Post by Ashen Windsong on Jul 20, 2014 20:49:44 GMT -6
As the sun began to set, Ashen sat beside the river once all the commotion calmed down from the Village of Wildgard. She was so used to fighting on her own, now she had so many people willing to protect her, it was strange. so Strange, She needed to do something she never needed. she needed space, to think. For once she needed it. so badly she ventured very far north, to a large lake. just to listen to the sound of the water slowly pool in.
the Summer wind now cooling with night soon approaching, brushed Ashen's now Short hair against her neck. A cold, shiver ran down her spine. she brought her knees up and hugged them tightly as she Suddenly remembered the feeling of the Banshee's touch of Death. how the cold Darkness skipped along her skin, tingling like it was numb, but burned like every bone in her body broke all at once. the sharp lose of air, and the silence...the sweet, addicting silence. for a moment she was lost within the darkness, and at peace. only to wake violently, surrounded by Nature. to her Cloak being draped over her body, and news that her friend had gone berserk. She counted her blessing though, that friend forgave her. She knew she didn't needlessly sacrifice herself, the Banshee took Ashens form and lead the Elves away, protecting wildgard. deep down she knew her friend understood that....or at the very least that's what she hoped.
Ashen sat there as the memories of the day flooded her, Disturbing her once peaceful silence with what-ifs and new fears and reasons to be angry. staring at the Flower that swayed in the gentle wind in front of her. it was close to the water bed, so much so that if it rained the flower would drown. Ashen just simply stared, watching the flower dance in the wind. slowly her gaze turned to the water as she continued to rest her chin on her knees. a slightly distorted image of herself lay displayed upon a gently wobbly surface, showing ashen herself.
she started at it, seeing her short hair, cut unevenly. as she stared at her image anger began brewing in her body, starting like a knot in her stomach, rushing start to her cheeks as they reddened with anger. looking at both sides of her suddenly she picked up a rock and threw it at her image, making the water splash and completely destroy image. but slowly she stared again and as the water calmed, it showed her herself once more. still angry she grabbed another rock, then another then another and kept tossing them into the same area so her image was now replaced by rock.
'im sick of this, im sick of how I look, I wish nothing more then to change it! to be pretty like the other girls, instead im scared, and now disgraced. if the other feline kintu sees this mess...I would be stripped of my title...' she hissed at herself. the growl growing as she glared at the rocks. the wind blowing some of her hair into her face, only upset her more. her claw grew slightly as she began to pull and slice her hair more. wishing for nothing more then her mane to grow back instantly. even the red color she had was gone. back to her boring, ugly lavender she hated. after fighting with her hair, and frustrations she growled even louder as she sat herself cross legged and placed her hands on her temples. "calm down idiot! just breath" she scolded herself out loud. She truly felt at war with herself, she couldn't handle it. she just wanted quite, a chance to think. even her mind wasn't allowing her that.