[Solo] Memories of the Broken (Unlife)
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 4:11 pm
A first memory.
Emerging from darkness. Light coming through in cracks until it burst into being before her. Looking to the sides, there were others like her and not. Small. In front of her was something different. Big. Mother? Their face changes when it looks at her. What does it mean?
A second memory.
It took her a while until she could stand - legs always shaky - but now she could skip. She looked to her mother with pride, but her mother looked back in what she now recognized as poorly disguised fear. Why did mother fear her? Wasn't mother proud that she could play with her siblings now?
She skipped over to her siblings happily, but they stepped back. Confused, she moved forward again but they, too, stepped away and her mother came to stand in front of them. They were looking at her differently too. Why did they treat her different? She loved them, didn't they love her, too? She didn't understand.
A third memory.
Alone. She found herself no longer surrounded by her family and on her own. Alone was good. She didn't have to think about the odd way others reacted to her. She couldn't figure out why anyone looked at her differently.
A fourth memory.
A doe with her foal. She liked foals. Foals were nice. It reminded her of her sibling, a brother. She skipped toward it, smiling, to say hello, but stopped when she saw the familiar look of fear. She watched the mother notice and step in front of the foal like her mother had.
"Why does it look like that?" she heard the foal ask.
"I don't know, little one. It's probably cursed or diseased. Lets go away from here," the mother responded.
She still didn't understand.
A fifth memory.
Purple. Another acha. Angry, but kind to her. She liked him. He saw her. He spoke with her. Another living being that willingly stayed close with her and treated her as equal. She lingered with him a while, enjoying the feeling of acceptance and inclusion. Despite his teeth, he felt safe. She even had her own children with him, though they did not linger long either.
A sixth memory.
A group and an obelisk. A mare buzzing in her ear, keeping something at bay that clawed at the back of her mind, waiting patiently for an opening to strike. She tried her best to be helpful, gathering supplies and attempting interaction with the group, but she was always left on the outskirts. She remained close enough to the others for safety, but the only acceptance she received was by the cold that nipped at her like excited hounds.
A seventh memory.
Everything was dark around her. She felt more than heard something snap, but she wasn't frightened. She no longer cared to understand the feelings and reactions of those around here. She no longer feared the cold surrounding her, but chose to embrace it like a second covering.
Acceptance.
Acceptance of who she was is what she was feeling. If others were going to look on her with fear, then she would become something truly fearsome.
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Emerging from darkness. Light coming through in cracks until it burst into being before her. Looking to the sides, there were others like her and not. Small. In front of her was something different. Big. Mother? Their face changes when it looks at her. What does it mean?
A second memory.
It took her a while until she could stand - legs always shaky - but now she could skip. She looked to her mother with pride, but her mother looked back in what she now recognized as poorly disguised fear. Why did mother fear her? Wasn't mother proud that she could play with her siblings now?
She skipped over to her siblings happily, but they stepped back. Confused, she moved forward again but they, too, stepped away and her mother came to stand in front of them. They were looking at her differently too. Why did they treat her different? She loved them, didn't they love her, too? She didn't understand.
A third memory.
Alone. She found herself no longer surrounded by her family and on her own. Alone was good. She didn't have to think about the odd way others reacted to her. She couldn't figure out why anyone looked at her differently.
A fourth memory.
A doe with her foal. She liked foals. Foals were nice. It reminded her of her sibling, a brother. She skipped toward it, smiling, to say hello, but stopped when she saw the familiar look of fear. She watched the mother notice and step in front of the foal like her mother had.
"Why does it look like that?" she heard the foal ask.
"I don't know, little one. It's probably cursed or diseased. Lets go away from here," the mother responded.
She still didn't understand.
A fifth memory.
Purple. Another acha. Angry, but kind to her. She liked him. He saw her. He spoke with her. Another living being that willingly stayed close with her and treated her as equal. She lingered with him a while, enjoying the feeling of acceptance and inclusion. Despite his teeth, he felt safe. She even had her own children with him, though they did not linger long either.
A sixth memory.
A group and an obelisk. A mare buzzing in her ear, keeping something at bay that clawed at the back of her mind, waiting patiently for an opening to strike. She tried her best to be helpful, gathering supplies and attempting interaction with the group, but she was always left on the outskirts. She remained close enough to the others for safety, but the only acceptance she received was by the cold that nipped at her like excited hounds.
A seventh memory.
Everything was dark around her. She felt more than heard something snap, but she wasn't frightened. She no longer cared to understand the feelings and reactions of those around here. She no longer feared the cold surrounding her, but chose to embrace it like a second covering.
Acceptance.
Acceptance of who she was is what she was feeling. If others were going to look on her with fear, then she would become something truly fearsome.
(524 words)