Post by Feather on Mar 15, 2008 19:07:39 GMT -5
{wat? i is no hur. u nevr seen mi hur. >>}
For once. . Amoux could just be free. There were no overseers looking over his shoulder every moment. There was no responsibilty. Nothing was keeping him for being, well, him. He could just sink away into dreams, instead of being too overtaken by reality to wake up and realize this wasn't him.
Finally, no judgement would be taken. No nuts would be throw in his face. He could escape from here, his hell, and live in sanity.
Or more like insanity.
He bounded across the snow, his paws sinking into the flawless landscape. His body lay low, giving full stride into his bounds. The icey snow grazed his stomach, sending a chill of mixed feelings up his spine; joy, and adrinaline.
With the alien emotions enthralling him, his pace picked up. Him streaking through the snow was weird. What was even stranger, was there was no purpose. Stranger yet, he was miles, miles away from Percilum.
He took a sharp turn, feeling the ground rush closer to him. It was almost like he was running sideways. The snow sunk under his feet, skidding him across the layers of snow, sending him deeper and deeper. At the same time, his still pumping momentum kept him defying gravity, and racing across the snow.
Amoux leapt into the air after recovering from his little stunt. The air raced across his chest, and was sent streamlining down his sides. A yelp of happiness broke the serene silence, followed by his weight being sent back to earth with a quiet crunch.
There he stood, a breathless and exhilerated smile beaming on his face. With a genuine look of belonging.
Here, in the tundra. Away from humanity, and creatures alike. Away from anyone to judge him.
For once. . Amoux could just be free. There were no overseers looking over his shoulder every moment. There was no responsibilty. Nothing was keeping him for being, well, him. He could just sink away into dreams, instead of being too overtaken by reality to wake up and realize this wasn't him.
Finally, no judgement would be taken. No nuts would be throw in his face. He could escape from here, his hell, and live in sanity.
Or more like insanity.
He bounded across the snow, his paws sinking into the flawless landscape. His body lay low, giving full stride into his bounds. The icey snow grazed his stomach, sending a chill of mixed feelings up his spine; joy, and adrinaline.
With the alien emotions enthralling him, his pace picked up. Him streaking through the snow was weird. What was even stranger, was there was no purpose. Stranger yet, he was miles, miles away from Percilum.
He took a sharp turn, feeling the ground rush closer to him. It was almost like he was running sideways. The snow sunk under his feet, skidding him across the layers of snow, sending him deeper and deeper. At the same time, his still pumping momentum kept him defying gravity, and racing across the snow.
Amoux leapt into the air after recovering from his little stunt. The air raced across his chest, and was sent streamlining down his sides. A yelp of happiness broke the serene silence, followed by his weight being sent back to earth with a quiet crunch.
There he stood, a breathless and exhilerated smile beaming on his face. With a genuine look of belonging.
Here, in the tundra. Away from humanity, and creatures alike. Away from anyone to judge him.