03-07-2012, 08:46 PM
It was chilly. It was always chilly, or at least that was how it seemed within the little animal’s mind Wasn’t there supposed to be some amazing event that would change the land and make it lovely? Wasn’t there supposed to be something that turned the creatures into things that could live in perfect harmony? Wasn’t death supposed to be erased from the lands..? It was depressing.. yet.. something that she had, unfortunately, adapted to. The world was a wretched place, yet she refused to give up on it. She could always hope for the best couldn’t she? What would life be without hope, and that was how it was for the little black wolf, that wretched herself forth from his ‘happy’ place once every few years. Perhaps one day many years from now she would give up on the place that she dreamed of. She was young and ignorant though. To provide structure to the ground. Beings were put here to provide structure to other beings. Once you died there was nothing. You turned back into dirt and were used to better the flowers, rocks, trees.. other things that were put here to better other things. Gods were not real. Insomnia did not believe. “I.....I like that black one.." Words were once again lifeless.