11-02-2017, 01:29 PM
I love the way you rake my skin, I feel the hate you place inside.
Femur never gave much thought to appearing or disappearing.She never had a real reason to want to disappear, she just liked to because she could. One moment, she was there and the next, she wasn’t! Of course, there was always a thin watery vague outline to her if one looked hard enough. Nor could sunlight or shadows pass through her, so those were often telltale signs that one like her might be lurking about. But truth be told, Femur took immense delight in scaring the bejesus out of those that did not suspect a fanged invisible mare to be there.
If she ever received looks of disgust, curled upper lips in disdain, or mares crowding their foals closer; than it was because Femur had just given them one hell of a shock by seeming to appear out of thin air. She shrugged their looks off, sneered back at them, and played the wolf to their lovely little lamb-like babies. Frightening them was far too easy and it became her favorite game, especially when played in the woods of the unusually dark Forest. That had become her favorite haunt for the longest time. Now she blinks in and out of the thick hot air surrounding the volcano that guards its islands. She spends more time being visible there, just because.
Femur could not guess at what it is must be like to wish one’s self to disappear, since she gave it no thought. Could not imagine the hardships that this mare has had to endure. From the looks of her though, she seems far more durable than her gimp leg suggests and Femur likes that about her. It is something that she can spot immediately with her black eyes as they flick over her time and time again. Others might think her just a pretty face until they get to the malformed leg, then they might begin to pity her and pass her by, thinking her unfit for their plans. Femur though, has other considerations and was never one to look a gift-horse in the mouth so to speak.
She can see that she gave the girl a bit of a start but makes no apology for it. Femur certainly lacks a shred of common decency; she was not the kind to be spout all poetic and philosophical about life. “They have no right to stare though,” she remarks offhandedly, throwing a dark look towards those that continue to look their way and gape open-mouthed at the pair of them. “They really have nothing better to do, do they?” as she says it, she realizes it was more of a thought spoken aloud that should not have been. Too late to take it back though, and she blazes on ahead.
“Hm, well… that’s a shame. They’ll never know what they’re missing out on.” she turns her dark gaze from them back to the mare. “Do you typically have to seek someone out? That hardly seems fair…” Femur can tell the girl is rather astute despite the leg and whatever other ailments might be more than just skin deep; she can feel her looking her over, forming an opinion and perhaps even growing curious as to why she is there. Yes, why are you here Femur? Good question! She smiles, cannot help the fangs that kind of ruin the friendliness of her look. Not that Femur has ever been all that friendly before.
“If you don’t mind me saying, you look as though you’re in need of some place other than here. I think I can offer you that if you’re interested. It’s better than staying here, with them.” She jerks her head towards those that slowly start to lower their heads to graze, content to leave well enough alone with their stupid judgmental stares.
Femur