Post by Allura on May 28, 2006 14:16:25 GMT -5
A slim, brown figure slipped through the hole in the trees, then became part of the shadows within the center.
Kala, the shadow's name. A fiery young mustang mare, beautiful, intelligent, free. She could have it all, a perfect life, if only the pain didn't haunt her. If only her heart weren't frosted and torn. If only she could be healed.
But the people who should have loved her, her own parents, never had. She felt no warmth or compassion from them. She had always been alone and so her heart had hardened. She felt nothing now, except an urge for power. She wanted power and a meaning more than anything in the world, or did she? Had she really given up alll hope that someone could soften her being again, and teach her to love? Or did she still have the tiniest sliver of hope that some one could and would? Maybe. Only time itself could tell.
She stood, blank brown orbs riveting through the shadows of the Redwood Center, searching for something she wouldn't likely find. She snorted angrily to herself. She was foolish. She would never find the worthless thing called love.
Kala, the shadow's name. A fiery young mustang mare, beautiful, intelligent, free. She could have it all, a perfect life, if only the pain didn't haunt her. If only her heart weren't frosted and torn. If only she could be healed.
But the people who should have loved her, her own parents, never had. She felt no warmth or compassion from them. She had always been alone and so her heart had hardened. She felt nothing now, except an urge for power. She wanted power and a meaning more than anything in the world, or did she? Had she really given up alll hope that someone could soften her being again, and teach her to love? Or did she still have the tiniest sliver of hope that some one could and would? Maybe. Only time itself could tell.
She stood, blank brown orbs riveting through the shadows of the Redwood Center, searching for something she wouldn't likely find. She snorted angrily to herself. She was foolish. She would never find the worthless thing called love.
