Post by Sunrise on Oct 21, 2008 20:38:07 GMT -5
I lay on my back, the grass cold beneath me, but a pleasing cold, for I could still feel the warmth of the earth seep into my body. My hands were folded behind my head and my eyes gazed into the endless velvet sky painted with shining stars. I took a deep breath, letting the wind enter my nostrils and leave through my mouth. I took my finger and toyed with my cold ear a bit, before placing my hand back behind my head. One more deep breath sent me into a thoughtfilled coma. I wasn't laying on the grass looking up at the stars anymore, no, I was a leopard, stalking a rabbit in the snow-peaked himalayan mountains. My claws scraped against the frozen ground and my eyes blazed with hunger. I leapt from my spot, my paws reaching towards the rabbit, and I landed on it, feeling my weight crush its tiny bones. A small cry of pain escaped its throat with its last, dying breath. I could feel the joy in my body from the kill. The adreneline rushed through my four legs, through my tail, and then through my heart and into my human soul. I felt the pleasure of the kill in my human body. I felt my muscles tense above the grass, and the cold wind felt even colder against my bare cheeks, but I still had my brazen glory that I recieved from that kill, I still had that happiness that made a smile dance on my lips.
I opened my eyes slowly. I was fully aware of what I had just imagined. Part of me felt ashamed, like I was betraying my vegetarianism my recieving pleasure at the idea of stalking and killing a small rabbit. But a bigger part of me was still proud, still pumped with that adreneline from the rush of the kill. The shame escaped out of the surface as I let the pride, and the want, and the instinct of the leopard take over my body.
----
Alright, so basically I wrote this on the spot thinking up every line as I went because I wanted to write something because I hadn't written anything up so far. I personally don't think it's very good, but it illustrates my vegetarianism and how I feel about the whole eating meat thing. Basically what I'm trying to say here is that if it's natural, it is fine, and actually if I could be an animal, I would most definitely choose to live the life of a carnivore.
Anyway, so yeah. Comment if you like <3
I opened my eyes slowly. I was fully aware of what I had just imagined. Part of me felt ashamed, like I was betraying my vegetarianism my recieving pleasure at the idea of stalking and killing a small rabbit. But a bigger part of me was still proud, still pumped with that adreneline from the rush of the kill. The shame escaped out of the surface as I let the pride, and the want, and the instinct of the leopard take over my body.
----
Alright, so basically I wrote this on the spot thinking up every line as I went because I wanted to write something because I hadn't written anything up so far. I personally don't think it's very good, but it illustrates my vegetarianism and how I feel about the whole eating meat thing. Basically what I'm trying to say here is that if it's natural, it is fine, and actually if I could be an animal, I would most definitely choose to live the life of a carnivore.
Anyway, so yeah. Comment if you like <3