Is it courage or faith To trust that there will be light, Always waiting behind Even the darkest of nights?
Somehow we'll be okay. Don't be afraid - I choose to believe I was made to become a sanctuary
Somehow we'll be okay. Don't be afraid - I choose to believe I was made to become a sanctuary
The dark roots that had taken hold in her heart fasten tighter and tighter the further ground she covers, the further distance she puts between herself and the echoing calls of civilization. For a while, she just paces across the damp sand with no regard for destination except away.
Anger chips away at her reason, making hot breath fume from her nostrils as her thick, striped tail lashes back and forth through the air like a whip. Her thoughts become a whirl as the storm within her drowns out her logic.
She had never deserved to continue on, and that has been true since long before anything here had tried to end her life. Why should she keep fighting that? Now that the facts force their way down her throat at every turn, the condemnation glaring at her through every pair of eyes, the blame pointed at her from fingers that worm into her heart and tear it at the seams. The vengeance she can feel inching toward her.
From the moment she had been born her life was nothing other than a casualty of the powers that be. She could never hope to gain a firmer grasp of how it all played out from here. That she thought, at some point, she could attain some amount of control was... naïve and wishful. She knows better now. She knows better than to hope to ever know who she truly is - or could've been - were she more than a product of her surroundings.
The fact she is still here is an utterly undeserving privilege in and of itself, she thinks. Pain clenches her throat, draws her breath deep within her powerful lungs.
She believes that she is truly alone here, isolated in the early morning. Yet still... for some reason, as if pleading to be heard one last time, her voice and emotion drag across an empty bond, unfurled from the usually stubborn, stony walls of her heart. I'm sorry, the pain grates against her spirit with a bleakness that would spring tears to her eyes if she were in her human form at this moment. Instead, her gaze can only reflect the deep, blue ocean.
Silence takes hold then, as the tide washes out in its cold, indifferent response. Her large paws step off, deeper into the frothy waves. She wonders what it would be like, to not fight their strength. To not even lift a muscle to fight the current. Let it take her away from here. Maybe she'd find some other world, one in which the pain doesn't follow her. Maybe things would be better... if I just... disappeared.
Anger chips away at her reason, making hot breath fume from her nostrils as her thick, striped tail lashes back and forth through the air like a whip. Her thoughts become a whirl as the storm within her drowns out her logic.
She had never deserved to continue on, and that has been true since long before anything here had tried to end her life. Why should she keep fighting that? Now that the facts force their way down her throat at every turn, the condemnation glaring at her through every pair of eyes, the blame pointed at her from fingers that worm into her heart and tear it at the seams. The vengeance she can feel inching toward her.
From the moment she had been born her life was nothing other than a casualty of the powers that be. She could never hope to gain a firmer grasp of how it all played out from here. That she thought, at some point, she could attain some amount of control was... naïve and wishful. She knows better now. She knows better than to hope to ever know who she truly is - or could've been - were she more than a product of her surroundings.
The fact she is still here is an utterly undeserving privilege in and of itself, she thinks. Pain clenches her throat, draws her breath deep within her powerful lungs.
She believes that she is truly alone here, isolated in the early morning. Yet still... for some reason, as if pleading to be heard one last time, her voice and emotion drag across an empty bond, unfurled from the usually stubborn, stony walls of her heart. I'm sorry, the pain grates against her spirit with a bleakness that would spring tears to her eyes if she were in her human form at this moment. Instead, her gaze can only reflect the deep, blue ocean.
Silence takes hold then, as the tide washes out in its cold, indifferent response. Her large paws step off, deeper into the frothy waves. She wonders what it would be like, to not fight their strength. To not even lift a muscle to fight the current. Let it take her away from here. Maybe she'd find some other world, one in which the pain doesn't follow her. Maybe things would be better... if I just... disappeared.
Aurelia
