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Post by Roslyn on Dec 20, 2010 15:50:59 GMT -5
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“You’re worthless, Atara. You’re nothing but a waste of space!” Her mother’s spiteful voice rang through her skull, driving the female to cower under an invisible force. “No…” Atara disagreed weakly, willing the voice of her hateful mother to leave her be. There wasn’t a day since she’d left her mother that that hateful voice hadn’t tormented her, put her down. She’d never been able to escape the torment, even after she’d left her mother miles behind. “Yes you are! And you know it! WORTHLESS! SCUM! That’s all you are, and you know it…”
Atara snarled, a fierce “NO!” escaping her as she shook her head and bared her teeth at the voice in her head. “I’m better than that. Better than you. Get out of my head!” Atara shouted, dashing off as if trying to flee from her tormentor. Strange thing was, it worked. Her mother’s voice became silent, but that didn’t stop the maned wolf from running…fleeing from something she truly couldn’t run from. Her long stride ate up the distance, and only did she stop running when she’d nearly exhausted herself. Had she been in her right mind, she may have stopped and enjoyed the beauty of the little meadow she emerged in.
Her gait slowed as she mentally examined her mind, searching for the voice that tormented her so. Gone. At least for the moment. She wouldn’t have been able to hear that voice over her own heavy breathing even if it was there. Toppling over onto her side, she barely registered the cold snow against her heated body. Though she lay perfectly still-except for her heaving sides- her eyes studied the area before her. The snow was almost blinding, the sun causing it to glitter like a field of diamonds. Grunting, she shut her eyes against the glare, still waiting for her heart and lungs to lower back to their normal rate.
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Notes; Poor poor Tara has some issues. x]
Not the best post, but she's a completely new character. I'll get used to her soon...I hope. :]
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Mama
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I'll take your apathy
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Post by Mama on Dec 20, 2010 17:14:55 GMT -5
The warmth of sunshine was sacred in winter. Heaven's light, bright gold and stark white, blended with her fur as she tromped merrily through the cold breezes. Her head was held high. Her thick mane pounced along to her trot. She looked like a little sun herself, being bright and yellow as she was.
She paused in her merriment, posing like a startled hound. Nysa's tail raised up and her wide eyes looked around. She had heard a snarl, she was sure of it. She couldn't see very far in the wild grass, but she could hear well enough. So, unless she was losing her sanity, she was certain she heard a growl.
She turned to the direction she thought she heard the voice from. Now, it seemed, she heard running. Nysa wasn't entirely sure she wanted to move towards the sound, just in case it was a fight. She didn't like fighting if she could help it, but very rarely could she help it.
The noise finally stopped. Nysa tromped through the frostbitten grass until she came to thicker snow. There, she saw something large and orange.
"Are you hurt?" Straight forward as always was the she-wolf. She tilted her head quizzically. This female, by the smell, looked odd for a wolf, but she was too big to be anything else. Never in her life had Nysa seen something with such long legs. She looked comical, actually.
All in all, though, Nysa rather liked her. She was pretty, to say the least, and she wasn't bloody, so she didn't look like a rowdy lady.
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Post by Roslyn on Dec 20, 2010 18:01:08 GMT -5
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Atara heaved a sigh as her breathing and heart rate lowered to normal, her eyes keeping shut against the glare the sun created off of the snow. It was peaceful now, quiet in her mind, and allowed herself to relax under the gently warm rays that shone down on her slim body. It was a strange sensation; the snow underneath her chilling one side, while the yellow globe in the sky warmed the other. It was almost too quiet now, but she didn’t let herself think about. She didn’t want to think. Thinking brought back memories of her mother, and that triggered her little episodes.
Grunting, she attempted to shut her mind down, to just enjoy the silence as she laid there in the snow, orange coat standing out brightly against the white blanket beneath her.
“Are you hurt?” The voice came out of thin air, it seemed, and Atara’s body jerked in surprise. This was a voice she didn’t recognize which relieved her and perturbed at the same time. Grunting, Tara opened one eye –the one not nearly buried in the snow- and gazed at the creature that had happened upon her. “’M fine.” Tara stated, not bothering to sit up, nor introduce herself. Instead, she simply re-closed her eye and willed the other away. This female would probably flee if Atara allowed her into her mind; show her how “fine” she really was. Of course, what did Tara know? Maybe this one was just as broken as she.
She was almost tempted to peek again, just to see if the female was still near. With Atara being less than welcoming, who would want to stick around? That’s what she always told herself; act cold. Be rude, be a bitch and no one will want to be around you. So that was her goal whenever someone approached her; Drive them away. Protect yourself. If you don’t let anyone close, they can’t hurt you.
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