God, I want to dream again
I want to take control but I know better
It had taken me only moments to decide to explore. I left my brother behind in his den fast asleep, besides even if I had spoken my voice was not enough to wake him, so I step out of our den. I look around at our strange surroundings before I decide that I really need to learn my surroundings. My gaze flicked to the source of a rustling noise to reveal a young fox. I smile because it's kind of cute and reminds me of my days in puppy hood. There was something else nearby because I can sense it, I can smell something other than us and baby fox. I looked around and the baby fox darted off out of sight, and my head snaps to some nearby bushes. Something or someone is trying to sneak up on me. My ears twitch as I hear a voice. The voice of my brother, standing at the mouth of our shared den. My sapphire eyes flick to him and I take a deep breath.
My brother can go investigate. I need to run and explore. I shoot him a meaningful look and then race out of our den site. I am running as fast as I can before I slide to a stop on my haunches and try to collect my thoughts. My pristine white form feels out of place amongst all the trees and thickets. Somehow I can't quite care, because I wasn't meant to blend in, I was meant to shine like the both of my parents, I am meant to be greatness. I am meant to be more than I can even begin to explain. Yet I feel quite normal, not even like myself and not like who I'm supposed to be, and I have no clue what to do.
I feel a tear drip down my face as I simply feel myself lose control. My dark silver and light fire dusted russet throat is lifted as I howl a mourning cry to the skies. My sapphire eyes close closing off the violet, gold, and emerald streaked depths, before a snarl erupts from my throat, my eyes opening to see nothing but trees and thickets. I barely stop myself from lunging at some innocent plant, because I can only imagine what my family would think of my weakness right now. A sigh replaces the growl, and I lay myself down on the roots of an old gnarled tree and let myself roil in my misery. My tail is curled tightly at my haunches, and I simply watch. Waiting to see who might pass by.
And you're believing all the lies
They hide just out of sight
the quicksilver of nowhere
And turn your dreams to dust
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