LittleMac

He is shy but really really sweet, he wants to make friends but gets to nervous or intimidated before he can say anything. Many want to be his friend though ^u^ .. He likes Ramen


Something has happened, something has changed.. But at the same time is seems so similar like it was already there and nothing happened.... He is .. Different .. now.. What has happened no one is for sure, he is still silent, his eyes still white.. But it has seemed his whole aura has changed, twisted, odd... Different. No one knows when these changes happened or what will come of him but it is slightly concerning. He watches waits does as he usually does but he doesn't seem as cheerful.. He still loves the clan but has become even more mysterious... Only Ramen can get him to blush anymore :l
Secrets are whispered and he listens, he hears all of the sounds of the forest as the leaves flutter about him... They speak to him but what they say is a mystery "find her... seek her... do not forget your place" riddles are told to him as he wanders... Who is this mysterious lady They speak of....

She continues to allude him, he follows what he thinks is the sweet voice of the mysterious lady but to no avail... A leaf flowing though the air gently on a gust of air. laughing, mocking.. or a tree sprouted strong in the ground telling him it was pointless... a small flower asking for him to kill it... Twilight loneness of a sliver of the moon glimmering on a cool pond of water. A fiery shooting star flickering across the dark night, but only he can see its radiance...

he yearns to meet her like it is a necessity, he does not know the emotions of the thought of meeting her... He was excited, worried, lonely, scared, happy, full of expectations yet so much doubt, a feeling like he was at his best but also his worst..... He has never meet her or anyone like her but he feels like he must... it is his destiny

It is pointless, all of it. He slowly starts to feel this in the very core of his being. No point. No point. No point......... Nothing is worth it anymore. No point. He doesn't want to give up, he wants to meet her, but the will to go on is fading. Any glimpse of what may have been once happiness is gone. No point. This is a living hell. No point. All of this is suffering. Why bother. Because he must. He will follow that lady and find her, his only point.

Why must he suffer this way? Why must she hide? Why does nothing feel right anymore? Why has all joy left his life? He thought he saw a soft shadow of her guiding him... He chased till what seemed to be the end of the brambles, blood dripping down his fur from the repeated stabs of the thorns... He burst into a clearing, a dark cold place... Bones everywhere but a desperate feeling of loneliness... The shadow of the lady was gone.. The dead seem to smile and giggle. He can hear them try to get in his head but they were not what he was looking for and their murmurs were hurting his head.. He turns and with a heavy flap of his wings glide away...
The piercing sound of one of the dead penetrates his mind. A slow tear falls as he leaves, Why must she hurt him so? and why does he let it get to him?