Post by gordyluv ♥'s you! on Nov 6, 2009 12:36:00 GMT 10
[/size]Her breath... was she really still breathing? Her voice always seemed so... violent. Like it wanted to kill her... But in this land, so far it had subsided, leaving her a moments peace after everything she had been through in the last seven years. She wondered if there was anything more aggravating than having no place to go, to be alone, to think.I step towards the border, I know them all well. I am always careful as I roam, for I know the troubles of being the smaller in a fight. No less violent is a large mare than a large stallion, though a stallion may be a little stronger. I have never set foot in this land, though I have heard talk of its greatness, for it is involved not in the wars of the dark and light, but more in the protection of all that they stand against. Or so I've heard. But who knows what lies are rearing their ugly heads in these lands now? Not only is it unbearable to witness, it is horrible to have comments that do not belong to you floating around in your head. Comments that don't belong to you.
"Don't be foolish. You are no less angry with this world than I am, for I am you, or perhaps more accurately, a depiction of you."
I sigh, ignoring the urge to yell at the familiar voice. For some reason I have thought since it arrived that it would somehow just pick up and leave if I simply ignore its presence. No dice, it hasn't worked in, how long has it been? Yes, seven years, more or less. It seems unfair that someone should have to endure the kind of torture that comes with an extra voice speaking within your head. It seems even more unfair that it should happen to me, but I am biased on the subject.
She watches everything going on around her, which, in all honesty, wasn't much. She spotted a well, spotted horse nearby, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary about him, and moved her gaze. She explored the land as much with her eyes as her current position would allow, then stepped forward. Was this land populated at all, or was it a barren wasteland filled with things that used to be? She hoped that she hadn't jinxed the survival of yet another place by being present, but her past experiences made her doubt that it wasn't her fault. She seemed to be bad luck, and on many accounts, this had proven true, for herself and others. Her voice spoke again.
"It just goes to show you. The effect of one fool on the world can be greater than the effect of a thousand geniuses."
She held back a pretty darn bad swear in her attempt to ignore the voice to death, but it slipped out and every cuss in her vocabulary slipped out in a stream of profanities that would be questioned by even a foreign passerby.I sigh yet again. Apparently my efforts have been doing nothing but amuse my "inner self", for all it does is laugh, and repeat the words I have just spoken. not that I care, I've never been one to care about politeness or courtesy, but it would be nice if I didn't have to unwillingly dis myself. I'm crazy, I'll admit. I wish I could say I was a believer in the "the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one" theory, but that never seemed to work. It implies that all problems can be solved, and they simply can't. I've been working for over seven eighths of my life to get rid of what haunts me thanks to that faithful day guarding my kin. No, I don't regret all the times I had saved others, but I couldn't save them, which was all that really mattered.
"I wish I could say the same, but I do regret the saving of others, if you hadn't yet noticed, I am a bit more chaotic than you, my dear."
I ignore the voice, but give up swiftly.
"I will not cater to the needs of my self conscience, which somehow ended up being a vicious slob on the topic of goodness, in order to make it happy! At least if you are miserable I have some chance of making you leave me alone!" Oops. That wasn't supposed to come out out loud, but it did. Hopefully that spotted horse didn't hear me."He probably did, you fool of a fae!"
Of course he did.
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