Post by Diseera Lefond on Jan 10, 2009 21:04:37 GMT -5
Syeleen walked through the night, her body shivering from the bitter chill of the wind. She thought she would be used to this by now but every night was exactly the same; her alone trying to gain warmth from a small piece of cloth she had acquired during her travels. It was blue, stretched and unimaginably thin, barely able to cover her. She kept it wrapped tightly around her shoulders as she walked through the night. Her once green eyes were now a hollow black. She was weak, hungry and helpless.
She walked barefoot on the dirt, rocks piercing her skin. She bled, the smell of her own blood reaching into her nostrils. It caused her to turn a paler shade than what she already was. The cuts attempted to heal themselves but because she had not feeded in sometime, they remained slightly open. She walked through the trees, afraid of walking on the dirt roads. She was more secretive in the forests.
A twig snapped and her body grew tense, her head whipping around to see if anyone was behind her. She saw nothing in the pitch black darkness. She was alone. Syeleen stopped, her body shaking and her legs wobbly. She couldn't go on like this forever. She leaned against a tree, her body sliding down to hit the roots. Her back was pressed against the hard bark. She brought one of he feet into her and looked at it.
It was covered in dirt, blood stains, and thorns. She spat onto a small section of her blanket and began to rub at her feet. Although it seemed in the beginning that it was just rearranging the dirt, it soon began to clean it up a bit. She got the dirt mostly off and was able to see where the blood was. There were a few cuts that were healing themselves, blood clotting trying to prevent from coming through. She sighed and placed the foot down and doing the same to the other. Although they would end up dirty when she started her journey again, it felt nice to have them cleaned for the night. She looked up, seeing the bright moon beyond the trees and she reached up with her hand as though she was trying to grab it.
"When will my new life begin?" she asked almost hoping for it to answer back.
She walked barefoot on the dirt, rocks piercing her skin. She bled, the smell of her own blood reaching into her nostrils. It caused her to turn a paler shade than what she already was. The cuts attempted to heal themselves but because she had not feeded in sometime, they remained slightly open. She walked through the trees, afraid of walking on the dirt roads. She was more secretive in the forests.
A twig snapped and her body grew tense, her head whipping around to see if anyone was behind her. She saw nothing in the pitch black darkness. She was alone. Syeleen stopped, her body shaking and her legs wobbly. She couldn't go on like this forever. She leaned against a tree, her body sliding down to hit the roots. Her back was pressed against the hard bark. She brought one of he feet into her and looked at it.
It was covered in dirt, blood stains, and thorns. She spat onto a small section of her blanket and began to rub at her feet. Although it seemed in the beginning that it was just rearranging the dirt, it soon began to clean it up a bit. She got the dirt mostly off and was able to see where the blood was. There were a few cuts that were healing themselves, blood clotting trying to prevent from coming through. She sighed and placed the foot down and doing the same to the other. Although they would end up dirty when she started her journey again, it felt nice to have them cleaned for the night. She looked up, seeing the bright moon beyond the trees and she reached up with her hand as though she was trying to grab it.
"When will my new life begin?" she asked almost hoping for it to answer back.
