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Post by MissParadox on Mar 6, 2013 5:20:41 GMT -5
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A frame hauntingly similar to his mother slipped through the apple trees. His mud flicked coat brushing up against the sweet smelling trunks as he travelled. It was barren, dry and dead. Having come from over polluted and flooded this was an almost pleasant change.
As he moved amongst the ruins he felt something akin to sadness fill him. He had expected to feel something, a feeling of belonging, of a new beginning perhaps. Yet this barren waste of a land held nothing for him, it did not even evoke in him a single memory from his childhood. It had been more than a whim that had seen his return to the open lands to be amongst others, it was a constant niggle in his conscious that forced him ever backward. Back into another time and another place when the world held nothing for him but living in its simplest form.
He knew too much now, to much of the world and of its creations. Yet as ever the struggle to break free and be independent raged within him. Caged only by his silent need to be amongst others, others of his kind. Not his kin, his kin where unknowns in his life. But he was seeking something and without yet knowing what, he knew to be able to find it here.
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