Post by gray on Jan 13, 2006 23:57:46 GMT -5
Life isn't always black and white; many times it takes upon itself shades of gray. Gray is the color of obscurity and enigmas. Red is passion and black is bold, but gray is what it is... its just gray... something that can be easily explained away, and that was the explanation of Gray herself. She had nothing binding her anywhere... she was just there, and she didn't care.
Gray ambled into the frosted scape, what was the use of running when most her energy was needed to keep her warm. She glanced about the pristine wonderland, watching those 'mares." The cliché of other mares with the monotony of their naivety and stupidity made Gray snort in a sort of laughter where if in another cycle of life she would have vomited.
In this life all the colors of joy, sorrow, hatred, and anxiety faded into gray oblivion: That was Gray. She was everything and nothing at the same time... confusion and understanding at the same instance.
Gray stepped closer towards the couplings of male and female. With a flick of a hoof, she removed the powdering of ice and snow from the chartreuse shoots beneath the smothering blanket.
There was nothing else to do, and in her gut grew an empty pain; eating was the only solution. Gray arched her neck over the jade shoots. Bright, ivory incisors gasped the sweet grass, and lips close over the morsel and teeth. The ecstatic reaction of her tongue to the young sweetness of the sparse shoots brought with it the easing of her hunger-pain.
Gray sighed, allowing the coalescing veil of faerie dust and ice to hide her psyche from the outside world, and in turn become as enigmatic as gray.
The world was white; the world said that Gray was black, but Gray was gray... the middle of the road, gray. The joys that had been her childhood had faded away into an obscure, enigmatic shade of gray.
