Something feels to be affecting me strongly. Perhaps it's more than just the pines that wrap through the glen that trouble my blood, begging me to move and breathe, feel the air as a wilder thing than ever my tamer heart thought I could. Even with all of the possibilities that remain unstated that it could be, the fact is still that I am, a feeling of freedom and wind racing through me to electrify my being. A run, at a simply complacent pace to the pace-setting beat rushing at me from every side. Bounding, rather unsettled by the pick up of speed around each corner, bending around trees as though there's naught there, my mind screams at me to stop, but the feeling still pulses through me.
Ear trained to the side, pearlescent eyes scan for a target beyond the trees, locking on what seemed to be someone's form for not even a moment before jetting off in an unknown direction, merely following the flowing need to just move. I don't know why, I don't know what provoked it, and, indeed, I did not wake up this morning expecting to feel in control, actively seeking movement.
However, soon the stamina of the pounding starts to run down. Wind brushes the scent of golden needles through my fur, and it crosses my mind. To stop, or to keep going? To move, or to allow the curiosity that tugs at the back of my mind to move me in a different way? No matter what I choose, however, it seems the itching need to move is starting to get a little curious, as well. Is it that I have happened upon someone that is as curious of me as I am of they?
If so... that would certainly be one explanation for the entire emotional environment I find myself in. But, again, that is uncertain.
The curiosity still lingers, having stopped me from even thinking whether I've stopped to stand still or continued to move in one direction or another. Curious, curious... curious.
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estelle · 11 years · angel · truly alone · lhx
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