Post by ~XxTempestxX~ on Jul 18, 2009 10:49:52 GMT -5
Dusk came, the bright orange orb sinking below the horizon. A foggy mist creeps up, blanketing the ground in soft thick wisps. The night air was muggy, but the sky was clear and the fate twinkling of stars where beginning to light the sky like tiny fire flies. Tall tree’s shot up, high above the sod covered floor. Thick green branches reached out, casting deeper shadows along the already dark ground. A figured moved silently threw the shadows, the thick mist dancing around thin ankles. The figure was small and petite in size, obviously a female. At first glance you would guess she was maybe twelve or thirteen but with closer inspection you would see she possessed a womanly figure of a girl no older then sixteen. Long raven black hair tumbled down her back in soft waves, only a couple of strands tide out of her pretty face by a white silk bow. Large forest green eyes looked out threw thick black lashes, gazing out at her surroundings. Plump rosy pink lips curved into a delicate smile. The young girl wore a tattered dingy grey sun dress that had defiantly seen better times. Its material looked scratchy, and there where random patches sewn in there with un matching squares of fabric. But the style of the dress was unmistakable, for all girls at Lobelia’s Home for Orphans wore the same uniform. It was a tell tale sign that this little girl had seen some hard times herself. But still the carefree smile of a child still rested on her face, and her eyes shown with wonder as she explored the forest completely unaware of the dark clouds that where rolling in.
She took a deep breath in, breathing in the night’s air. It was warm and muggy, and the sounds of the forest where loud. The sound of scampering feet passed her, she looked down it was a small mouse, its chubby cheeks bulged with what ever prize it had found. It paused and looked up at her, frozen for a moment in fear, its little nose twitched. She giggled as the thing squeaked and ran off. Her green eyes looked up and looked around, her site seeing perfectly even in the darkest of nights. The forest always seemed to come alive at night, as the creatures woke up from there nocturnal slumber. This is why she loved the forest; she could be out here all alone, and not feel alone, all at the same time. The little sounds of feet, and fast little beating hearts always surrounded her. Back in the stone jungle it was awful; it reminded her of the icy cold clutches of death. The air was never as clean as it was here, because by some miracle the degusting stench of human filth had not yet reached these parts. The forest always was teeming with life, even the very ground you walked on seemed a live with a different kind of energy that you could not find in the city.
Suddenly she could hear nothing, no scampering feet, no beating hearts, nothing, all was silent. Something was not right, and just as if on queue she felt a heavy rain drop hit her squarely on the nose. She looked up, angry clouds had rolled in with out her even noticing. The smile on her face disappeared, and she took of at a run. Her feet pounded the ground, tearing past branches and forest undergrowth. But no matter how fast she ran she did not see the forests end, she had traveled much further then she had thought. Steady drops of rain fell now, quickly turning into a torrential down pour. Thunder sounded and she let out a small scream, small hands clasping over her ears. Her eyes where wide with fright, much like the tiny mouse she had came across earlier. She looked widely around, hoping to find some escape. Now her clothes clung to her frail form, it felt heavy on her. Another crack of lighting flashed threw the sky, fallowed by the angry roar of thunder. Once more the young girl took off at a run, not caring where she was going. She kept running until she could run no longer, she collapsed under a tall ever green. Her back pressed up against the rough bark, and her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes where shut tight, and her hands clasped over her ears. Her small form shook either with fright or from the cold, it was hard to tell. She sat there cowering, now more then ever regretting her journey out, she would take the dull cage like life of the orphanage over this storm any day. Now she was all alone, terrified out of her wits, praying it would all be over soon. She needed help, but help was unlikely to be found in the vast emptiness of these woods.
She took a deep breath in, breathing in the night’s air. It was warm and muggy, and the sounds of the forest where loud. The sound of scampering feet passed her, she looked down it was a small mouse, its chubby cheeks bulged with what ever prize it had found. It paused and looked up at her, frozen for a moment in fear, its little nose twitched. She giggled as the thing squeaked and ran off. Her green eyes looked up and looked around, her site seeing perfectly even in the darkest of nights. The forest always seemed to come alive at night, as the creatures woke up from there nocturnal slumber. This is why she loved the forest; she could be out here all alone, and not feel alone, all at the same time. The little sounds of feet, and fast little beating hearts always surrounded her. Back in the stone jungle it was awful; it reminded her of the icy cold clutches of death. The air was never as clean as it was here, because by some miracle the degusting stench of human filth had not yet reached these parts. The forest always was teeming with life, even the very ground you walked on seemed a live with a different kind of energy that you could not find in the city.
Suddenly she could hear nothing, no scampering feet, no beating hearts, nothing, all was silent. Something was not right, and just as if on queue she felt a heavy rain drop hit her squarely on the nose. She looked up, angry clouds had rolled in with out her even noticing. The smile on her face disappeared, and she took of at a run. Her feet pounded the ground, tearing past branches and forest undergrowth. But no matter how fast she ran she did not see the forests end, she had traveled much further then she had thought. Steady drops of rain fell now, quickly turning into a torrential down pour. Thunder sounded and she let out a small scream, small hands clasping over her ears. Her eyes where wide with fright, much like the tiny mouse she had came across earlier. She looked widely around, hoping to find some escape. Now her clothes clung to her frail form, it felt heavy on her. Another crack of lighting flashed threw the sky, fallowed by the angry roar of thunder. Once more the young girl took off at a run, not caring where she was going. She kept running until she could run no longer, she collapsed under a tall ever green. Her back pressed up against the rough bark, and her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes where shut tight, and her hands clasped over her ears. Her small form shook either with fright or from the cold, it was hard to tell. She sat there cowering, now more then ever regretting her journey out, she would take the dull cage like life of the orphanage over this storm any day. Now she was all alone, terrified out of her wits, praying it would all be over soon. She needed help, but help was unlikely to be found in the vast emptiness of these woods.
