Cliche
Setting fire to our insides for fun
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Refreshed and ready to conquer the day, Cliche bounded along the slopes of the arctic-esque misty mountains. Recently she had found that one thing was constantly plaguing her thoughts. Thirst. Genuine thirst. No, not for blood. For water. Her constant travels had led to her nearly entirely neglecting her duty to keep herself hydrated. There was, though, one place she knew to have a short supply of the most refreshing water available to any living creature. She never shared her find in fear of losing it to everyone else and she made sure she was never followed on any of her escapades. There was a minuscule spring that rose from the earth in a cavern close to one of the numerous mountain peaks. Of course she had only stumbled upon it by happenstance, it wasn't something that could be found without sheer determination or just pure luck. Once found, Cliche had committed the location to memory as she knew it could very well save her life one day. Now was such a day. She had gone a few days without the life-giving liquid and was starting to dehydrate.
Her rough paw pads clung to the now exposed rock as she leaped gracefully from one height to the next. Normally she would have gone the long way and taken the easier way up, the more stable route, but since the majority of the ice had melted away she figured it was safe to cut a few corners here and there. Cliche sighed, and for some reason the scent of another filled her senses. Curiosity spiked within her until she remembered that many wolves had traveled these paths. Jealousy bubbled in her gut as she wondered whether or not they had found her rendezvous. A short 'oomph' escaped her black lips as she went to jump again, but not being in her right mind, didn't jump far enough. Luckily for her, ebony talons made contact with earth and she found herself dangling from a small ledge. Firey orbs glanced down for a split second to judge the distance below her to the next outcrop. The fall was a short one, but the landing wouldn't be pleasant. The rusty-mottled demoness growled her annoyance and decided against just letting go and falling. Instead she reached forward with a single large paw and got a better hold on the ground. With that foot firmly planted she used her powerful hind legs to push off before hauling her sorry ass up and over the edge.
Damn it.
She hissed under her breath, feeling the blood trickle lightly from her now scraped up paw pads. The agitation was short lived though, as she looked up and spotted her destination. Cliche smirked and immediately jumped forward, moving at a bumpy trot toward the back of the cave where the pool was located. Her black nose crinkled as the taste of a stranger grew stronger on her sensitive tongue.
What the hell?
She mused to herself as she ducked her head, trying to get a better look at the rear side of the den. Her caramel auds laid back on her head and her banner hung limply behind her. Low and behold, sitting there was indeed another wolf.
You have got to be kidding me...
Cliche barked in disbelief, though amusement lingered in her snarky tone and shining eyes.
All that work for nothing.
Morgin
kharress@gmail.com
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And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I'm forever missing him.
And you caused it.
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