by MillietheWarrior » 05/19/2009 2:46 PM
((Still Goin’ strong...ish. ^^ -Pats Skystar- I feel your pain, hunny...))
Perhaps she'd become a wraith. Waste away, and haunt this temple forever. It almost seemed a very real possibility.
Skystar sat idly against a large, crumbling statue. It was of a Hunter, but the crystals jutting from it's body had been broken, and half of it's face was missing. She looked up at it, and her eyes narrowed as she suddenly wished she could rid it of the rest of it’s face. But she was too small and useless. “Curse you,” she mumbled under her breath. “Why won’t you answer me? Why won’t anybody answer me?” She felt a solitary tear trickle down her cheek as she stood on shaky paws. “I’ve waited for so long...For so very long...Do you even know I’m here?” She stumbled slightly, and her anger made her light-headed. She wanted to pound the statue, to break it into a million pieces. She wanted to leave, to see sunlight again. her eyes glowed a sickly green as her body began to shift unknowingly. She wanted to run through the forest, swim in her beloved lakes. She wanted to see her family again, and to meet all the new pets at the menagerie.
Slowly, her paws began to elongate, growing into pale, almost white limbs. Her back legs began to grow, and her body twisted and writhed as she grew taller, slimmer, and more human. She looked down at herself, astonished. Two tails swayed behind her lithe form, and there were a pair of fuzzy ears atop her head. With a slight gasp, she stumbled against the statue, holding onto it for support. “What have...What have I become?” she whispered, fear and horror seeping into her voice. “I’m...I’m human...” She shook her head, as if trying to deny it. She glanced down at her body, suddenly very cold without her fur. She glanced about for something to use as clothing, but found only an old, tattered blanket. She wrapped it around herself. “But why...How? I don’t...I don’t want this!” She stared hard at the Hunter statue she was holding onto, her glowing green gaze riveted on it’s features. “I am so tired...So tired of waiting for you,” she murmured.
“If you ever find me...Hunter, I will offer you my life. Perhaps then, I will find some peace.” Perhaps, but perhaps not. Should she truly offer her life, she would become only a ghost of what she had been, a true wraith, a haunted, broken-hearted creature doomed to immortality in a very mortal world. She would be bound to the Hunter, bound to him and to the world for the rest of her silent, cold existence. She collapsed against the statue, falling to the base where she curled her arms around her legs. She couldn’t shift back into a Kuhna again. She didn’t even know how she’d turned human. She could not be who or what she once was. She was so alone now...The tears finally flowed freely as he cried for what she had lost, and what she knew she might never gain.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
A great adventure! +Imp. Documents+ +Menagerie+ +Wishlist+ +Journal+