Post by kat on Aug 23, 2006 17:13:37 GMT -5
Have you ever wondered what your life is wasting away to? Ever wondered if anyone really cared, even you? Have you ever just wished you could grow wings, and fly away?
Then you probably have an imagination, and you ask too many questions.
But honestly, why am I still here? Same old city that I always promised myself I would leave behind one day. I just wonder one thing. When is one day?
The first thing you see is the hair. It's always the hair first. Curly hair, golden hair. So gold, that it actually looked like metal, and if you were to touch it, it wouldn't bend. Even if it would.
Some people just jump to conclusions.
Anyways, her curly, golden locks were parted to the side, then swept back into a messy low ponytail, secured with a red ribbon. Her skin was so pale, that it almost seemed white, though really, it was more like cream. It was stretched tightly across her tall, thin frame.
Full lips were covered in bright red lipstick, contrasting so much with her skin that it made them stand out a little too much. Her eyes were lined with black, and as she looked up into the bulb of the streetlight, you saw their color.
Bright yellow.
They looked like cat eyes, adding on to the cream colored ears protruding from her hair, and the tail waving behind her. Yep, she was a wocky. Loosly covering her upper half was a maroon sweater that hung off of her shoulders, and went down to her elbows.
Straight legged, dark wash jeans were squeezed onto her legs, and bunched up around her ankles, showing the bottoms of her black boots.
It wasn't that she wasn't pretty. She just wasn't the kind of pretty that people of this era were used to.
She was a different kind of pretty.
And tonight she was prowling the dark streets of the city that she had grown up in. The city that she wished she could leave.
Then you probably have an imagination, and you ask too many questions.
But honestly, why am I still here? Same old city that I always promised myself I would leave behind one day. I just wonder one thing. When is one day?
The first thing you see is the hair. It's always the hair first. Curly hair, golden hair. So gold, that it actually looked like metal, and if you were to touch it, it wouldn't bend. Even if it would.
Some people just jump to conclusions.
Anyways, her curly, golden locks were parted to the side, then swept back into a messy low ponytail, secured with a red ribbon. Her skin was so pale, that it almost seemed white, though really, it was more like cream. It was stretched tightly across her tall, thin frame.
Full lips were covered in bright red lipstick, contrasting so much with her skin that it made them stand out a little too much. Her eyes were lined with black, and as she looked up into the bulb of the streetlight, you saw their color.
Bright yellow.
They looked like cat eyes, adding on to the cream colored ears protruding from her hair, and the tail waving behind her. Yep, she was a wocky. Loosly covering her upper half was a maroon sweater that hung off of her shoulders, and went down to her elbows.
Straight legged, dark wash jeans were squeezed onto her legs, and bunched up around her ankles, showing the bottoms of her black boots.
It wasn't that she wasn't pretty. She just wasn't the kind of pretty that people of this era were used to.
She was a different kind of pretty.
And tonight she was prowling the dark streets of the city that she had grown up in. The city that she wished she could leave.
