Silence (Open)
Feb 4, 2010 18:40:43 GMT -5
Post by blackdawn on Feb 4, 2010 18:40:43 GMT -5
The morning was bleak, very bleak. Everything around Azalea had some tone of gray to it. She thought it must have been her mirror, considering that's how she felt at that moment; gray and dull. She was hoping something would leap through the undergrowth, giving her some sort of creative inspiration, but of course, nothing did. She ventured a little further into the forest, still looking for prey.
She didn't know why she didn't like to talk to other people. The rest of her family was fine around large crowds and were great at socializing.
She was the sore thumb that stuck out.
If I were more social, she thought, stepping over a mass of branches. I would be a more open person, I would get a second view of things. In the distance she swore she heard something. However, I may lose that creative touch I have, and be more willing to steal the ideas of others. She decided to go towards it. Azalea was never afraid about being lost. Alliances and friendships can be weaknesses at certain standards.
The next moment she made her mind go blank. In a swift, silent movement, she ducked under a large bush. Through the mass of leaves she could see a buck. An older one, by the looks of it. As quietly as she could, she began to pray a little as she aimed an arrow. The poor deer never saw it coming. The twang of the bowstring was not enough to warn it of her presence.
She leaped from the bush's cover and approached the kill. Cautiously she knelt down and ran her hand up its flank. She prayed almost silently again. Her ears pricked up again; her hearing sent out to find any other hints of life. She searched several times, over and over. And to her disappointment, and even deep down a slight pleasure, there was silence. Only silence.
She didn't know why she didn't like to talk to other people. The rest of her family was fine around large crowds and were great at socializing.
She was the sore thumb that stuck out.
If I were more social, she thought, stepping over a mass of branches. I would be a more open person, I would get a second view of things. In the distance she swore she heard something. However, I may lose that creative touch I have, and be more willing to steal the ideas of others. She decided to go towards it. Azalea was never afraid about being lost. Alliances and friendships can be weaknesses at certain standards.
The next moment she made her mind go blank. In a swift, silent movement, she ducked under a large bush. Through the mass of leaves she could see a buck. An older one, by the looks of it. As quietly as she could, she began to pray a little as she aimed an arrow. The poor deer never saw it coming. The twang of the bowstring was not enough to warn it of her presence.
She leaped from the bush's cover and approached the kill. Cautiously she knelt down and ran her hand up its flank. She prayed almost silently again. Her ears pricked up again; her hearing sent out to find any other hints of life. She searched several times, over and over. And to her disappointment, and even deep down a slight pleasure, there was silence. Only silence.
