Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on May 4, 2009 20:26:30 GMT -5
Rousing such memories from so long again was a pain unbearable, but a pain all the same that a mortal must bear to remind themselves that after all they are just that - mortal. It was not with ease that the feline had tripsed their disconcerted way to these boarders. Unwelcome for generations, thought a murderer, though truly but a benign victim.
Worn eyes, surrounded by battle-scars observed the snowscape'd territory that was lain before her. A low, mourning cry stirred in the depths of her being, aching to be let out for all to here, but yet, restrained. This had not been far from where she had first met his true love and just over the rise was where they had spoken of the truth behind the emotion. At that same place, she had lost her only brother, throwing her own beating heart onto the floor, bloodied and shattered. No doubt red still stained the earth where Crevicefang had died. Hers and some of rogue, but more of the former.
Agony was something she had accustomed herself to, but none such as when she felt the raw pain of those memories. In an ecstasy of pain she drifted forwards, unbeknownstly passing the boarder that was that of the rogue's - who thought her a killer of their own. Sure, he had never had these suspicions confirmed and denied, but what else were they to think? That had been the one flaw in Crevicefang that they saw, and it was a disgraceful pitfall - being killed by a rogue. Not even a loner, a cat that diliberately tresspassed with, what they believed, malicious intent.
It had been ten moons since Crevicefang's death, but she remembered it clear as yesterday. Renegade had almost killed her once after finding her with her family, she would not let them do the same again. Renegade had been killed forever, only to have returned again and again, like a kicked puppy that knew nothing else but the pain of being kicked and the love it felt so dearly for its owner. Death. Murder. Misjustice. Revenge...
She found she had strayed even further than intended, he had long crossed the boarder and was nearing close to the canyons, as the route he had been taken was not far awry from his current position. Was she mad? The canyon had a bloodfeud against her, sure, from many moons ago, but there would still be some that remained with the name imprinted in their memories. Which name was that? Well, the warrior, the murderer, the corrupter of perfection; the killer of Crevicefang's mother. It was a truth that haunted Depthvision like a plague, muderous and painful.
But new realizations have taken place...
It had always been known that everything can be re-born. Seasons, and flowers. Love, and happiness.
Depthvision tenderly looked about herself, counting everything that had been forever, but was yet still new. A single blossom fell from the tree above her, and she knew she herself was re-born.
Her love for Havoccrypt had been there since the beginning of her fight, but only the past few days had it become open to the world. Like one of those pinkish flowers, so beautiful, so soft…But also, so mysterious. The ways of love were new to her, an un-traveled path one may say. And slowly, her new emotions for Havoccrypt, her best friend, her soul mate, but also her lover had come to bloom in front of her eyes.
Depthvision, I love you...
How she longed to hear those words. Back then, though she had wished such words had been true and that she could belong to him, she had doubted them. He was her best friend. And also a tom that many cats would want. He had no reason to choose her.
So Depthvision had let her hopes fall, as though that pink flower had suddenly been lost to a river of reputations and greed. She was ‘that cat who can't live up to her own legacy' and ‘that she-cat without a destiny’ and he was ‘the tom with guts' or ‘that cute guy.’ How could she expect to live up to such high standards?
As Depthvision sat on the worn stone flood, she looked to the tender green grass, and the shimmering stars to remind her she had been wrong.
Now, as she looked back on her memories shehoped he had loved her. But perhaps now, even if he were to tell her, she'd be too disbelieving to hear him.
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Worn eyes, surrounded by battle-scars observed the snowscape'd territory that was lain before her. A low, mourning cry stirred in the depths of her being, aching to be let out for all to here, but yet, restrained. This had not been far from where she had first met his true love and just over the rise was where they had spoken of the truth behind the emotion. At that same place, she had lost her only brother, throwing her own beating heart onto the floor, bloodied and shattered. No doubt red still stained the earth where Crevicefang had died. Hers and some of rogue, but more of the former.
Agony was something she had accustomed herself to, but none such as when she felt the raw pain of those memories. In an ecstasy of pain she drifted forwards, unbeknownstly passing the boarder that was that of the rogue's - who thought her a killer of their own. Sure, he had never had these suspicions confirmed and denied, but what else were they to think? That had been the one flaw in Crevicefang that they saw, and it was a disgraceful pitfall - being killed by a rogue. Not even a loner, a cat that diliberately tresspassed with, what they believed, malicious intent.
It had been ten moons since Crevicefang's death, but she remembered it clear as yesterday. Renegade had almost killed her once after finding her with her family, she would not let them do the same again. Renegade had been killed forever, only to have returned again and again, like a kicked puppy that knew nothing else but the pain of being kicked and the love it felt so dearly for its owner. Death. Murder. Misjustice. Revenge...
She found she had strayed even further than intended, he had long crossed the boarder and was nearing close to the canyons, as the route he had been taken was not far awry from his current position. Was she mad? The canyon had a bloodfeud against her, sure, from many moons ago, but there would still be some that remained with the name imprinted in their memories. Which name was that? Well, the warrior, the murderer, the corrupter of perfection; the killer of Crevicefang's mother. It was a truth that haunted Depthvision like a plague, muderous and painful.
But new realizations have taken place...
It had always been known that everything can be re-born. Seasons, and flowers. Love, and happiness.
Depthvision tenderly looked about herself, counting everything that had been forever, but was yet still new. A single blossom fell from the tree above her, and she knew she herself was re-born.
Her love for Havoccrypt had been there since the beginning of her fight, but only the past few days had it become open to the world. Like one of those pinkish flowers, so beautiful, so soft…But also, so mysterious. The ways of love were new to her, an un-traveled path one may say. And slowly, her new emotions for Havoccrypt, her best friend, her soul mate, but also her lover had come to bloom in front of her eyes.
Depthvision, I love you...
How she longed to hear those words. Back then, though she had wished such words had been true and that she could belong to him, she had doubted them. He was her best friend. And also a tom that many cats would want. He had no reason to choose her.
So Depthvision had let her hopes fall, as though that pink flower had suddenly been lost to a river of reputations and greed. She was ‘that cat who can't live up to her own legacy' and ‘that she-cat without a destiny’ and he was ‘the tom with guts' or ‘that cute guy.’ How could she expect to live up to such high standards?
As Depthvision sat on the worn stone flood, she looked to the tender green grass, and the shimmering stars to remind her she had been wrong.
Now, as she looked back on her memories shehoped he had loved her. But perhaps now, even if he were to tell her, she'd be too disbelieving to hear him.
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