06-23-2021, 04:32 AM
Riddle
"A long long long time ago,
someone told a love story of monochrome
Unaware, it turned venomous, shattered and crumbled..."
"A long long long time ago,
someone told a love story of monochrome
Unaware, it turned venomous, shattered and crumbled..."
As Riddle regained her senses, darkness still surrounded her, hearing availed first as she registered an occasional noise. Birds of some sort. They were familiar yet not at the same time. "Have ze doves of purity come to aide thy princess in her need?" Was the first somewhat logical thought that encroached upon her brain. The odd thought was comforting though, giving her the courage and desire to open her eyes. What she had expected to see were doves, but instead of snowy shapes she was to be gazing upon sleek black crows hovering around her on a dreary morning. The smell of blood strong. Perhaps wondering if she were about perish for their benefit, to give in to the weeping earth. A sense of dread started from the c section of her spine and spread throughout her body.
Riddle wanted to get out of her immediately but upon her attempt a share searing pain could be felt on the right side of her temple, causing her to wince, eye tightly closed. Slowly, she got up, the pain vociferating through the whole process. She could feel something wet on the side of her face. Quickly putting that info together with the smell, she looked down to see a small, but bright, wet circle of blood. Next to the circle was a stone, small but firmly planted in the earth and adorn in red as well. Following her vision to the cliff walls above, her hazy memories somewhat came back to the event. She had been running from something, something she feared, and she stepped too close to the side and rolled down here where she became acquaintances with that stone and her temple. She felt lucky, she once saw a pup pull on a branch and let it swung on another, hitting them in the temple and ending their life quickly. But as she felt the stingy spot on her head, she realized it was more towards her forehead anyways. Perhaps the luck of doves? Either way, she could worry more about it later she decided.
Her attention wandered now to her environment. Ridged mountains crowned above and around her. She was on a smooth plateau with a hollow valley of sorts down at the bottom. The height brought no fear to this Apennine wolf. She felt pretty at home actually. What was bothering her, however, was that she did not recognize this place at all, nor recall the variables that led her here. The mystery did not concern or faze her too much though. If anything it was stimulating her mind with all kinds of delusions of grandeur. She immediately went along with the situation. "Perhaps a monster had abducted I, the princess, who laid in mimicry, that betrayed me as an alley who shoved thyself over the edge. Tragedy indeed! Now to learn of the monsters in these hills and slaughter them for the good of all the mountain pacts with a headbutt of justice!"
Some would find her thoughts and creativity strange. Having long moments of solitude, Riddle learned quickly that the best way to entertain herself was with her mind and nonsensical thoughts to pass those long heavy hours. Having her thoughts as motivation to get her moving. She began to slowly trot on to explore her new surroundings, no rush to be made due to the pain emanating from her head. Yet still alert and poised for any abnormalities.
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