Post by Magick on Aug 8, 2006 18:04:10 GMT -5
Cream paws, three out of four a light shade and the fourth a darker shade of the colour, carried forth a tall, slender female. Her muzzle, the same colour as her the odd-one-out amongst her cream paws, dipped down slightly to take some of the rushing clear liquid into her mouth. Drinking deeply, she angled her dark-cream muzzle, 'fore setting off at a steady pace forth again, tail flicking reflexively at her rear. She did not look at her reflection in the water- it would merely tell her what it always did. It sung praises of her beauty, tales spun from the soft honey which was her fur. She ignored the urge to turn and look, just another time. Just once more. She didn't want to- not now, but maybe someday. In the future. When she had a new pack, a new life, and possibly- new friends.
A sigh falling from her now-lowered muzzle, she kept up her pace forth, before eventually pulling her weary body over to a large collection of rocks, flopping down onto the first, the smallest of the group, her body instinctively forming a tight curl, as it always had since birth. Kerryn, the pond-like place she had drunk from only a handful of metres away, finally shifted her gaze down to the surface, seeing naught but sadness, but loneliness. A soft cry easing from her muzzle, she curled into a tighter ball on the rock, muzzle buried into the fur of her side, her only-just-healthy body seeming to loose its shine, its shimmer- showing the soft, vunerable wolf beneath. Beneath the happy-go-lucky, flirty, fun-loving facade. It was all just an illusion- a song sung by an idiot. A loser. A fraud.
Thats what Kerryn believed she was.
A sigh falling from her now-lowered muzzle, she kept up her pace forth, before eventually pulling her weary body over to a large collection of rocks, flopping down onto the first, the smallest of the group, her body instinctively forming a tight curl, as it always had since birth. Kerryn, the pond-like place she had drunk from only a handful of metres away, finally shifted her gaze down to the surface, seeing naught but sadness, but loneliness. A soft cry easing from her muzzle, she curled into a tighter ball on the rock, muzzle buried into the fur of her side, her only-just-healthy body seeming to loose its shine, its shimmer- showing the soft, vunerable wolf beneath. Beneath the happy-go-lucky, flirty, fun-loving facade. It was all just an illusion- a song sung by an idiot. A loser. A fraud.
Thats what Kerryn believed she was.