Post by somali on Aug 24, 2012 17:02:25 GMT -5
[style=margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2r3uhj5.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;] somali [style=font-size:10px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 90%; text-shadow: #555555 10px -6px 2px;]as you wish my dear i'll meet you at midnight before we part with a tear sorry you thought we were right |
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Something moved in the forest. Something with angular features and long, stocky limbs. A shadow slipping among the fronds of grass that brushed against his shoulders. Something large that whisked around trees and remained in the shadows. Something large - - A feline. Something that was a hunter of the night. This typical Hunter, this Shadow, happened to have a name, too. The name of Somali, the cat breed he belonged to, was simple and fitting for him. Somali kept slipping in the shadows until he saw it.[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
After the grass had long turned to sand and the shrubs and trees gave him few shadows to slip in and out of, he saw it - - ominous but beautiful. So this is the Moonpool, came the voice inside of him. His speaking voice of which no one could hear. His mother had once said the UpWalkers called them "thoughts" Seemed fitting, didn't it? The Moonpool;; a soft surface of glowing ice-like water. Calming, ice-cold, pure. He knew it was a form of... something within the Clans. But he wasn't really fully aware of the word that fit in the place of the "something". Was it respect? Was it... Admiration? Death? Life? That was getting annoying. Thoguhts kept tumbling through his mind and eventually he let out a caterwaul of displeasure, his mood souring because he wasn't able to think clearly.
There. Maybe some company would come around, be attracted to his voice. He looked at the sky. Black, jet black, with glistening white sparkles called stars. Black, with those pretty stars and those silvery streaks flitting about like butterfly wings;; those comets. Those stars and comets and the moon. The large moon seemed so far and so alien to Somali. But so beautiful all the same. He loved the gleam it cast upon the water. That was the sky, which glimmered in his eyes as it did in the water.
This was another moment of which he was alone, and his thoughts drifted to his days when he was once a rouge in the UpWalker's Kingdom. What his father made him do... It still made him shudder. Every she~cat, every night. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Their sobs, their cries. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." His apologies were never enough, for them, and for himself. Not until that day he had slaughtered his own father. Then he was free of that guilt, but he still had sons and daughter, even if he was so young. He had been so young, so abused... Sometimes he thought it hurt him more than the she~cats. Because he would never, never ever, see the color of his daughters' and sons' eyes.
A soft sigh moved out of his open maw. Quietly his sigh brushed against the grass at his paws, move it ever so slightly. He shifted and dabbed a paw at the water, watching his reflection shatter and the unbroken surface of the water ripple. And he thought, Who am I?
Something inside him throbbed with pain and a soft voice, maybe the wind, perhaps the murmuring of the water, told him; You are broken, Somali.
