Post by Destiny on Apr 29, 2008 18:05:53 GMT -5
The silence that hung about the great Stone was almost unbearable. Thoughts of past happenings; of battles and hatred, revenge poisoning all feelings and actions; crept into the heart and mind of the lone she-cat, perched upon the rock. Her strange violet eyes, though more blue than purple, stared blankly into nothingness while her white fur was smoothed over by the gentle breeze. In that gaze of strange and foreboding secrets, a clouded and pained expression lurked. Any who saw her probably could have felt compassion, but also a shadowing hesitance. That look in her eyes- that sad and crazed look as if one bad event might tip her over the edge of all sanity -it was a horrid thing to behold to any free-spirited, loving cat. But no such cat was thought to be in witness to her sorrows. The white she-cat thought of a figure by her side, standing tall and firm with brilliant amber eyes that searched through the hearts of all. But when she turned and looked at that stone, where she had expected another to sit, there was but her imagination. Her strange eyes could not pretend; there was no true form there.
"'Woe to those who walk the earth alone, for fear they should taint it with their strangeness.'" She remembered the sayings of a strange, eccentric old cat who had been her companion for a short while. She remembered also another meeting- a much stranger one. She could remember those eyes of blood red, and that dark grey, almost black fur. Ah, such memories plauge me so. She thought, closing her eyes as she absorbed what little heat remained on the Stone of Amnesty. She had been told that all past happenings could be forgiven on this stone, and here she had forgiven many. But alas, no matter how long she perched, hatred could still find its way into her heart at the loss of not only her dearest friend, but of the life and honor she had always known.
"I was once so care free and light, like the clouds. My name suited me then," here she looked up into the sky, musing over how she wanted to be just one of those white spectrums, "But then I proved myself. Oh, I proved myself well... I fought harder than anyone else, with such an expression in my eye my own Clan feared me. Wildeyes, they called me. And Wildeyes I was. Perhaps the name better suits me, anway." She murmured, sorrow wieghing down at her.
"Is that what I am to be? One searching for something else, with eyes that cannot see reality? I am not mad. Some may think me made. They may call me wild, they may say that insanity speaks its course in my eyes, but they do not know the thoughts and pains I suffer. They do not know the secrets I have been forced to hide. They cannot know the shame I feel." She lowered her head and rested her muzzle on her paws. But I am foolish to enclose my mind in such discourse. I shall try to use the stone's power to focus my thoughts and calm my anxieties. Even as she attempted this, Wildeyes began to feel shifty and nervous, as if something were near her. She shoved the feeling away, but it would not leave. She blinked her eyes open and muttered under her breath.
"'Woe to those who walk the earth alone, for fear they should taint it with their strangeness.'" She remembered the sayings of a strange, eccentric old cat who had been her companion for a short while. She remembered also another meeting- a much stranger one. She could remember those eyes of blood red, and that dark grey, almost black fur. Ah, such memories plauge me so. She thought, closing her eyes as she absorbed what little heat remained on the Stone of Amnesty. She had been told that all past happenings could be forgiven on this stone, and here she had forgiven many. But alas, no matter how long she perched, hatred could still find its way into her heart at the loss of not only her dearest friend, but of the life and honor she had always known.
"I was once so care free and light, like the clouds. My name suited me then," here she looked up into the sky, musing over how she wanted to be just one of those white spectrums, "But then I proved myself. Oh, I proved myself well... I fought harder than anyone else, with such an expression in my eye my own Clan feared me. Wildeyes, they called me. And Wildeyes I was. Perhaps the name better suits me, anway." She murmured, sorrow wieghing down at her.
"Is that what I am to be? One searching for something else, with eyes that cannot see reality? I am not mad. Some may think me made. They may call me wild, they may say that insanity speaks its course in my eyes, but they do not know the thoughts and pains I suffer. They do not know the secrets I have been forced to hide. They cannot know the shame I feel." She lowered her head and rested her muzzle on her paws. But I am foolish to enclose my mind in such discourse. I shall try to use the stone's power to focus my thoughts and calm my anxieties. Even as she attempted this, Wildeyes began to feel shifty and nervous, as if something were near her. She shoved the feeling away, but it would not leave. She blinked her eyes open and muttered under her breath.
