Post by silentstar on Jun 26, 2007 19:53:25 GMT -5
It came to her as an blur now. A story, never to be told…
Two tall figures stood over her, an father nipping painfully at her ears, but gently nuzzling her after. Her mother, stood over in and watch. Her tone gentle but mixed with harsh. No scents filled her nares, it was all just black. Then the two figures looked to be alert, raising their heads high and looking away from her. The one, looking to be her father moved away with great speed and her mother gave out an powerful scream. Within an blink of an eye, the darken figures faded, and screams of pain came from a far. Both were gone. She cried out for help, for the figures that showed him love but only one came, an older sibling. Eyes turn to her older brother and right before her eyes, blood split on her face and a body laid dead into pieces on the ground beside her….She not only lost her family, but she lost her voice.
Moments later were the killer’s faces show. They hover over her, circling her like vultures. She was nothing but prey to them, nothing but a toy. They took her in, only to enjoy the torture they brought her. Each day was sleepless and painful. She was used as a pouncing bag and when her heat came, she was nothing but a toy. All for the joy of commanding a land. No one understood the attack and no one explained it to her. She was kept alive, but for no true reason. Simply to have a slave. She lost her voice and so, she could never cry out for help or scream in pain. She was left to rot, treated like the dirt they walked on. She was nothing to them, but they kept her alive, because they enjoyed it. Knowing they had destroyed her hopes, her life.
One day, she had enough and she was able to break free of the pain, though her past still hunts her. So many times had she tried to talk again, only to cough and cause herself pain. She wanted so badly to speak with the kind voices that came to her, but she only was turned away once they found out that she had no voice. All would get frustrated and she was left alone. She had given up and it seemed she would never find her real voice.
Daggers hardly touch the ground as the mare made her way through the thick trees. Her travels and hard runs had brought her hear. Out of reach of the past, she kindly left behind. No longer will the screams inside her hear hunt her. Sighing deeply, the voice held no sound in her tone. That was the thing, the mare could not speak at all. Something in her past, lead her to never speak again and so she remains silent. As hard as she tries, she has remained silent, never to speak back tot hose that call to her. This brought her to be more alone in the world, as most were to blind to understand that she way mute. Thus they world get frustrated with her. However many took advantage of this. Since she way mute, she could not cry for help, or scream in pain. Those that took her voice, used her as an slave. That was put behind her, an lost cause and now she need to move on. Some hope filled her heart to find truth in the world of darkness. All she knew was her childhood, her killed parents and the few she met along the way. However, one seem to care. That was the thing, no one cared. No one bother to stay with her, teach her how to speak without an voice. She found her own ways, but they are odd. Tossing her mane back and holding back what tears she had shade before, the mare reach the ocean shore. To her, she did not care anymore. She had survived all this time and there was no reason for her not to live now. Whatever was to come her way, she was going to take it on. She was alone and that was how she lived it. She was not here to find an home, she was here for her own will. She was at this place, because it was silent, much like herself.
More pain hit Star as she came to the lands. She lowered herself under the shade of a tree. Her body adapting to what was around her, what was to come soon. She started to push as hard as she could, till something came into view, something showed life. She was more then excited, this was her new hope. She knew it meant trouble to be alone here but she took that risk. She could not cry out in pain or for help, she would just hope that all would go well. This burden wa sher own and Disslove's.
Two tall figures stood over her, an father nipping painfully at her ears, but gently nuzzling her after. Her mother, stood over in and watch. Her tone gentle but mixed with harsh. No scents filled her nares, it was all just black. Then the two figures looked to be alert, raising their heads high and looking away from her. The one, looking to be her father moved away with great speed and her mother gave out an powerful scream. Within an blink of an eye, the darken figures faded, and screams of pain came from a far. Both were gone. She cried out for help, for the figures that showed him love but only one came, an older sibling. Eyes turn to her older brother and right before her eyes, blood split on her face and a body laid dead into pieces on the ground beside her….She not only lost her family, but she lost her voice.
Moments later were the killer’s faces show. They hover over her, circling her like vultures. She was nothing but prey to them, nothing but a toy. They took her in, only to enjoy the torture they brought her. Each day was sleepless and painful. She was used as a pouncing bag and when her heat came, she was nothing but a toy. All for the joy of commanding a land. No one understood the attack and no one explained it to her. She was kept alive, but for no true reason. Simply to have a slave. She lost her voice and so, she could never cry out for help or scream in pain. She was left to rot, treated like the dirt they walked on. She was nothing to them, but they kept her alive, because they enjoyed it. Knowing they had destroyed her hopes, her life.
One day, she had enough and she was able to break free of the pain, though her past still hunts her. So many times had she tried to talk again, only to cough and cause herself pain. She wanted so badly to speak with the kind voices that came to her, but she only was turned away once they found out that she had no voice. All would get frustrated and she was left alone. She had given up and it seemed she would never find her real voice.
Daggers hardly touch the ground as the mare made her way through the thick trees. Her travels and hard runs had brought her hear. Out of reach of the past, she kindly left behind. No longer will the screams inside her hear hunt her. Sighing deeply, the voice held no sound in her tone. That was the thing, the mare could not speak at all. Something in her past, lead her to never speak again and so she remains silent. As hard as she tries, she has remained silent, never to speak back tot hose that call to her. This brought her to be more alone in the world, as most were to blind to understand that she way mute. Thus they world get frustrated with her. However many took advantage of this. Since she way mute, she could not cry for help, or scream in pain. Those that took her voice, used her as an slave. That was put behind her, an lost cause and now she need to move on. Some hope filled her heart to find truth in the world of darkness. All she knew was her childhood, her killed parents and the few she met along the way. However, one seem to care. That was the thing, no one cared. No one bother to stay with her, teach her how to speak without an voice. She found her own ways, but they are odd. Tossing her mane back and holding back what tears she had shade before, the mare reach the ocean shore. To her, she did not care anymore. She had survived all this time and there was no reason for her not to live now. Whatever was to come her way, she was going to take it on. She was alone and that was how she lived it. She was not here to find an home, she was here for her own will. She was at this place, because it was silent, much like herself.
More pain hit Star as she came to the lands. She lowered herself under the shade of a tree. Her body adapting to what was around her, what was to come soon. She started to push as hard as she could, till something came into view, something showed life. She was more then excited, this was her new hope. She knew it meant trouble to be alone here but she took that risk. She could not cry out in pain or for help, she would just hope that all would go well. This burden wa sher own and Disslove's.
