Post by felice on Nov 14, 2012 15:54:46 GMT -5
Painted wings, wolves flying.. All of it seemed to be a fairytale. Well in this world.. Fairy tales were true. Wolves had powers, certain ones could control their color and others had horns atop their head. Others had wings, like the fae who was sitting on the beach. Currently her wings were drooping to her sides, lying limply on the sand at her dainty paws. Her eyes were set on the horizon, with an empty, listless look to her eyes. Any animal who knew depression knew the look well. Sadness, loneliness. Everything that went with it.. She was fighting it off as best she could, but she had little to be happy about. For heavens sake her original name had been Demon. Just because she had wings and her father had been a horrid beast. She was.. absolutely.. a mistake.
A mistake. She shuddered just thinking about it. Her very existence was because some brute wanted her mothers body for a moment, no matter what the cost. Then leave her to die. What the brute had not known, and probably would never know, was that she became pregnant. All her siblings were stillborn but her... She was chubby yet half dead at birth. Her mother only gave her milk and a place to rest her head until she was weaned.
When at last she had left as a teenager, she had had a weird vision, most of which she couldn't remember except that she should call herself Felice now. She sighed as she came out of the memories, bowing her head. She opened her wings, lifting herself off the ground just by a few inches and skimming over the water, one paw sifting through the waves as she hovered over the oceans depths. She flew higher, then dove to practice her landings... Yet it didn't go well.
Circling back, she landed in a heap in the sand, after tumbling several feet.. The rocks in the sand had cut up her paws and legs, she whimpered in pain at the cuts and sighed once more, laying there a moment, before slowly rising. If only she could find some sort of comfort, some sort of friend.. She would probably never find more then that, but she could hope.. She could hope.
A mistake. She shuddered just thinking about it. Her very existence was because some brute wanted her mothers body for a moment, no matter what the cost. Then leave her to die. What the brute had not known, and probably would never know, was that she became pregnant. All her siblings were stillborn but her... She was chubby yet half dead at birth. Her mother only gave her milk and a place to rest her head until she was weaned.
When at last she had left as a teenager, she had had a weird vision, most of which she couldn't remember except that she should call herself Felice now. She sighed as she came out of the memories, bowing her head. She opened her wings, lifting herself off the ground just by a few inches and skimming over the water, one paw sifting through the waves as she hovered over the oceans depths. She flew higher, then dove to practice her landings... Yet it didn't go well.
Circling back, she landed in a heap in the sand, after tumbling several feet.. The rocks in the sand had cut up her paws and legs, she whimpered in pain at the cuts and sighed once more, laying there a moment, before slowly rising. If only she could find some sort of comfort, some sort of friend.. She would probably never find more then that, but she could hope.. She could hope.