07-19-2015, 09:40 PM
and i whisper, are you listening? liquid concrete under our feet The fogginess in her eyes, it’s like looking into a mirror. The uncertain expression on her face a reflection on her own. The days had stretched, she had lost track of how long she had been gone. She couldn’t tell you where she had been either. Around? Here… There. Surely she had existed all those years for here she stands in flesh and blood. It was almost as if the world had gone on pause and then one day just continued as if nothing had happened. Yet so much had happened. Everything was different and yet the same and it was overwhelming. Just entirely overwhelming. It seemed it had been a mistake to travel back into the heated mist of vines and overgrowth. It had been empty, not a single face to express curiosity, welcome, or protectiveness. It had frightened her and not much frightened her. If the jungle would not have her back… Then where would she go? Where else would the jaguar lady possibly fit in when everything in her and everything she was mad of screamed she belonged to the Amazons. How can you return home if there’s no home to return too? Back to the meadow, the only other resemblance of home she had. Standing alone, a lost kitten with no microchip or collar to guide it back to where it should be. Even worse, no owner looking for her and wondering where she could possibly be. Such a far cry from the confident fierce warrior she had once been. Could still be if she could just find her footing. Golden eyes search the older mare before her and she grabs hold to the hope that just maybe… She’s not the only confused outcast in this place. ”Have you lost your way?” The question isn’t spoken with concern or with a need to help. It’s a question laced in hopefulness the way a kid would ask… Are you my mom? Are you lost too? The Jaguar of Fire & Brimstone |