Post by [ B a d . F a i t h ] on Oct 2, 2005 15:48:31 GMT -5
OOC: YAY! Fun! I love Shatteredhope on this site. On StarClan’s Claws she’s all nice and such. But here she’s all dark and depressing and brooding. This Shatteredhope is much funner.
[ S h a t t e r e d . H o p e s ]
[/color][/size]The sun was setting low behind the trees, and it was growing chilly. Even though you could still officially call it summer, the lingering scents of autumn was on the way. You could smell it in the wind, and see it in the dark clouds that flitted over the sun every once in a while. The wind had a cold edge to it, overcoming the warm breeze that floated lazily. Sometimes it cut through your quickly, sending shivers down your spine as goose bumps ran up and down your skin under your pelt, the fur prickling and bristling from the sudden chill. The stars twinkled over head, bright and flashing, looking happy as ever. But not everyone was so happy. Not everyone had the same dazzling white smile like the moon shimmering behind a silvery cloud. The dark-silver she-cat was like a pure shadow in the gold and pink and purple hues that the setting sun emitted. She was a part of, and yet still incredibly separate, from all of her surroundings, even her body. Her eyes held a glimmer of hope and spark. Of life and faith that things would come out right and that she would find that special someone and that her life wouldn’t wind up like her fellows.
But then again, in the depths of their ash-gray with the blue tint, laid a distinct coldness. Distance and displacement etching a painting in the swirling orbs. It would not happen. It was not allowed. Her ears lay flat against her head as she stared off hard, stared off hard into the nothingness that existed around her. A flicker of something off to her left caught her attention, even if she only acknoledged it by a quick glance at the corner and side of her eye, focusing all energy on that point. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the figure, knowing that it was not of this world. It was what she longed fur and yet hated. Picking herself up from her position of casually lying around, she arched her back, hissing, long, silky fur ruffling up like a pure silver-gray cloud.
“Why have you come?” her soft, yet harsh, voice snarled in a whisper. The figure blinked at her, and she wondered why it wasn’t speaking to her. She was a MedicineCat, so spirits visiting wasn’t so uncommon in her line of work. But when they came and yet ignored her, she knew that they had other plans. Either that, or this ghost was just the type to have to be noticed before they would even think of speaking to the persona that they were trying to communicate with. The dark, slinking form just blinked at her from behind yellow phosphorescent eyes, body curling amidst the darkness that consumed it. “Speak now, before I send you back.” She hissed again, eyes flashing with her threat. The darkness glided toward her, whirling around her as the deep, throaty voice entered her mind. Don’t trust the shadows, no matter how familiar they be. Her eyes narrowed, and she asked with her mind. ‘Why?!’ The shadows haunt and torment and torture.
Almost at once, the shape vanished from it’s place, ringing her body in a dark, silent smoke and another gust of wind knocked even that remaining bits away. At once her head turned from left to right, her worry not yet extinguished, eyes searching the shadows that the setting sun cast. “And so it begins...”