Post by Steph on Jun 11, 2011 11:37:02 GMT -5
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“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.”
It was a new beginning; she was alone once more. In the beginning, she had been completely, undeniably alone. Her mother had died shortly after delivering young Kyrie, speaking faintly more than her name and a short goodbye. Fortunately, there was a herd near the place that marked her birth and her mother’s demise. They adopted her as their own and taught her to survive. However, they also encouraged her to leave when she was grown. At four years old, she was ready to leave. At first, she felt confident and free, ready to take on the world. But each day, she woke up wishing she were home. They were gone, and an overwhelming sense of loss pervaded much of her existence. Her loneliness was not derived from the absence of a tangible companion but the knowledge that she had no companions at all. When she was at home, she did not feel alone when no one was walking with her. Eventually she would reunite with her herd, so no matter the distance traveled that day, they would be her family once again. But now, her herd would not be here to save her or listen to her. She was truly alone, and the feeling was strange and terrifying. She could not remember the last time she was the new girl, and she questioned herself for leaving. What would happen once she found a new herd? She would not be considered family immediately, if ever.
She had been walking through the deep forests for a few days, hardly seeing the sun for much of her journey. The trees above made it dark for much longer during the day, but it was a much cooler journey than the sunlit path would have been. However, there was no one in the woods. Her only company had been some irritating squirrels that threw things at her as she passed and a few fawns that paid her little attention. For the past hour, she had noticed that the forest was less dense; she was either in the oldest, perhaps deepest, part of the forest of getting closer to a clearing. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Cedar. There was absolutely a meadow ahead. She accelerated to a light trot, anticipating the feeling of sunshine and the sweet smell of timothy grass. Suddenly, the sun broke from the cloud of canopy above, and she was standing at the edge of a meadow. She could not see anyone from her vantage, so she took several steps into the clearing. Hello? Her dulcet tones were hardly more than a whisper, but her presence alone would attract attention if anything was present. She looked around to each side of the meadow and saw nothing. She thought she should continue through the woods until she found a more populated area, but the scent of other mares that lingered in the air was more promising than the thick woods and the territorial squirrels. Maybe she would just wait for a few moments. Maybe she would enjoy the sun for just a little longer before plunging into the cool darkness of the forest.
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“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.”
It was a new beginning; she was alone once more. In the beginning, she had been completely, undeniably alone. Her mother had died shortly after delivering young Kyrie, speaking faintly more than her name and a short goodbye. Fortunately, there was a herd near the place that marked her birth and her mother’s demise. They adopted her as their own and taught her to survive. However, they also encouraged her to leave when she was grown. At four years old, she was ready to leave. At first, she felt confident and free, ready to take on the world. But each day, she woke up wishing she were home. They were gone, and an overwhelming sense of loss pervaded much of her existence. Her loneliness was not derived from the absence of a tangible companion but the knowledge that she had no companions at all. When she was at home, she did not feel alone when no one was walking with her. Eventually she would reunite with her herd, so no matter the distance traveled that day, they would be her family once again. But now, her herd would not be here to save her or listen to her. She was truly alone, and the feeling was strange and terrifying. She could not remember the last time she was the new girl, and she questioned herself for leaving. What would happen once she found a new herd? She would not be considered family immediately, if ever.
She had been walking through the deep forests for a few days, hardly seeing the sun for much of her journey. The trees above made it dark for much longer during the day, but it was a much cooler journey than the sunlit path would have been. However, there was no one in the woods. Her only company had been some irritating squirrels that threw things at her as she passed and a few fawns that paid her little attention. For the past hour, she had noticed that the forest was less dense; she was either in the oldest, perhaps deepest, part of the forest of getting closer to a clearing. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Cedar. There was absolutely a meadow ahead. She accelerated to a light trot, anticipating the feeling of sunshine and the sweet smell of timothy grass. Suddenly, the sun broke from the cloud of canopy above, and she was standing at the edge of a meadow. She could not see anyone from her vantage, so she took several steps into the clearing. Hello? Her dulcet tones were hardly more than a whisper, but her presence alone would attract attention if anything was present. She looked around to each side of the meadow and saw nothing. She thought she should continue through the woods until she found a more populated area, but the scent of other mares that lingered in the air was more promising than the thick woods and the territorial squirrels. Maybe she would just wait for a few moments. Maybe she would enjoy the sun for just a little longer before plunging into the cool darkness of the forest.
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