Heresy of Silence

Eyes stinking, she swooped and spiraled over the treetops, wordlessly searching for her unwanted visitor.  She was mentally exhausted by the time the sun had set again, and she glided gracefully into the same clearing with her fir tree.  She landed heavily on her hands and knees, head down, eyes, closed, silently regulating her breathing.  She looked exactly like a fallen angel as she knelt, just barely conscious.  The scent hadn’t dissipated at all, in fact, seemed intensified by her absence and super sensitivity.  She gasped in pain again as she felt herself trembling and a warm flame licked all over her body.  When she opened her eyes again, she was still on her knees.  A cold breeze ruffled her snowy fur.  The subconscious part of her mind seemed bemused by the new feelings of strength she felt surging through her forelimbs.  Though everything seemed dimmer, her hearing and smell ranged throughout the forest.  She heard a branch quivering as a crow shivered several miles away.  She grimaced at the man’s smell ultra intensified scent reeking everywhere, , curling her thin muzzle in an odd foxy way.  She yipped in surprise when she tried to stretch out her fingers, but found that they were nothing more than delicate fur-covered paws.  However, she spun around, almost toppling over again because of those disproportional wings.  However, she growled and the wings spread themselves as a white robed figure quietly stepped into the clearing.

She swooped gracefully in the cold winter sky, and there were no witnesses for miles.  Without a care, she embraced the new sensation of feeling the frosty wind flow over her feathers, neck, back, and arms.  She closed her eyes and let her other sense savor the new scents and sensations riding on the clouds.  She was alone with only the blinding sun and drifting clouds below her, but she didn’t feel it at all for the first time since her birth.

She felt two new pains as the sun set, a case of strained ribs and back muscles as well as finding herself coming to the end of a day.  With new expectations of another day, she slowly fluttered to where she last remembered falling unconscious.  With a deep breath, she identified her fir tree.  As she approached familiar territory, she brought into a straight out sprint.  The forest flashed by as she took care to keep her wings tucked in.  However, she got tangled while trying to dive through a particular thorny patch of bush.  After a second of struggling, she hatched a brilliant idea.  Stiffening her body, she flexed her arms, and the wings billowed out around her.  Ignoring the pain as the thorns pricked all over her back and arms, she continued flapping those over-sized wings until she stood in another tiny hollow in the brush.  As soon as she folded the wings tightly around her, she heard a throaty chuckle echo from her unseen path ahead.  Suddenly hyper aware, she focused her sight, smell, and hearing on the unknown.  The forest seemed to expand miles as she listened keenly to every rustle and chirp in the thickets.  Her visitor vanished as mysteriously as he had come.  She knew it was a male, for that sound couldn’t have been anything less than a man.  She advanced through the trees and shrubs ahead without a sound, listening for anything out of the ordinary.  When she stepped into the came clearing with the fallen log, she hissed angrily and flexed her back muscles unthinkingly.  The wings flared outwards again, knocking over a small tree to her left.  She didn’t spare a glance as it crashed down, making a flock of multi-colored birds swirl chirping in fright take to the skies.  There was an intruding scent around the fir tree.  The scent of a man.

Abandoning the comfort she found last night, she took to the skies as soon as she circled a fifty mile radius around, furiously tracking, as her subconscious told her to do.  She could only picture a body lying in a pool of blood.  She didn’t know how, when, or where,  She suddenly had a goal: to bring that vision to reality.  Spiraling into the sky, she had no feeling of elation, just a burning hatred of the one who disturbed such a peaceful place, her sanctuary of serenity.

…..a bucket full of mochi…..

Randomness aside, I realized that it’s been quite a bit since I did something around here. No, I don’t mean breaking the blog role (which is back up, ha). Well, I’m finally getting around to sticking another blagh post up, so let’s get to it.  (More randomness: I wrote the first three sentences a week ago. )

So, yay, PSAT’s over, and another week has come and gone.  Fast forward to the present… Ah, Tuesday October 21st.  Halloween’s around the corner, and I’m gonna be a tattoo artist.  Just gotta find a bunch of non-toxic black markers and stencils, maybe. 

Oh, yeah, I also get to cat-sit for my neighbor until Friday.  My sister is overly enthusiastic (no surprise) and I’m OK with it.  She’s gonna make me fill up the food bowls and empty the litter pans while she plays and exercises the kitties.  Ooh, sounds like fun.

I’ve also lately gotten addicted to drawing DoMO characters.  DoMO’s “Dream of Mirror.”  It’s an online MMORPG game thing that I’ve started sometime during the summer (and still kinda going now).  I just love the adorable Ruby pets and fun stuff, yeah.  (Shush, I play as a guy character.  XD)  And I’m too lazy to get off my butt and get screenies for it, so nevermind.

As an afterthought of what happened today, I leave with a question: Why does love hurt so?