May 16, 2010 - 4:41am — Sonata
Some say that loneliness is truly when you are by yourself.
Others say it is just a feeling, like everything else...
But...
True loneliness comes only when others are around.
To be with others.
Is to be truly alone.
To give yourself to others until you have been scattered about in heart and soul.
That is true loneliness.
May 11, 2010 - 9:41am — Sonata
Such fear! such panic! surely angels felt less upon falling to earth!
He did not know what had happened, he had tripped over the small doe, and soon enough she had been upon him.
But, he had thought her to be such a gentle creature!
No time to think.
Cloven hooves of gold tore into the grass, the earth, sending it up in his wake as he flew over the ground, not fast enough, it would never be fast enough.
His chest heaved.
Blood trickled down one of his legs gently, but he did not limp, not yet.
the graveyard, the graveyard, the twin gods, would they tear his life from him as soon as they had given it?
No time to think.
No time.
No time.
He turned to face the doe, a rash decision, lowering his antlers though they were useless fighting tools, more for show than anything else.
Hunger filled her mind. this was the wrong time to have been passing by Aeis. Three days of not eating a single soul had gotten to her.
This Blood lust was overwhelming.
it clouded her mind her judgement. she didn't even noticed whom it was she had been chasing. she could only see red. Butterfly antlers morphed to sharp spikes as she grinned wickedly. when he lowered her antlers she knew it was to late for him it was over he was done.
she charged at him those antlers blaring straight for his flank. she wanted blood and she would have it.
The stag reared, no use as she came by, and he came down upon open ground uselessly, once bright hooves dusty, useless, even if he did hit her, why, what would the point be?
all the same he turned his head, snapping blindly, gods help him!
His breath came in gasps as he snapped, tensing himself, preparing to run once again, he could not fight this, he could not outrun this.
But in the name of the gods, he would die where he wished!
once more he struck out with his teeth, aiming for one of her back legs
She yelped like a stricken dog when he bit into her leg cause her to trip.
May 10, 2010 - 4:29am — Sonata
But boredom boredom boredom
"things, oh everything, it's just so...tiring, life is...boring, to say the least unfortunately some of us are not...blessed, with the means to end our own lives, but you pretty little deers, excuse me, Dears, most certainly do.
But you don't...
if I could, I would. but...I cannot, sad sad truth, how you make fools of us all"
He tilts his head to the side.
And those eyes...
those glorious, magnificent, beautiful eyes of ever changing colours and dancing aroura, slowly turn upon you.
May 6, 2010 - 12:14am — Sonata
Beautiful
terrible
Nightmares.
The doe ran silently, in an attempt to outrun the terrors that her mind created for her, dodging amongst trees, flying through the gaps between them, more open than they seemed, oh but how small they seemed.
