Post by s l a w t e r ♋ on Feb 22, 2013 4:53:00 GMT
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| [atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/am5d95.png] When you didn't have a voice, life was hard. Some would say it was unbearable- I was one of the lucky ones who was granted with the strength to endure this burden, though. I couldn't quite decide whether this was a blessing or not, but I suppose it wouldn't effect who I was. Even though I could not speak, I accepted life as it is. I was stripped of a voice, of an opinion, of a word. That was the way it was. It's a sacrifice I was completely willing to make, though. It benefited my brother... Well, for the time being. The guilt still haunted me, of my brother's death. I did all I could, but in the end what was it worth...? No! I can't afford to think like that. It was worth hours of my brothers life, more than I could ever ask for in return. It was more than I could ever fathom of wanting back. And I can never regret what I did. It made me question, though, why my human would give me to another for inevitible death... I thought they were better than that. Maybe that's why they're all gone- Their sins were to great to be forgiven of? If there's a god out there, surely he wouldn't let us perish like we have. That's all I let my mind ponder today. I... Sort of had a task, purpose right now. Not really- But I had heard rumors of the beauty of the Glen. Green, calming, and with a small creek. It lived up to the rumors, to say in the least. It was breathtaking- I really enjoyed the pure sight. The spring grass below my paws was a sensation to remember, and I intended too. At the same time, it brought back a painful feeling of nonstaligia, that burned my heart. The entire world used to be like this, at some point. Then it was poluted. I remember, the farm my brother and I lived on. It was just like this... I had to let the feeling pass for now- I found the creek soon, and let myself marvel at it's beauty. I looked into the water, and saw my reflection; I would never say it aloud, but I had confidence in my appearance. It was my more innard traits I felt uncomfterable with. |
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