thalia.
when you live a life in solitude
all you have to fear is getting lonely

Sky. Cavernous sky.

I suppose that's an oxymoron. Sky cannot resemble a cavern, can it? It is not enclosed, not stifling. Sky, really, is anything but cavernous. Wide and open, deep yet weightless. But perhaps 'cavernous' can pertain, maybe only this once, to how vast the azure sky looked at the moment. So big I could not fit it all into one gaze.

The sky was a mural of cyan blue, bright splashes of gold and pink reflecting off white cumulus clouds dotted about the vast space stretched out before me. Swathes of green marked the area around the innocent clouds, iridescent shades of purple marrying the sky at the horizon; a thin lavender line to highlight the piece. The sun began its morning routine of waking the birds, who woke the other creatures of the forest in turn. Of course, at the moment, not even the twittering birds could be heard. Either they were most likely still asleep, or were staring in awe at the lavish beauty nature presented them.

Me? Why was I awake before those insufferable wrens and blue jays who sang their happy morning tune to the sun? I don't know. Sunrise had always captured me, enticed me. The way nature paired together the most beautiful of colors. I sighed dreamily, inhaling the fresh, sweet scent of grass and gazing bewitched at the sun's entrance.

I raised my face to the sun, letting its glow bathe my gleaming fur in swathes of gold, letting grudges and painful memories slip away from me for one moment of supreme pleasure.

And then it was gone. Once again I was back in my marred body, the same old Thalia who had watched her brother die not too long ago. The same cold, abhorrent Thalia that I'd always been.

With a sigh I lay my head on my paws, letting the grass tickle my nose under the smooth white bark of a tall birch tree.

Apollo now shined freely in the sky, as high as the morn would let him go. His golden rays seeming to spotlight us. Whoever us was. The cumulus whites softly traveling their way across the boring blue sky. Just another day.

Now, who did the bitch think she was. "I expected that common etiquette dictated whether wolves should mind their own business, eh"-- ahh who gave a sh!t? I didn't give a dxmn whether or not "common etiquette" provided the manners to mind my own business, for i was not one to follow the r u l e s. I could rub all up in her business if i felt the need. And to m o c k me. Rage filled inside, but not an ounce shown through the fascade, or any body part for that matter. I would not let the rage show, unless i wanted to. When I was in control of course. Now when i wasn't, well thats a different story. But today, even though oh so much I wanted too. I would not spill blood. I was in a rather good mood, and I would not let some random wench ruin it.

"Good morning Ladies" Ah yes, a brute. One who so clearly trying to "charm" us. Again whoever "us" was. Pools traveled round the visible terrain though bulk not move. I would most defiantly not search for one. If some one wanted me, they could find me. If not, than it must not be that important. Never the less, my poise stood a bit straighter. Why not show the beauty that I had? Sepia coat shifting to the stance of my lean, but strong structure.

Nostrils flare for mere second to catch a whiff of the ever flowing zephyr. The brute was close. But, I went on normally. "You do not have to hide you know."Vocals carrying toward the masculine, wherever he be. Occuli glancing toward the dame, so..well whats the word...lets say bitchy. So bitchy, rolling her eyes and such. Lungs sucked in air, carelessly spitting words out. "And you dont have to be so bitchy. I only noticed that in fact, you were bored." Enamels shined ever so crudely. "Though i might have done the same" Vocals vibrated ever so slightly, only coming out as a complete mumble. opts shifted from the damsel to the abyss, still waiting for the brute to some into sight.

I met her gaze coldly, audits twitching, a low growl making its beginnings with my vocal chords. I couldn't tell if my words had affected her. She kept a steady facade, no emotions playing over her features. This displaced me, if only slightly. Normally I tended to enjoy it, as strange as this may sound, when the victims of my benevolence showed offense, perhaps in the form of a sneer revealing gleaming fangs, or a mere flicker of anger to flash over their eyes. I honestly didn't much care for 'etiquette,' I was simply agitated that the calm of morning had been interrupted. But that's me. Twisted as you'll have it, caring naught of the consequences of life.

Already getting bored by her lack of feeling, I turned my attention to the remainder of the rise. Casually I leaned over my shoulder, and dismay filled the hollow of my heart. I had missed the majority of it; no colors left to paint the morning's mural. The sun was calling to bits of stray snow, and particles of the water were leaving the earth about us to receive their glowing mother in the sky. It was still very early in the morning, really. The air was crisp and cold, my breath coming out in milky puffs to dance with the atmosphere above. Tendrils of carbon dioxide swirled, twisted, and churned over my head, dissipating into the air after its random dance sequence fell flat. My pinnae received the sudden sound of the femmora's voice. "And you don't have to be so bitchy. I only noticed that in fact, you were bored." Hearing those words - hearing the truth - roiled me. Beneath my even alabaster shell, anger began to bubble up through the pools of annoyance. My light occuli turned slowly from the sun to hers, and I met her gaze evenly."Oh yes, I was very bored. And bitchy. Enjoying the sights that nature allows me really does constitute both of those, you know. Especially given the fact that you, amazing you, oh-so-gallantly freed me from my boredom." I let a slow breath from my chest, freeing an unknown weight I had been carrying.

Suddenly, sounds berated my sensitive audits, perked at the sound of softly crunching snow to my right. Occulars averted from the annoying female and to a brute stepped recently into the light. The first thing that caught my eye was the conceited smirk plastered to his lips. And then he began to speak. “Etiquette, Poppet, is quite over-rated. Since when has a dark ever done…chivalry?”

Me? Practice chivalry? What, was I offering my body as a carriage to this bitch? Asking to hunt her meals for her? My jaws grated against each other, unbeknown to me. Was this brute mad? My sharp tongue, faster than my brain, began to formulate a plan to lash out again. At first, when nothing came to mind, I hesitated. I really was becoming lame, though I hoped not. I could not let that brute win and accuse me of chivalry. Chivalry! As the anger built up, I began to feel a retort at the back of my throat, taking its slow time over my vocals and rolling off my tongue easily. “Ha, that's a laugh. Darling, I could hardly call 'etiquette' 'chivalry.' And please, wipe that cocky grin from your face. It's not fooling anyone.” A satisfied smirk crossed my black lips. Hesitation really wasn't my frame of mind.