09-13-2017, 01:39 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
Where do I take this pain of mine?
The red wytch was not a warmonger. She never claimed to like fighting, nor did she boast about being good at it. She simply accepted that conflict was an unpleasant and unavoidable part of life. A required step in the circle of life, if you will. She couldn't lie though, confrontation excited her. She didn't seek out trouble, but it always seemed to find her. She didn't mind. Confrontation meant change, that the way things were was about to evolve. The Earth-Mother always had a plan. Jah-Lilah had gotten real comfortable and real familiar with the layout of Beqanna. She'd made a point to see all of this part of the Earth-Mother's back. Beqanna had shown her that she wanted more than a lover she didn't have to love. She's found Circinae, and then Canaan, and she desperately wanted to love both of them. More than anything in the world she wanted them. There would be time for love another day though, right now, Jah-Lilah was doing reconnaissance.
She meandered along the border of Loess carefully, placing each foot light and deliberately. She knew the way well, Loess was near both the river and Taiga, places my firefly knew like the feathers in her hair. Taiga. The former home of her lover. A deep-set frown graces the mare's pretty face as she remembers watching it fall. The Earth was scorched, drowning, all because two males had a spat. The old ruler...psht. He thought he couldn't fall, thought the crown could not be toppled. She had seen it more times than she could count. The white wolf had come, with his mess of a following. She snorted and shook her head, disgusted. She had spent nearly a month in mourning, so hard she felt the Earth-Mother's pain. That was done now, now she was angry.
She sought out something new now, something different. She wasn't sure what it was yet, but she had to find it. Her wanderlust was out in full force, and she only found relief in expelling her extra energy by traveling. Her sparks were not flying right now, the warm, inviting glow usually emitted from her pores dull. She wanted no attention, wanted no comfort, wanted no contact. She needed these emotions to boil, to fester. She stopped on a craggy outpost, shielded by trees and overlooking the kingdom. She exhales loudly, cocking a lazy hind leg and just watching, just waiting.
I run, but it stays right by my side.
The red wytch was not a warmonger. She never claimed to like fighting, nor did she boast about being good at it. She simply accepted that conflict was an unpleasant and unavoidable part of life. A required step in the circle of life, if you will. She couldn't lie though, confrontation excited her. She didn't seek out trouble, but it always seemed to find her. She didn't mind. Confrontation meant change, that the way things were was about to evolve. The Earth-Mother always had a plan. Jah-Lilah had gotten real comfortable and real familiar with the layout of Beqanna. She'd made a point to see all of this part of the Earth-Mother's back. Beqanna had shown her that she wanted more than a lover she didn't have to love. She's found Circinae, and then Canaan, and she desperately wanted to love both of them. More than anything in the world she wanted them. There would be time for love another day though, right now, Jah-Lilah was doing reconnaissance.
She meandered along the border of Loess carefully, placing each foot light and deliberately. She knew the way well, Loess was near both the river and Taiga, places my firefly knew like the feathers in her hair. Taiga. The former home of her lover. A deep-set frown graces the mare's pretty face as she remembers watching it fall. The Earth was scorched, drowning, all because two males had a spat. The old ruler...psht. He thought he couldn't fall, thought the crown could not be toppled. She had seen it more times than she could count. The white wolf had come, with his mess of a following. She snorted and shook her head, disgusted. She had spent nearly a month in mourning, so hard she felt the Earth-Mother's pain. That was done now, now she was angry.
She sought out something new now, something different. She wasn't sure what it was yet, but she had to find it. Her wanderlust was out in full force, and she only found relief in expelling her extra energy by traveling. Her sparks were not flying right now, the warm, inviting glow usually emitted from her pores dull. She wanted no attention, wanted no comfort, wanted no contact. She needed these emotions to boil, to fester. She stopped on a craggy outpost, shielded by trees and overlooking the kingdom. She exhales loudly, cocking a lazy hind leg and just watching, just waiting.
I run, but it stays right by my side.