Post by *~ForestWind~* on Nov 23, 2009 18:10:45 GMT -5
Whispersecret
Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?
The forest was still. Nothing dared to make a move, for everything was at the mercy of the deadly silence. Pools of shadows blotted the never ending stretch of darkness. Yet one disturbed the beauty of the black dawn, as two clouded grey orbs glowed from above. They seemed to match the colors of gloom. As the light mist settled above the land, the small amount of light seemed to play tricks on ones eyes. He looked like a phantom floating above, and that what he was. A ghost, a spirit, the dead one among the living. And it was true. Even though he might not look like the rotting bodies of the deceased, inside that was what he truly was. The tom felt so utterly trapped in this life, even though he didn’t have the slightest clue what was missing from it. He wanted to escape the never ending routine, but he didn’t know where else to go. Whispersecret wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even to himself, but he was confused. Confused and depressed. Every night he would be trapped in unending nightmares, one's that he could never escape from. For other cats, they could just wake up and open their eyes to be saved from the darkness. But Whispersecret couldn’t do that. When he opened his eyes, the darkness never left and the agonizing thoughts kept playing over and over again even when awake. And the dreams weren’t simple ones, like being killed by other cats or dying from sickness. No, if those were the nightmares, the tom could take them with no problem. These dreams taunted him about what affected him the most...
He loved hunting for the clan and fighting in battle. The only friend he has was the darkness, but that didn’t bother him at all. He just had a feeling... that there was more in life. That there had to be more in life.
A soft breeze interrupted his never ending thoughts, ruffling his black and white pelt. The branches around him moaned as the wind played and taunted the thick woods; the dead leaves shuttering as if they were scared. But then he dived back into the deepest memories trapped in his mind. They were few, fore all that happened before waking in Crescentclan was a haze. The tom had no idea who he truly was, where he came from in his former life. It like a hole inside of him, the place where his story ends. Rage built up inside, no one was around to see it. For once he let his emotions get past his covering mask that he never let up when others were around. It was strange to him… but in some strange way he liked it. Just the way his blood pulsed through his veins in such a frenzy, his breath speeding up in loud exhales. For a split second he could see red. He didn’t know he still had his sort of feelings in the empty shell he was becoming. Whispersecret blinked, his blindness not a problem for him in the least. He clamped his teeth closed and dug his claws deep into the bark of the tree he sat in. He liked the way the razor sharp points pierced the soft wood, leaving his own physical scar on this living tree. He didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. Would death be more exiting then this life he was forced to endeavor? Deeper and deeper his claws sliced the tree bark, until there was no more to go. He lifted his head and let his ivory fangs break the soft tissue of his arm, crimonson red fluid beading down. His mouth filled with the metallicy taste, and he savored it. He tightened his jaw, teeth cutting through mussel. Whispersecret's white half of his body was stained with wet scarlet, the warm blood having no color effect on his black side. The branch he sat on was also painted by the bright droplets. This pain felt good, much better then the mental.
The sun was beginning to rise, slowly but gracefully. Just the tips of the golden rays touched his now dry pelt. The tom had never fell asleep, but rather got lost in himself with eyes wide open. His mouth burned, the anger not real any more. More of an illusion. Nothing was left. He brought his attention to his arm, where a deep laceration waited to be acknowledged by movement. The red was more of a tinted brown color now. Nothing compared to the brillient hue when it is first spilled... blood, red as sunset... blood, warmer then wine. Whispersecret flicked his tail, himself as a whole cut off from any emotion once again. He jumped down from the high limb, the impact reopening his self inflicted wound. Looking down at his front leg, he watched a drip of blood trickle down... glicining in the light. He didnt see anything, but felt it, wet and sticky. The tom didnt know what he was going to do, he never planned. Yet he knew it would be the all the same of his trapped life...
Ears twitched, and a gulp of air told him another was approching from far behind. Whispersecret sighed, not bothering to leave. The other cat probably didnt even know he was here yet, even though he knew. Having a sense taken away from him, all the others were twice as better as usual. It was the way it worked.
((My brain is friiied.... Haven't rped in so looong! D=))
Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?
The forest was still. Nothing dared to make a move, for everything was at the mercy of the deadly silence. Pools of shadows blotted the never ending stretch of darkness. Yet one disturbed the beauty of the black dawn, as two clouded grey orbs glowed from above. They seemed to match the colors of gloom. As the light mist settled above the land, the small amount of light seemed to play tricks on ones eyes. He looked like a phantom floating above, and that what he was. A ghost, a spirit, the dead one among the living. And it was true. Even though he might not look like the rotting bodies of the deceased, inside that was what he truly was. The tom felt so utterly trapped in this life, even though he didn’t have the slightest clue what was missing from it. He wanted to escape the never ending routine, but he didn’t know where else to go. Whispersecret wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even to himself, but he was confused. Confused and depressed. Every night he would be trapped in unending nightmares, one's that he could never escape from. For other cats, they could just wake up and open their eyes to be saved from the darkness. But Whispersecret couldn’t do that. When he opened his eyes, the darkness never left and the agonizing thoughts kept playing over and over again even when awake. And the dreams weren’t simple ones, like being killed by other cats or dying from sickness. No, if those were the nightmares, the tom could take them with no problem. These dreams taunted him about what affected him the most...
He loved hunting for the clan and fighting in battle. The only friend he has was the darkness, but that didn’t bother him at all. He just had a feeling... that there was more in life. That there had to be more in life.
A soft breeze interrupted his never ending thoughts, ruffling his black and white pelt. The branches around him moaned as the wind played and taunted the thick woods; the dead leaves shuttering as if they were scared. But then he dived back into the deepest memories trapped in his mind. They were few, fore all that happened before waking in Crescentclan was a haze. The tom had no idea who he truly was, where he came from in his former life. It like a hole inside of him, the place where his story ends. Rage built up inside, no one was around to see it. For once he let his emotions get past his covering mask that he never let up when others were around. It was strange to him… but in some strange way he liked it. Just the way his blood pulsed through his veins in such a frenzy, his breath speeding up in loud exhales. For a split second he could see red. He didn’t know he still had his sort of feelings in the empty shell he was becoming. Whispersecret blinked, his blindness not a problem for him in the least. He clamped his teeth closed and dug his claws deep into the bark of the tree he sat in. He liked the way the razor sharp points pierced the soft wood, leaving his own physical scar on this living tree. He didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. Would death be more exiting then this life he was forced to endeavor? Deeper and deeper his claws sliced the tree bark, until there was no more to go. He lifted his head and let his ivory fangs break the soft tissue of his arm, crimonson red fluid beading down. His mouth filled with the metallicy taste, and he savored it. He tightened his jaw, teeth cutting through mussel. Whispersecret's white half of his body was stained with wet scarlet, the warm blood having no color effect on his black side. The branch he sat on was also painted by the bright droplets. This pain felt good, much better then the mental.
The sun was beginning to rise, slowly but gracefully. Just the tips of the golden rays touched his now dry pelt. The tom had never fell asleep, but rather got lost in himself with eyes wide open. His mouth burned, the anger not real any more. More of an illusion. Nothing was left. He brought his attention to his arm, where a deep laceration waited to be acknowledged by movement. The red was more of a tinted brown color now. Nothing compared to the brillient hue when it is first spilled... blood, red as sunset... blood, warmer then wine. Whispersecret flicked his tail, himself as a whole cut off from any emotion once again. He jumped down from the high limb, the impact reopening his self inflicted wound. Looking down at his front leg, he watched a drip of blood trickle down... glicining in the light. He didnt see anything, but felt it, wet and sticky. The tom didnt know what he was going to do, he never planned. Yet he knew it would be the all the same of his trapped life...
Ears twitched, and a gulp of air told him another was approching from far behind. Whispersecret sighed, not bothering to leave. The other cat probably didnt even know he was here yet, even though he knew. Having a sense taken away from him, all the others were twice as better as usual. It was the way it worked.
((My brain is friiied.... Haven't rped in so looong! D=))