Post by xMis.Matchx on Mar 7, 2009 13:01:35 GMT -5
x.Blaire.x
Finding a Way,
To See the Light,
In My Darkest Hours.
My nails click, click, clicked against the concrete ground that looked disgusting. At least it was dark out, so I couldn't see everything there...I didn't want to see it. The thought of what I may have come across scared me almost as much of the thought of not being able to see what was going on around me.
I had never been good at using hearing to find my way around. I had always relied upon my vision and sense of smell. Here, both of them were useless. It smelled so full of dirt and waste and everything that I didn't want to see that I couldn't make out the scents of everything else. Not only that, but I felt lucky to be able to see my nose through how dark it was.
Was it cloudy, blocking out the moon and starlight? Or maybe it was a new moon. Yes, that seemed right. A new moon, for above my head there were stars, yet no moon glowed overhead. Only the dim shining lights that were always there unless a cloud cover came.
I shivered though I wasn't cold. I rarely was. How could I be cloud with a coat as thick as mine. Especially in an area like this. The sun was constantly here, maybe not in this spot directly, but the rest of the area. I could tell it would be extremely hot in the summer...I'd need to figure out how swimming would work...People said it cooled you down, so I'd need to learn. After all, I really have no estimate on how hot it would be, or how much of the heat I could take.
I sighed. This was supposed to be my sanctuary, not my nightmare, though I refuse to run. Why would I? After all, I don't know if I could take any more running...Running from my past. I don't want to run anymore. Even so, running felt like the right thing to do here. Running as fast and far away from this place as possible because it didn't seem open or friendly. It seemed the farther away from home I got, the less friendly everyone around me seemed.
Why couldn't the humans be nice like they had before? Why couldn't I find any canine company? Why did I feel so left out? I could find the answers to so many questions, just not those ones.
Maybe I should run again...Just this one time... I thought, though I shook my head. I slowly padded tot he left of what I though (and hoped) was the street. My nose bumped into something hard and brick; a house (or so I thought), and I yelped. It hurt. I quickly turned away from it. I soon noticed not too many feet down as another hard thing that caused me to yelp.
After a few times of trial and error I had found myself in the space you could find between most houses. It wasn't big enough for a human to come through without a bit of struggling, though most dogs could fit through. Me, I was only big because of my puffy fur, not my size. My fur had caught on some of the rocks and pulled, though I ignored it. It was easy enough to do.
Soon, I plopped down on the cold, hard ground, curled into a tight ball, and tried to sleep. I never really did dream, more so I drifted into an unthinking stupor, hoping right before I fell into it, that I wouldn't be eaten in the night.
Even in this Place,
It Seems so Hard Not to Cry,
Without the Light Shining on Me,
Effortlessly.
# Of Words -
587 (Post Only)
685 (Total)
Muse -
Eh, it's fine. Not in perfect condition, but close enough.
Finding a Way,
To See the Light,
In My Darkest Hours.
My nails click, click, clicked against the concrete ground that looked disgusting. At least it was dark out, so I couldn't see everything there...I didn't want to see it. The thought of what I may have come across scared me almost as much of the thought of not being able to see what was going on around me.
I had never been good at using hearing to find my way around. I had always relied upon my vision and sense of smell. Here, both of them were useless. It smelled so full of dirt and waste and everything that I didn't want to see that I couldn't make out the scents of everything else. Not only that, but I felt lucky to be able to see my nose through how dark it was.
Was it cloudy, blocking out the moon and starlight? Or maybe it was a new moon. Yes, that seemed right. A new moon, for above my head there were stars, yet no moon glowed overhead. Only the dim shining lights that were always there unless a cloud cover came.
I shivered though I wasn't cold. I rarely was. How could I be cloud with a coat as thick as mine. Especially in an area like this. The sun was constantly here, maybe not in this spot directly, but the rest of the area. I could tell it would be extremely hot in the summer...I'd need to figure out how swimming would work...People said it cooled you down, so I'd need to learn. After all, I really have no estimate on how hot it would be, or how much of the heat I could take.
I sighed. This was supposed to be my sanctuary, not my nightmare, though I refuse to run. Why would I? After all, I don't know if I could take any more running...Running from my past. I don't want to run anymore. Even so, running felt like the right thing to do here. Running as fast and far away from this place as possible because it didn't seem open or friendly. It seemed the farther away from home I got, the less friendly everyone around me seemed.
Why couldn't the humans be nice like they had before? Why couldn't I find any canine company? Why did I feel so left out? I could find the answers to so many questions, just not those ones.
Maybe I should run again...Just this one time... I thought, though I shook my head. I slowly padded tot he left of what I though (and hoped) was the street. My nose bumped into something hard and brick; a house (or so I thought), and I yelped. It hurt. I quickly turned away from it. I soon noticed not too many feet down as another hard thing that caused me to yelp.
After a few times of trial and error I had found myself in the space you could find between most houses. It wasn't big enough for a human to come through without a bit of struggling, though most dogs could fit through. Me, I was only big because of my puffy fur, not my size. My fur had caught on some of the rocks and pulled, though I ignored it. It was easy enough to do.
Soon, I plopped down on the cold, hard ground, curled into a tight ball, and tried to sleep. I never really did dream, more so I drifted into an unthinking stupor, hoping right before I fell into it, that I wouldn't be eaten in the night.
Even in this Place,
It Seems so Hard Not to Cry,
Without the Light Shining on Me,
Effortlessly.
# Of Words -
587 (Post Only)
685 (Total)
Muse -
Eh, it's fine. Not in perfect condition, but close enough.
