Light on my Feet {O P E N}

[Silverlight]

{OOC: Ahhh.... I have writer's block. I've only got 307/308 words. Plus, I'm extremely tired. How worse could it get? D; Forgive meeee!}

My life as dull as gray,
I'm just trying to brighten my day.

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Silver tiptoed around debris and rock. The rebel wolf was slightly annoyed at this trek's suspense. "But that was just the best part of it," she muttered to herself. "Patience is a discipline." She felt should have done this a long time ago; it was wonderful exercise.... but the consequences were quite real. Real adrenalin. Real soon-to-be-pain. And, you should not forget, the Real guts you need to actually conquer and climb the mountains. This is not just some normal, average thing you could do every day without breaking a sweat. This was serious business.

The wolf jumped over some decomposed carcasses. 'They must have starved.....'[/i] Silver turned her head away from both dead bodies. 'I should really sober up. Did you see that Silver? This is not a laughing matter.'[/i]

'Woah. I didn't know I was light on my feet!'[/b] thought Silver as she jumped playfully over a minor crack in the ground. This was fun as well! Amazing, the things you could do....
'I never knew....'[/b] Silver's thoughts had trailed off as she skidded to a slow stop. Who was the sarcastic wolf who had told her about this? The rebel wolf made a loud exhale. The answer was in her head immediately.

'Silver, my twin.'[/i] Silver blinked. Her twin's sarcastic voice could not be forgotten. Plus, it nagged her brain every now and then. Silver remembered a few nights before, when she and her twin had shared a conversation.....
'Be careful--stay in one place too long and be prey. Conquer and prey will fear you.'
'Ummm..... will do! How come you're never that nice to me all the time.....'[/i]

The she-wolf's head snapped up. She had better get going. A second later, her feet reacted to her thoughts. 'Well, I guess it's back to conquering the mountains.'[/i]
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I want to live like there's no tomorrow.
My gray life needs a splash of color.

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[Poison Arrow]

This burning desire
It's tearing me up
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She needed to escape.

Oh, yes, sure the Royals' Camp was worse, they said, but that didn't take away the pain - how could he be so blind!? Could he not tell she... She... Sighing, the she-wolf looked at her paws, before the usual, dreadful wave of cold, icy fury rolled over her, driving her claws to slash at the bushes. Her unnatural claws tore through the thick grey-green leaves, and she felt a snarl curl up her muzzle. Why? Why must I feel this way? Can I not love without feeling such hatred?
No. It's who you are; the fates made you angry, and made these terrible plots come into your head; accept them! That fire within you - it's not to be ignored. Use it! Embrace it!
No.
And she carried on with greater frustration than before.

The slope up which she walked, legs stiff and ears resolutely back, became rockier as she went, but the white wolf gave no notice of the brambles snagging in her fur, and the sharp stones digging in her pads. This part was dangerous, she knew - not particularly that which she was on, but further up - and this was only one of the many paths up, and few paths down. A chill wind blew from the steepening path ahead, and she paused for a moment to scent it. Nothing. Good... Not on this part, anyway. What was it supposed to be? Summer? Hah - not likely! It was always at least a little colder over on the Rebels' side, and Rose Thorn felt her pounding heart slow, almost as if it willed to stop. Yes, that's it. Stop pumping hot blood around my body, and make me as cold and heartless as the deadly snake. I am no better.
She had needed to escape. Her mind wasn't even fully on walking, and that annoyed her; wasn't the whole point of putting oneself in danger to avoid emotional thinking? Hah, as if normal psychology would apply to her! In a case of 99.9%, she agreed bitterly, she would always be the 0.1. I would have been better of as a warrior, not a Hunter - at least then those whom blood encased my lips would not be simply prey.
No! No! Stop thinking like this! I am not a killer! I don't have to be! The fates are stupid - they said I couldn't love who I wanted to, and that was wrong of them! Just because my twin is cheery, doesn't mean I have to be evil...

And then the ground under her paw gave way, and all thoughts were gone; instinct kicked in, driving her body. Falling down to her left on the thin path, a snarl of fear and fury escaped Rose Thorn's thick black lips, and her face hit the rock. She scrabbled desperately, trying to find a hold on the rock - slipping backward slowly, in a few moments her entire body, up to her heaving chest and paws still firmly but uselessly planted, was dangling over an abyss that looked endless - but she knew would end not too far down in sharp rocks, and painful death.
I'm not even on the bit that's hard to climb, yet; am I really so absorbed in my self-pitying thoughts that I cannot spot a loose stone on a path? So this will be the end of me, then; "Rose Thorn', died whilst simpering over her Alpha..."
And still she refused to call out for help.

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How can I love you
and yet hate you so much?

*&588!

~Rose Thorn

[Silverlight]

[OOC: Pooh. Sorry for this late reply. D:]

BIC

Silver muttered randomly under her breath. "Left. Right. Left. Right."

'Why can't I just.... shut up? People find that rather annoying. Did you know that?"[/i] her voice chided in her head, echoing a few times. It reminded herself of her twin. "Wow. Since when did I think like her?"

The female froze. She tilted her head quizically. Silver peered around, looking down below the cliff's edge. She thought she heard something.... or was it just her 'abnormal heart' beating rapidly in her chest? She did not know. But she would have just continued along to the top.

Yet she called loudly below the cliffs. She was concerned. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. "Hellooooo? Anyone here? Has something gone wrong?" she belted out at the top of her voice. 'Perhaps that was too.... weird. Maybe they won't respond at all.'[/i]

Silver could have just bounded up the rocky cliffs and continue her climb. But she sat down and waited....

[Poison Arrow]

This burning desire
It's tearing me up
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Hello!
Rose Throne, this is really not the time! Her twin's voice came ridiculously cheery through her sub-conscious. I don't need you here, right now - although I might need to say goodbye... Her paw slipped, and a rock on the scree came loose; she heard it clatter loudly below. It was loud. The only noise in the silence - at this point the she-wolf realised her own thought processes. There was even quiet on the other end of the line. For once. Finally, her twin's voice came through.
W-what do you mean? She sounded scared. Poor, poor little Rose Throne; so juvenile and care-free and with a twin so unnaturally... Evil. It was a horrible word, and others may argue that such a thing did not exist - that the best of us think evil thoughts, and the worst of us have a right to feel the way we do - but Rose Thorn did for one not believe this. It was fate. She wanted to be nice, and kind, and run in meadows and smile at flowers and bees, but... She tried. She really did. And then there was a voice, and it quavered and sounded so sweet, and in that way it hurt the she-wolf. And it was asking if she was okay.

But... There had been no scents on the wind - hadn't there?! Now she thought, she wondered if that tiny fleck of a scent - pink with a touch of grey, by her nose, which was a good sign, not like her black smell - had in fact been there, distantly higher up... But then, in these situations, so often does one recollect a spark of hope, in the wish that it may have been true. And so often is this a lie...
What are you talking about? 'Cos, like, y'know, if you're gonna, like, die or somethin'...
Again, she made no reply to her twin's voice - but something must have sparked there, some of her carefully defended thoughts leak through, because at that very second something amazing happened, that would amaze her for the rest of her life - and both of them would always deny. Her twin spoke through her.
"H-hello?" came the voice that was not her's - for Rose Thorn was now prepared to die, and she wouldn't have replied of her own accord - and it sounded like her twin's voice, despite coming from her own thick black Rebel lips. "Please, you have to help my twin - something's happened to her!"

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How can I love you
and yet hate you so much?

*&448!

~Rose Thorn