02-04-2016, 09:13 PM
I am blue today. I feel blue today. The color has blotted out my usual vibrantly green coat, like an inkblot that bleeds slowly out from the center of my back and drips down across my ribs and seeps into my legs. It’s a dark blue, midnight I think, nearly black. I like the color, like how it’s not enough to make me stand out, yet still enough to hint at the fact that I’m different. Something still feels … off. So I think, and then I smile, and my mane and tail drain pigment until they’re a silvery grey. “There,” I think, “I’ve got it right.”
Mother would curl her lips ever so slightly downwards and exhale. She thinks my gift is wasted by my vanity, but I cannot help who I am, and I cannot help that she is plain and boring and always so sickeningly green. Besides, Lupei is her star and a powerful one at that, so she doesn’t need to bother herself with me anymore. He has death on his tongue and enough offspring to satisfy her lust for domination so what more could she ask for? She wanted me to be strong-willed, a master deceiver and a siren at that, but I’m more content with wearing bold spots and standing out. She gave me her iron will and I developed my own sharp tongue, so it’s her fault that I’ve grown away from our little oddball family.
Besides, she’s not even honest with herself majority of the time.
I know what she hides, deep in her heart. I remember seeing her with the fissured mare, the way her eyes longingly danced over the broken skin and how they deftly touched each other when I was a child. Perhaps she thought that maybe I too would inherit her strange affinity for the same sex, but I turned out quite the opposite. I’m sensual, and it’s obvious in my demeanor. I step without hesitation, and I’ve been graced with a classical sense of beauty from my unknown ancestors. I thrive on attention, and that’s why I’m here - basking in the newness of spring and reveling in the seclusion of the forest, so much like my home yet so different.
I see a co-mingling here, and my eyes bob over the throng. I could insert myself easily, but instead I wait, wondering if there is someone who could occupy my time in other ways.
Mother would curl her lips ever so slightly downwards and exhale. She thinks my gift is wasted by my vanity, but I cannot help who I am, and I cannot help that she is plain and boring and always so sickeningly green. Besides, Lupei is her star and a powerful one at that, so she doesn’t need to bother herself with me anymore. He has death on his tongue and enough offspring to satisfy her lust for domination so what more could she ask for? She wanted me to be strong-willed, a master deceiver and a siren at that, but I’m more content with wearing bold spots and standing out. She gave me her iron will and I developed my own sharp tongue, so it’s her fault that I’ve grown away from our little oddball family.
Besides, she’s not even honest with herself majority of the time.
I know what she hides, deep in her heart. I remember seeing her with the fissured mare, the way her eyes longingly danced over the broken skin and how they deftly touched each other when I was a child. Perhaps she thought that maybe I too would inherit her strange affinity for the same sex, but I turned out quite the opposite. I’m sensual, and it’s obvious in my demeanor. I step without hesitation, and I’ve been graced with a classical sense of beauty from my unknown ancestors. I thrive on attention, and that’s why I’m here - basking in the newness of spring and reveling in the seclusion of the forest, so much like my home yet so different.
I see a co-mingling here, and my eyes bob over the throng. I could insert myself easily, but instead I wait, wondering if there is someone who could occupy my time in other ways.
DACIA