11-02-2015, 06:01 PM
Her childhood was gone, slipping away from her before she could grasp it tightly enough to keep. Sarkis had been robbed of joy the last few years, sinking into a deep depression that caused her to flee into the Jungle depths, away from all the others. Everything had grown so dark, so jaded in that time and she had almost lost herself to it. Almost.
Had it not been for the Jungle spirit she would have lost that fight. Truth is, Sarkis was no fighter, she was far too soft, too kind for such things. She had started to forget how beautiful she once found the world, how full of possibilities she had thought life was. She had for a while lost her sense of wonder. She had started to identify with being a has-been, a former Jungle Princess, and she had lost her parents. Everything had been ripped away from her so very quickly, and with a harsh abruptness she did not know was possible.
Sarkis sighed softly as she stepped out into the mid-afternoon sun. The light played shadows of dapples through the trees onto her roan backside. She smiled, if only just, at the feline spirit creature as it purred softly and slipped into the ferns. There was no question that she would visit with it again, the weight that bore down on her lifted and dissipated into the foliage with jaguar. A laugh blossomed from her parted lips for the first time in forever, and it brought with it the soft calls of a macaw. They filled the small clearing with a chorus of sound until her face simply hurt from smiling so brightly. Maybe all was not lost.
A familiar path finds it's way beneath her and though she did not know where she was going, she was not concerned with her destination. She simply wished to soak the Jungle in, to let it fill her the way it had when she was little.
Had it not been for the Jungle spirit she would have lost that fight. Truth is, Sarkis was no fighter, she was far too soft, too kind for such things. She had started to forget how beautiful she once found the world, how full of possibilities she had thought life was. She had for a while lost her sense of wonder. She had started to identify with being a has-been, a former Jungle Princess, and she had lost her parents. Everything had been ripped away from her so very quickly, and with a harsh abruptness she did not know was possible.
Sarkis sighed softly as she stepped out into the mid-afternoon sun. The light played shadows of dapples through the trees onto her roan backside. She smiled, if only just, at the feline spirit creature as it purred softly and slipped into the ferns. There was no question that she would visit with it again, the weight that bore down on her lifted and dissipated into the foliage with jaguar. A laugh blossomed from her parted lips for the first time in forever, and it brought with it the soft calls of a macaw. They filled the small clearing with a chorus of sound until her face simply hurt from smiling so brightly. Maybe all was not lost.
A familiar path finds it's way beneath her and though she did not know where she was going, she was not concerned with her destination. She simply wished to soak the Jungle in, to let it fill her the way it had when she was little.