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Post by Lost on Jan 5, 2010 16:21:28 GMT -5
Lostface stared down at his feet as he followed a path to the owl tree but he veered off target and walked by some boulders.He looked at a boulder and sat on top of it and stared inot the forest his coal dark eyes filled with sorrow.He pricked his ears at the sounds of a mouse scurrying along the ground.He layed down on the stone and closed his eyes...IDIOT how could you do that to visionfeather she loves you more than anything how could you be so foolish i hate myself im such a idiot
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ookami!
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i was really too honest to be a politician and live.
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Post by ookami! on Jan 5, 2010 18:21:08 GMT -5
I can be brown, I can be blue, I can be violet sky...
The air held a brisk flavor, one that hung on the fringes, so you could inhale and exhale and just get the basic bones of the flavor. The deep tones of ozone were there, and the rain's distinct odor laced the clearing. The sky was like watercolours, deeper greys dripping along bleached hues. It was wide, and dizzying with its sheer size. It loomed almost protectively around everything The sun hid beneath blankets of gray, a few rogue strands of light falling upon the land. She was a silver Oriental. That description is rather common here, but they rarely have that deep feel, embedded within soul, mind, and body. Her fur was a layered fold of alabaster and snowy hues. Said hues were white in general, but strands of greys, silvers, darker hues kept her warm. Around her face was a haphazard splash of white and black, as though someone had decided against her face and taken an ink brush to it. Her eyes were cold, liquified violets, that cold, independent fire. Her gait was slightly irregular, the right hind leg favoured, unable to support her full weight. Her paws were caked in thick mud, matching her natural mask. It hung within the pads, slick and too thick to drip unless in globs. It slapped her dewclaws, spattering several inches up her legs. Over one of the many well-worn paths, the creature trotted aimlessly. The feline sometimes stopped to sniff at bark or to watch a squirrel dart up a tree. The rippling limbs and gait implied to watchers masculinity, but one look at its face confirmed otherwise. Gentle features and a slender muzzle depicted youth and exuberance, though to look into her eyes would find you lost in wisdom and disdain. She seemed relaxed, though her ears flicked around every so often, just in case. The scents she found were old; males and females, even kits in some places, but all very faint. All, for some sinister reason, masked to some degree by the ferrous scent of blood and fear. She wondered what had happened here, but the thoughts did not worry her. Vision sat back on her haunches in the middle of the path. A large oak stood beside her, part of its trunk, about shoulder-height, was smeared with what looked irrefutably like blood. To others, it would go unnoticed, masked in turn by flowers and green. But not to Vision.
She sat, her paws sinking into the moist ground, wet from the rains which were Mother Nature's personal shower. The shower which caused everything to grow, the grass, the flowers, even clouds wouldn't survive long without the rains. Never mind Vision. She tilted her eyes to the sky, then back again at the feline above her. She mewled at him.
Greetings, Lost One. It has been long indeed.
Already a plan was forming in her not-so-sane mind.
violet sky
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Post by Lost on Jan 5, 2010 19:16:24 GMT -5
Lostface scrambled to his paws his deep gray eys opening and noticing the all to familar she cat."Visionfeather?"He asked his eyes adapting.Once he realized it was her he leaped down to her side and stared at her.SHe was as beautiful as he remembered the odd marking of hr silver gray fur.He forced himself to not tackle her and cover her face in licks."Why are you here ?"He asked his paws kneeded the ground."I havent seen you since last new-leaf!"He barely could hold himself back.This was the she-cat he belived he lost forever and now she was back.Mabe she wanted him back.But why would she he had accidently fallen in love with his own apprentice.But he stood still staring as visionfeather with such sorrow in his eyes.
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ookami!
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i was really too honest to be a politician and live.
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Post by ookami! on Jan 5, 2010 20:29:16 GMT -5
there is such beauty in decay.
The trees whispered softly to one another, crackling branches uttering gentle tones into the air. It was just past sunset, and the red sun shone through the branches, making the earth blossom into splatters of red, brown and gold. Birds moved overhead, though they did not make much noise by way of song. Little things skittered in the leaf litter and a white flash and the quiet, retreating sound of hooves was the only remnant of a frightened doe. The thunderstorms had returned. The crystal clear periwinkle skies had by now given way to great rolling mountains of fluffy gray clouds, come to replinesh mother Nature's bathing water. Rain was her own little shower, only about to give her a nice cool shower after a long day full of growing and fixing things, trying to make the world into a better place, fighting the pollution that the greedy and selfish humans have bestowed so willingly onto their own planet. She often questioned the motives of humans. Why try to destroy your home, even if it means greater comfort? That comfort will only be gone so much sooner. Yeah, cars might make for faster and easier travel, but they also make for nasty air and obesity. So why, pray tell, do humans do the things they do? Do they even think? Did Lost think, when he abandoned her so cruelly? Was he of the same mindset as the twolegs? Oh, this stupid boy. Must I have a reason to roam the lands of my own clan? Ah, but of course, young Lostface... we have not spoken in quite some time. Perhaps we shall play, how you say, "catch up"?
The cat leapt up to him, muscles pumping, propelling her up the rocks - she landed nearly on him, and stood as still as the stone she sat on, staring him down. Shall we?
of course, rust is lovelier than paint.
//sorry. pretty fail.
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Post by Lost on Jan 5, 2010 22:11:38 GMT -5
He stared at her.Play?Ok.He scrambled to follow her and sat next to the silver she cat his fur burning with thrill.She was back and he couldn't believe his eyes.His vision was back HIS vision.Well not his anymore she had found out about his liking for his apprentice silverpaw.He was a foolish tom.
I will await dear, A patient of eternity, my crush. A universal still, No rust. No dust will ever grow on this frame, One million years I will say your name. I love you more than I can ever scream.
He remembered all the fun they had as Lostpaw and Visionpaw.When they would go midnight hunting and she would catch adders and tend to each others wounds just so they could be out longer or hitting each other with water from puddles.His paws prickled with regret when he remembered vision being in blood clan and him being a kittypet.He shuddered and looked back at visionfeather his eyes saying so much.
Booked our flight those years ago, I said I love you as I left you. Regrets still haunt my hollow head, I promised you I will see you again, again.
Vision I'm sorry for everything i have ever done and i love you and if this is the way we have to work this out than i will do anything for you i love i promise on my whole heart and soul
I sit here and smile dear, I smile because I think of you, I blush. These bleeding hollow dials... This fuss. A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel. A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch.
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ookami!
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i was really too honest to be a politician and live.
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Post by ookami! on Apr 14, 2010 23:40:40 GMT -5
an honest man is always a child.
bum, bum, bum, bum...
oh! a little tune, hummed in the back of her delicate little throat. pretty little throat. tiny little throat. so scratched and scuffed and mutilated, nearly bare! soft tufts of fur growing from between scabs and scars alike, pretty little rags! rags and bone, bone and rags. tendons and muscle flexing with annoyance, beautiful bones! a metronome for her little tune, tail flicking away behind her head, a signal not to come near. her pretty, dainty paws, shuffling her away from his nearness. friends! hallowed be thy name.
purr, purr away my fine kitten! you are sorry, sorry for much, all that is apologetic must not last! would you, could you, might you stay true to your word? promises, promises, all that is perfect and right. are you not perfect? a fantastical being before all? why, you are but a child before me, begging and crying like a kit for his mother. of course, this is why you had betrayed me as most cowardly swine, is it not? i, who am so wrong and unduly aged, must not be a significant being to you, youthful and perfect as you are! that apprentice of yours was such beauty, wrapped in ethereal evanescence. as such, where is she now? why, too bad!
bum, bum, bum. drums, drums, march on young warrior! discover your most frenzied desires, but do not fail in your mission! balance, balance, careful on the ice! spread evenly, thin and light. give in, give in, resilience!
chatter, chatter, so much noise! bells, bells and whistles, drowning out those important drums! lostface, such a noisebox! attempting to shake from her head the noises, redundancy! confusion.
bah, bah, you are most correct! we must, we must return. happiness, yes? speak, lost! you must speak, so that i may understand.
i was really too honest to be a politician and live.
ooc//sorry for shortness! i'm just figuring out how to jump back into her skin. at least i had fun with this post. sorry if it's weird, but that's how vision thinks! i've finally figured out how to put it into words. she's gone rather insaaaane!
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Post by Lost on Jul 1, 2010 16:07:34 GMT -5
Waking up without you It doesn't feel right To sleep with only memories It's harder every night Sometimes I think I can feel you breathing on my neck
"Vision"Lostface whispered to his beloved she cat.His apprentice yes she was still his but he woulldn't fall for her anymore. Vision was his. All he ever wanted in his life was her,from the moment he saw her as an apprentice she was the only thing on his mind. All the time he was with her he was the happiest tom in the world.
Tonight I'm reaching out to the stars I think that he owes me a favor It doesn't matter where you are I'll hold you again
"Vision we were destined for eachother no matter what i will always love you and you will always love me!It was my destiny that we would be together. You're my everything if i ever truely lost you i would die on the inside!"He leaned forward and licked her forehead."Vision without you i'll be miserable at best.I need you I love you."He whispered softly.
I wish I could hear your voice And don't leave me alone in this nest I wish I could touch you once more And don't leave me alone in this nest Not tonight, not tomorrow
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