Let The Waves Take Me Down ;;
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Caught amid limestone caves and meandering streams, Jewelled Creek is a mystery, full of spires of rock and ancient trees.
Jeweled Creek is aligned with: No One.
Jeweled Creek is aligned with: No One.
Posted on February 24, 2009 at 02:22:55 PM by Sonnet
It is odd how some people get through life. Some prefer to travel alone, they think their own company is all they need and wonder with just themselves, others prefer, just themselves and their one loved one, their soul mate, their destiny, they are meant to be together, thatís their life. Others prefer to live in a family, a family of honour, of trust. A family where everyone loves everyone protects and would die for each other. And then, there are others who live in a family, but do not love each other, some maybe not even like, but just for the safety or convenience. Some get through life with just killing, maybe not because they hate someone, nor seek revenge, but for the pleasure, maybe of hearing a scream that could wake the dead, or the dripping of the scarlet liquid that is all that remains. Some get through life because of others, because of help and dedication. Others get through life because of bloodlines, if you have a high class mother and father, you will be a high class bitch, you have a poor mother and father, life is not always going to go in the direction you dream of. Though itís like evolution, somehow everyone is going to adapt to their life styles, everyone is going to change when needed and re adjust when it becomes necessary, for god sake, nothing is going to stay perfect forever, Sonnet just didnít know that right then.
It wasnít as if her previous life and first glance at the world was magical, it was from an early age that she had preferred being alone, her solitude life suited her well and that was where she always thought she was better off. It had become obvious that she would walk of in a day-dream and return home with the others in a wonder where she had got too; it still did not bother her. She knew she had the confinements of her herd to come home too, it was not an all lovey, dovey, kissy, huggy relationship, many minded their own businesses, some found friends in the group even lovers, these included her mother and father, many though stayed in contentment, just for safety. She felt like she was a slight let down to her mother and father, oh, they were such great leaders, many came to the herd just to be in their royal presence, her mother was their when needed, but Sonnet was not loved, her mother tried to make her look like she did, but only so she was the one that looked good. Sonnet did not mind this for it held her back, who really wanted a mother chasing after you asking some many questions about your day, or licking mud of your cheek that really isnít there anyway, no, Sonnet could not be bothered with mothers, but she was their as a trusting friend. It was running that Sonnet spent her time that was not caught up with grazing, a minimal amount of grooming or drinking, though why was she blessed with speed which actually ruins the point of this story, her story, her mothers, her fathers, her herds, it ruined her nearly perfect life, though if it was not that would she be going home to this trustworthy and rather likeable stallion now, could she ever, ever, think that maybe it was worth it, over the loss of her mother, and her gallant father, could she be that selfish enough to say, hey maybe it turned out all right? Maybe it happened for a reason, remembering the soft look in The Gameís eyes, she had a glimmer of hope that it somehow, only somehow could.
For god sake though she had only just met him.
Passionate energy now surged powerfully beneath her pale skin and ran like an electricity bolt within her violet veins, her head was stretched out in front of her, her legs a live drum beneath a upbeat tempo, her daggers an ivory conductor keeping everything in a perfect rhythm, all moving in a beautiful harmony. Her pillars attempted to pricked forward but the force of the now rather strong wind, forced them back against her poll and it was becoming a un-needed battle. Her cream coloured banner was raised with a mix of anticipation, excitement, and confusment. She had done this so many times, but still not knowing what really to expect, I mean, she had only met the Game, he could be a right freak for all she knew, she shuddered slightly at the rather stupid thought, but he had other mares, what would they be like, Sonnet was not a bitch, but she could not put up with some low life sluts forever, though she would not be there forever, only until she found it right to leave. She let a whinny escaped her soft cloud tinted kissers, she was on a new adventure, she did love it really, the fact that the un-known and only that lay in her path, the fact that she could be anyone she wanted to be. Though she would just be Sonnet. She would not change deep down ever. Not really. She yet again pushed herself on; her speed was a slow gallop, slow to her, she knew she was very nearly in the guarded territory of The game and she would let herself well known before she entered, if he was that good a stallion, he would be a keeping a wary eye out for trespassers.
So she had arrived, and she saw what he meant by the word Ďdarkí the sun was not as visible here and there was a slight chill in the air. Sonnet did not mind though, of coarse not, she had lived on the depths of hell, and with the devil himself, lived with sluts and whores, lazy kings, you name it, sheís had it. Nothing did bother her these days, not that she has found anyway. The land though surprisingly had its own way of beingÖ Beautiful, the long deep dark trees that carried themselves over the eerie hills and the spindly, dark brown branches that brushed the dark-mint green grass was somewhat appealing. Her paint brushed white body stood out here and she found it rather funny, while the chocolate tints of mud, was an unwanted accessory laying in her banner. She dropped her sliver muzzle to the ground and sniffed quietly at the deep emerald shoots, she did not pick, she would only eat until she had the leads consent, but the grass smelt fine and she snorted slightly raising her tiara, a shake of her head ridded of the foods scent that laid in her nose and toyed with her growling stomach. She was not thin, but she did not eat overly well, it did not seem to be a necessity to waste time eating when you could be running or travelling, exploring the world, food was put on earth to excite the others who could not do such wonderful stuff. Her muscle made up for the loss of eating, and she was an all-round good looking mare, her height brought certain drawbacks, but she did not admit what others knew. She was beautiful. She cast her slightly cautious orbs around the land; she would soon meet her king again, get to know him hopefully, he brought much expectation, such curiosity to Sonnetís once calm thoughts, she now fidgeted slightly under her bodice, would he wish to know Sonnets past life? Would he be expecting daisy change and jumping over logs, ha. Sonnet cocked her head, her mocha brown eyes sparkled against her white features, a beautiful nicker escaped her tuned chords, she had arrived.
She only wished that the impression she made would be good, for her, and for the entire herd.
But somewhere some aching part inside of her, wanted this for The Game.
You neednít know why Iím such a poet.
OOC: This is terrible post, it doesnít flow or anything, I am in such a rush, so sorry Rain, Love you x
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