~yoo.hoo~ IP: 173.172.146.28 Posted on October 31, 2010 at 10:31:28 PM by Tal
Bruised and battered, beaten beyond belief, yet still alive, was the once proud golden eagle. Only a fraction of his former self now, Tal lay defeated on a stone in the river. He’d lost most of his brown feathering, leaving torn and bloodied flesh visible. The dark color in his eyes now dulled, as if giving up on life. What did he have to live for now? He’d come to this new land, young and eager with blind innocence and wild adventures in mind. But how was he now? He seemed to have aged years in the span of a week.
He cawed weakly, what was meant to be the proud screech of his breed had died down to a pathetic caw. “What am I now…?” He said, breath a rattling hiss. “I am no longer an eagle, but a snake, grounded to this pathetic existence…” If he could cry, he would’ve then. A strong wind nearly rolled him off the small stone, but as if uncaring he made the extra effort to make sure he did roll off. He fell into the frigid water, falling under the current and letting the water take him wherever it may. He just didn’t care anymore. Why should he. He’d be better off dead anyway right? No one wanted him, no one helped him. He was not an eagle.
Replies:
Soul Of Love - By Soul EnchantmentsNovember 4, 2010 at 06:19:27 PM
