Tuesdays...
12/30/03 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonare now my day off, it seems.
Her father warned her that the tests would not be easy. She wasn't worried, though. She hadn't expected them to be.
"Bring back the one with the most blood, my dearest girl, the freshest . Show us that you are truly of the age to become an adult."
Those words followed her as she set off into the woods, spear at her side and one rabbit already dangling from her belt. She knew she could find the beast that slept underneath her skin. It had been no small source of shame to her that she had not been born as one of the cherished few who knew themselves from birth, but it mattered little enough now. She had surpassed them all.
A scent dangling in the wind like a fish on a string caught her attention. She took a deep breath, knowing the scent, making it a part of her---and then let it go. That one was not large enough, not full of enough hot red life and death. Sure enough, a young doe startled from the brushes as she moved past. She moved out of the way just enough to let it by, but tugged a bit of white fluff out of the flying tail just because she could. Then she frowned. That was not behaviour appropriate for an adult. It was of little import, however. She must continue on and seek out more worthy prey.
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I think I've finally decided what to do when I run out of letters. This won't take long, as I've only got two more emotions after this.
Her father warned her that the tests would not be easy. She wasn't worried, though. She hadn't expected them to be.
"Bring back the one with the most blood, my dearest girl, the freshest . Show us that you are truly of the age to become an adult."
Those words followed her as she set off into the woods, spear at her side and one rabbit already dangling from her belt. She knew she could find the beast that slept underneath her skin. It had been no small source of shame to her that she had not been born as one of the cherished few who knew themselves from birth, but it mattered little enough now. She had surpassed them all.
A scent dangling in the wind like a fish on a string caught her attention. She took a deep breath, knowing the scent, making it a part of her---and then let it go. That one was not large enough, not full of enough hot red life and death. Sure enough, a young doe startled from the brushes as she moved past. She moved out of the way just enough to let it by, but tugged a bit of white fluff out of the flying tail just because she could. Then she frowned. That was not behaviour appropriate for an adult. It was of little import, however. She must continue on and seek out more worthy prey.
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I think I've finally decided what to do when I run out of letters. This won't take long, as I've only got two more emotions after this.
