there is no where to run . May 7, 2011 17:42:58 GMT -6
Post by leira on May 7, 2011 17:42:58 GMT -6
a l y c e ; ;
A bird twittered lightly in the distance, it's music sweet to the ears, yet far off, as if teasing one of where decent shade and rest would be found. A tree, perhaps, to shelter from the glowing ball of fire in the sky, and the protect from the gathering clouds in the west. The mare was giddy, despite the humidity the predicted a coming rain, and that the sweltering heat had yet to release it's hold around her throat. A line of sweat trickled it's way down her back, and she shivered, her thick mane moving in sync with her own movements. It was oddly quiet, other than that lonely bird somewhere out there, singing it's precious little heart out.
It had been a long time since she had seen another equine, and loneliness struck her heart and wedged itself in the middle of all of her thoughts. It made itself apparent, and made her wallow in self-pity, longing for company. She would find that bird, singing off in the distance, and hold a conversation with it. Him or her, she wanted to hear her name drip off her own tongue in a soft tone, without talking to herself. Talking to yourself meant craziness, and craziness would only lead to mild disasters and hallucinations. The beautiful bay would never allow herself to sink so low.
Alyce. Her name was Alyce. And when she met someone, she would finally said, "Hello there, my name is Alyce. And who are you?" The words had been so finely practiced, and she patiently awaited the moment to use them. Had loneliness driven her to this point of... insanity? Or was this sanity, this awkward, lonely state? This part of life left her to muse in silence, the only sounds she usually heard was the soft plodding sound of her own hooves. She was tired of being alone. Alyce was going to finally, finally! seek out someone else.
She lifted her head to the sky, eyes briefly connecting with the sun, and then kicked out her legs, hooves aiming towards the bright light, as if she could knock it out of the sky. She had once traveled by night and slept by day, but no one would ever speak to her under the moon, they all were sleeping calmly wherever they had hidden themselves. Of course, the sun shone, but rainclouds had gathered in massive forces, like an army coming to destroy the sun's white, fluffy clouds. Alyce's brown eyes flickered around with boredom, and she finally brought herself back to the ground, tossing her head, and then charging full speed ahead.
Hooves pounded mercilessly against the soft grass, kicking up them and large amounts of dirt. Alyce loved the feeling of her muscles straining to move faster and swifter, to tear up the ground and to fly forward, to feel as if her hooves never touched the ground. At these times, she truly wondered if she grew wings and they propelled her forward at impossible speeds, but of course, she was not that fast of a runner. Her heart was already pounding inside her chest, and her nostrils flared at an attempt to bring in more air. She was more of a short distance runner, and never had the need to try and expand her courses. The shorter the moments of galloping were, the more pleasure they brought to her.
Alyce slowed down to a canter, her dark brown mane and tail catching the light and making it look black in some places, and redder in others. Her eyes glowed with wicked delight, and she felt alive and happy for the first time in a while. Sweat dripped down her coat and made her sparkle in some places, and her sides heaved with the effort she had put out. Sure, she hadn't ran too far, but then again, she hadn't actually ran in forever. Her movements turned to a fluid trot, and she stretched out her thin and delicately muscled legs, letting them relax, and then stopped moving completely, closing her eyes. She loved running. It took her mind off so many things.
Pawing at the grass, eager for another run, her eyes traced back to the clouds. Spring showers, of course, was what was bringing on this random storms, but she did not appreciate it. With the humidity so high, she felt as if the short run had brought another brutal wave of heat upon herself. If the rain wasn't warm, she'd probably welcome it happily. She hadn't played in the rain since she was a young filly, and now, if no judgmental eyes sought her out, she would do it today. Or tonight. Whenever the rainfall approached.
Alyce flared her nostrils, taking in the fresh scent of rain, and the sweet smell of grass. She often found herself loathing the grass, as it was everywhere and in every point of view, along with those sickening hills, but it was lush, and tasted good on her tongue. She couldn't really complain. Ducking her head to nibble on a few blades, she kept a watchful eye out. Maybe a bold, charming stallion would meet her out here, surprised by her appearance! or maybe a shy, kind little mare who was lost and needed direction. Perhaps it was a arrogant, hate-filled colt who had escaped his herd, and now was frenzied for blood! Oh, the thoughts. The horror of someone unkind meeting her made her freeze for a second, but she relaxed a moment later.
She bet that if a quiet, grumbly stallion met her, he would not be able to keep that status. He would have to break into a smile, for he must have not seem someone in a long time either. And she would say her rehearsed words to him, and brilliant grin spreading across her lips, and a welcome look in her eye. If, that is, she ever found someone.
The bird who had once brought music to the air had fallen long silent, maybe during the extent of her run? She craned a head in the direction the sounds had once came from, but there was only the whispering of a storm in her ear. Glancing irritably at the approaching grey clouds, she sighed. How could she outrun another storm? Later in the week, she had been chased after by several storms, and tried to be pleasant about it, but it was not great to be on top of a hill during a thunderstorm, and there was no shelter to seek. Just an overhang was all she could plead for.
Musing to herself silently, she questioned her sanity. If she called out for someone, and no one replied, would that be considered talking to herself? She prayed it wouldn't, she was just so lonely and longed desperately for someone to answer her quiet tones. Shuffling a bit, she thought out what she would say. Would she call out a kind hello into the humid air? Or would she ask how someone was? Maybe, question if they knew where the closet herd was? Her ear twitched and she raised her head, jaw slacking open as she thought out a sane sentence to ask the air.
"Hello? Is anyone in this area?"
Nothing but a rumble of thunder answered her. The childish feeling of helplessness arose inside of her and she felt like weeping. Distressed, she called out again, this time in a louder voice, "How do you do today, sir? How are you doing, madam? Do you know where I could find someone..?" Alyce paused, cocked her head, and then cried out, "Oh please, don't let me sulk in my loneliness anymore! If you are ever so kind, please come and accompany me! Just for a little while, please!"
Sniffling at the grass, she flinched as the rain fell on her back, loud and warm. The sun still shone, and she scowled at it, for being so happy and bright while the grey clouds attacked it's blue skies. Lowering her head, trying to flick her sodden tail, she closed her eyes and hoped someone would appear. Some kind soul who would lead her to shelter, right? All she could really ask for was a friend.
Where was everyone?
words: 1,394 words! the longest I've written in a while. someone reply? please? (: while the muse is still burning?
notes: alyce, for whoever! muse muse muse is happy!