Post by strages on Jan 14, 2008 15:06:52 GMT -5
Man it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My Muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove
Running, always running. I was running away from my past, trying to avoid my troubles, I knew they would catch up with me but I didn’t care I would just run again. Running away was easier than living up but my crimes, I knew I would have to deal with my past sometime or an other but now was not the time, I mean they weren’t even my crimes, I had been wrongly accused, but they didn’t care, they hadn’t even given me chance to tell them it wasn’t me. The thirst for my blood had gripped them and they would not rest until I was dead. I was a skilled fighter and would be able to beat any one of them in single combat, but a whole pack against one, I wouldn’t stand a chance, I would lose, and they would tear the flesh from my limbs before I was dead, I would enter the after life feeling the pain, and I knew that pain of having my flesh torn my still living limbs would never leave me, even in death it would remain. It would be my one constant companion.
Well at least I would have a companion, even if it was an undesirable one, it would beat been alone. Been alone sucks, but I was cursed to remain alone. To life the life of a curl was destiny, I hated it, but it had been written down in the books of fate since before I was even born. Every detail of my existence had been planned out for me and I had to follow it to the letter. Everything happened for a reason but I just wished sometimes certain things wouldn’t happen. I was beginning to tire now but I knew that if I stopped here they would find me, I had to keep running, I had to run until I could run no more, until my limbs gave way beneath me and I fell to the floor.
In the distance I could see that the landscape before me stopped, and it was a long drop to the ground beneath it. I could already sense the feeling of my flesh been tore away from my limbs. I knew that I could not turn back, they had been following me, and I knew that if I stopped I would be a sitting target. The other side of the drop was much much too far away to be able to jump. I sighed but I still kept running, I hadn’t decided what to do but I would prefer to jump to my death and have the sharp jiggered rocks kill me instantly then be killed slowly and painfully by a pack of blood thirsty wolves.
I was almost at the edge when I spotted away across, it was almost a bridge across, of course it wasn’t a bridge and there was no guarantee it would hold my weight, but it was the only way across, and it was either risk that, or die for certain. It wasn’t that I feared death, after all what was there to fear? If it is an end then so be it, for there is no pain in that, except the pain left to the living, but though all fell pain, it does not join together like individual droplets in a pool. A million deaths is really only one death. And if death is not an end, then what more wonderful journey, if we do not fear it? After all we must have courage to face the truth, and the future.
I was nearing the bridge like thing now and I was almost certain it would not hold my weight, but I knew I had to try, for although I didn’t fear death I still considered my self too young to die. I stepped carefully onto the bridge and slowly begun to make my way across, I was just under half way across when I felt the whole bridge begun to shake beneath me. With a whimper I jumped back and as I turned around the whole centre of the bridge had collapsed, and fallen to the rocks about a quarter mile below. I knew my only hope was to jump, but I wouldn’t be able to make it, it was too far.
It was two things that made me decided to jump, I could hear the angry howls of a blood thirsty back of wolves, and I could feel the remaining edge of the bridge rock below me. With a furious spring I leapt towards the other side of the bridge. A dog would never have made it, but I was no dog, I was a wolf, my legs are far more powerful than a dog’s, honed by nature and evolution, by the survival and success of the fittest. I was sailing through the air, springing across the void. My front paws made the distance and landed on the other side, and so did my back paws but only just and they were slipping backwards, with my last once of strength I managed to heave my self up and run to the end of the bridge.
My heavy breathing and panting stopped after a while but I could hear the howls of my old pack getting closer and I wondered if they would dare make the jump, but as I looked back I saw that the side I had been standing on had fallen away after I had jumped and so there was no way they could get across. But, just to be on the safe side I decided I should carry on my journey. It wasn’t long before I could see a large pool, a joyous howl escaped my vocals as I ran to the pool and drank my fill of water.
-please try to make your post atleast half the lenght of mine, it makes it much easier for me to reply then and my muse won't die-
