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01-02-2015, 07:38 AM
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She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist. Noor sauntered through the trees aimlessly. The transition from sand to soil felt interesting under her debilitated pistons. Noor had just passed through a rather dramatic dust storm and the woodland in a way startled her. She had been expecting to find nothing but vast desert ahead and this greenery was quite surprising to say the least, though she wasn’t quite sure it was a welcomed surprise. Grains of sand decorated her lashes and inhabited her hair as she slowly moved into the embrace of the forest. Her bones were protruding rather harshly from her flesh giving her the semblance of a decaying corpse. She hadn’t eaten for days and it showed; disturbingly so. It wasn’t that she hadn’t any opportunity to gain sustenance, actually quite the opposite, Noor just couldn’t find the will to relieve the hunger. In fact she had left the craving for food behind many days ago along with her desire to live. For all intents and purposes Noor had planned this to be her final voyage. However as the scenery changed from desert to lush forest she began to think it wasn’t quite over yet. Much to her dismay. Noor halted for a moment as her dual hued orbs traveled up one of the multiple mountains faces, through the breaks in the branches, and settled on its snow dusted peak. It was a cloudy and dismal day, the perfect ambiance for a dreary damsel. She could tell it was spring, she could smell it in there air and feel it in her bones. The world was waking up again after its long sleep and Noor new soon enough she would wish it restored again to winter. She preferred the cold months, the season of loneliness. Noor remembered in her youth watching the flakes as they danced to the earth for hours and, much to her relief, finally feeling nothing at all. No sadness, no overwhelming despair, just a complete lack of emotions and, on occasion, when the depressions returned she would remember those times and, rare as it was, Noor would smile. As she commenced to journey further into the woods Noor began to feel lightheaded and the foliage undulated before her making it taxing to walk straight. She started to slow again and glance around for a resting spot as the rain began to trickle from the sky. Detecting a sturdy tree Noor diverted herself toward it with her crown hung low and her hooves dragging faintly against the terrain with each arduous step. Reaching her meager haven Noor leaned her shoulder against its trunk feeling the grooves in the bark embellishing her hide. Her eyelids began to flutter as sleep attempted to overtake her and a forfeiting sigh was admitted from her lips. Was it just sleep or death in disguise? Noor was unsure, yet neither sounded unpleasant. With that thought, and without hesitation, Noor entered oblivion… {ooc: Sorry its not the best first post, I'm still getting used to her.}  |
