The Huntress
Nov. 15th, 2002 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
She weaved through the trees, swiftly, silently. Her breath clouded infront of her in the cool evening air, and her fur glistened with the dew. The sights and sounds of the forest invigorated her, and she caught the scent of her prey. The beast fled, and she gave chase, her muscles singing. A touch on her hand brought her back to the present, back to the gray audience chamber lined with guards. Back to the cushioned throne and the creme-colored dress. Back to the stuffy courtiers and the grovelling peasents. And back to him. Her ears went flat against her head and her muscles tensed. She resisted the urge to unsheathe her claws. With a sidelong glance at her, he nodded to the Chamberlain, who then announced their departure. They left, flanked by guards, through the back hallway. "You are tense." He said as they walked. "You have imprisoned me," she answered, staring straight ahead. "I have been caged." "Hardly," he responded offhandedly. "I have given you everything. Any girl would wish to be what you have become." "You have made me something I am not!" "I have made you mine." Their footsteps rang hollow. |
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Date: 2002-11-15 08:26 pm (UTC)It's awesome!
I sososososo wish I could write like that.
nice job
Date: 2002-11-16 06:09 pm (UTC)*biiimu*
Date: 2002-11-16 06:28 pm (UTC)Well, I suppose maybe it could be.
I certainly never fancied myself much of a poet...
Definately glad you enjoyed it.