Valid Loner
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The world can only get worse. The Third Day of Mid Summer; NoonDays of travel. Weeks of movement. Years of migration. Being able to tell the Nomad from the horde of others is pretty simple. Telling the Drifter from the Wanderer from the Loner, simple as well. Mighty simple. Telling the Exile from the Outcast was quite easy too, if you thought about it each of the previously mention differed, one way or another, though they all where far from stationary. The look in their eyes and the thorns in their feet. The way they moved, how they decided to move. Where they decided to go all added to what made each and ever term different. Or at least in the eyes of someone who had days upon days to wonder, to ponder, to become bored to the extent she had nothing better to do then pick apart the seams.
Seams that where not met to be taken apart, stitch by stitch. After all hadn’t she heard of insanity creeping into the minds of those left alone too long to meddle in the affairs of ‘Why’? But, what could she say she hadn't the pleasure of company. Days now she went along, and though she had encounters with others it didn't seem they had conversation on the mind. Too busy murdering their fellows and causing mischief. Too busy trying to find ways to get in the good graces of these 'Celestials'. Yes, she had heard of the apparent 'Deities' that inhabited the land… but… in all honesty she doubted them. If they where really Deities they wouldn’t be allowing the bloodshed to happen. Even if they hated each other, why go to war? If they where really immortal they would never die…
Not that it mattered overly so. Her belief, or, disbelief, as it was didn't affect anyone or anything. Where she was skeptical others lined up to fill her place. To put faith and trust and acknowledgment to their 'great powers' and unearthly abilities. She couldn’t sway them, even if she wanted to… Couldn’t talk them into thinking that it was possibly a hoax, that there could be a perfectly logical reason. But, alas, she really didn’t want to… she felt no need, no incentive to preach to those who didn’t want to listen. Let the blind be blind. It didn't harm her to let them be. Besides they where happy, well… happier that way. So who was she to take away their happiness? No one.
She lounged alongside the pool that stood at the base of the waterfall. Catching the gushing waters while feeding it into the river she laid so peacefully on a tilted rock. Feeling the warmth of the day as the sun rose over head and the moistened mist of the ‘falls. Fur slightly dampened and cooled by the bubbling waters her chin remained glued to the rock, her paws framing her face. Eyes closed, black lashes meeting and lids shielding a haunting gaze from the world as her breathing remained ever even. Ears at a gentle slope as they where bathed in the majestic, constant roar of water hitting water. Twitching only now and again as she shifted ever slightly. Completely content in her sunbathing, it seemed.
But was she? Her form was elongated fully. Ribs gently tracing her sides, protruding from a raven coat as she rested so nonchalantly. Her dull claws gently raking the platform she laid on now and again as she stretched. Reaching forward, her paws hung off the side. A small, heavenward curve of her black lips barely noticeable and yet... Was she content? She looked as innocent as an angel, as sweet and mild tempered as a lily. Quiet and casual and enjoying the day but was she content with how everything seemed and how everything was?
Who… is? She mused quietly. Her features shattered from their peace as they offered a little twitch, noting that thoughts she had where troubling ones. She was not happy with how things where, not content to let them be but she was not… up to changing anything. She didn’t want to, she didn’t feel like it and… besides it was futile. To change things, for but one person to change things? A rare miracle. A doubtful one. Besides correcting the world was useless. Others had a habit of screwing things up. There is no question that if by some way the way of life was 'fixed' it would soon advert back. Yet…the paradise one would have, even if it lasted for only a couple lifetimes…
Eyes beneath the cover of lids flickered until finally black lashes parted. Gentle gaze taking in the view of the water with dull affection as she turned. Bringing her lengthy form together in a formal lay which morphed to a sit. Shoulders protruding on either side of a still thick mane as she let her head hang. Viewing the turmoil of the waters below she peered into their depths. It was beautiful, really. Peace was beautiful too and so was serenity, tranquility. But… “It’s… boring here.”
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