to soften the soil in which she would be resting on; she propped down onto the fertile ground.
Although she was quiet aware that she had left herself unprotected as she slept, she was completely relaxed. Bugs buzzed around her and the many sun flowers. As the darkness crept over the lonely lands, it felt as if her spirit had left her body to wander around dreamy lands and places she could never go.. Her dreams consisted of yellow butterflies that flew any place they wanted to with no boundaries, no one to tell THEM it wasn't possible to do something. She felt jealous in some way that they could fly and she would never get to. She wanted to hate them for getting what she couldn't seem to, but they were awful beautiful. Her mind soon drifted to thoughts of others, about actually having someone to talk to. She always tried to consider those who rejected her as sinners; the workers of Satan. A breeze passed over her deeply dreaming body, reaching down to the deepest parts of her fur; and chilling her to the bone. Her body twitched as goosebumps caused her fur to stand on end, tail swaying slowly from her now happy dreams. She whined softly as she realized her dream world could not protect her from the fact that it was a chilly night.
Although she was quiet aware that she had left herself unprotected as she slept, she was completely relaxed. Bugs buzzed around her and the many sun flowers. As the darkness crept over the lonely lands, it felt as if her spirit had left her body to wander around dreamy lands and places she could never go.. Her dreams consisted of yellow butterflies that flew any place they wanted to with no boundaries, no one to tell THEM it wasn't possible to do something. She felt jealous in some way that they could fly and she would never get to. She wanted to hate them for getting what she couldn't seem to, but they were awful beautiful. Her mind soon drifted to thoughts of others, about actually having someone to talk to. She always tried to consider those who rejected her as sinners; the workers of Satan. A breeze passed over her deeply dreaming body, reaching down to the deepest parts of her fur; and chilling her to the bone. Her body twitched as goosebumps caused her fur to stand on end, tail swaying slowly from her now happy dreams. She whined softly as she realized her dream world could not protect her from the fact that it was a chilly night.