I've always dreamedI've always dreamedof something greatersomething more thangetting up,going to work,going to sleep,only to do it all over againa life on repeatwith no change.I've always dreamedof adventure and explorationthrough the starsthrough time,through space,a kind of lifethat means somuchmore.I've never reallyfelt like I trulybelonged in a worldso filled withroutine;a mundanesort of lifestylethat I can never seemyself living. Being happy with.I fear growing oldbecause I want to beremembered for who I amnot who I waslong ago.I fear exiting lifenot truly as myselfbut as a shadow ofwhat I once was.That scares memore than anyonecan ever know.Perhaps somedaythe characters whoI've dreamed about;longed for in the depthsof my heart,a hollow feeling when I wakethat is hard to quench,will take me awayon a journey through the starsforsomethinggreater.
A Work of HeartA Work of HeartThe-Golden-Butterfly roleplaybetween rainwolfeh and Vinscribbles [ Orange Fire | Charley | Earth Tribe Border ] It had been a work of pure heart. Forged only during the night, for fear some other nosy Fire Triber would spy on her craft, it had remained a rugged secret that she dared not tell any cat, and if any questioned why she seemed so exhausted when the sun broke, she'd merely grumble some half hearted insult and carry on her day's work, paws trudding with fatigue. Between forging sessions she'd tuck it deep in her nest, where a now slightly-wilting ivory hued flower was hidden, tucked away in total safety from prying eyes. When exactly she had made the decision to craft something so intricate (at least to her experience), she wasn't exactly sure. All she knew is that in her heart of hearts, it needed to be done.