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Post by icky THUMP ! on Jun 15, 2009 20:37:20 GMT
cold, cold water bring me down,
There was no better place to be. Nothing to shield you from the sun, or to block you from the breeze. The long grasses tickled your nose, and seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, waving under even the lightest of breezes. It was perfect. Icky thought it so. She wasn't freaked out that she was going to accidentally make someone static-y, or shock herself with something. It was sunny, no sign of rain. Of course, anyone with that sort of power could waltz right in and literally rain on the fragile white female's parade.
It would be a battle of the ages, naturally. Except Icky would lose. Because she would run. No, no! It's fine. I was just leaving. Exit Icky stage right. Conflict was not something she looked forward too. Well, in a way, she constantly look forward to it. As in, was always thinking about it in future situations. Always on edge that every creature she would meet would want to start something with her, so she'd constantly have to be moving. Don't stop, or someone might wanna fight you.
One of these days it was bound to happen. One day, she wouldn't be able to run. But she'd be nothing but a ragdoll, begging her attacker to just finish it, one way or another. Icky couldn't bring herself to do it. Maybe she'd try to bite back, once or twice, but...It wasn't in her nature.
But, why was she even letting these thoughts cross her mind? It was peaceful, at least for now. Soak up the sun's rays while you can. Icky settled herself in a particularly sunny patch, and nibbled, with content, on a rabbit she had managed to sneak up on. That was one thing she didn't really mind, though at times it plagued her. Killing other creatures, even if they weren't the same species. It was still a living thing, right? But Icky understood basic necessity. If she didn't eat, she didn't live.
She kept herself low, below the grass, although she was long enough to cause an odd parting of the grasses in an almost 'S' shape. And she was silent, other than the soft sound of her swallowing, but perhaps the breeze would be kind enough to carry that away. Once her meal had been finished, she took to burying the bones. If she had to eat the creature that probably felt the same way she did when forced to fight, then it deserved a proper burial. Her paws scrabbled at the dirt, making a small hole, just big enough for a pile of rabbit bones. Daintily, she placed each one into the ground, and then it was done.
Her jaws parted, releasing a small sigh, and a breeze twisted her soft, creamy fur about. The birds sang and the little creatures of the earth twittered. And Icky lay there, seemingly at peace, though there was always something nagging in the back of her mind. word count. 489.
now my feet won't touch the ground.
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