jequirity ; district four ; fin

jequirity ; district four ; fin Jun 3, 2016 16:54:22 GMT -5

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Post by Avalon on Jun 3, 2016 16:54:22 GMT -5

J E Q U I R I T Y

The red soles of her heels clicked and hit the rubble-littered pavement of Four with the striking power more than one could wish to possess. They'd left a trail of painted crimson paw prints, formed by the brush of such an artist as herself - an unbeknownst motif of wounds and hardships to be overcome. It was with each clacking step that had sent her bolsters of confidence, one gained from lines of an unspoken, wistful, heritage in the name of a dark, masked foreigner. It was he who'd left an affair forever marked within the family crescent, plainly sought in her own being, between every damned feature, twas all before she could even witness the waves hit the shores of Four - an illegal disownment had followed.

She'd been formed astrally through the falling orange, and pink, sunset - a child of the crescent moon as he kissed the sun farewell. Made the first oldest sister of few siblings, and though a lioness in her truest form, she dons the most significant feature of the pack turned pride - a lions mane left all natural and luscious, the most unique in her pride gave her the leadership through years of hardships. The lone queen of the pride stands with many, but works alone, needing no king she is fine all on her own. Rather, she'd been caught waving her manicured fingers, she raised her hands high and stuck two middle fingers up with the roar of a, "fuck you", to the ones who've made double crossed attempts to subdue her gained dominance, stature, and royalty. "You and I both know what's true - he isn't my birth father. He can go fuck himself. Over and over again."

Born to the pride as the second oldest child, Jequirity had been signed off in fine print all among her life as the "ugly duckling", "odd one out", "fisher mans child". Perhaps her 'father' had been given a form of his own superficial right to dox, for her siblings had laid hair of two colors, fair skin, and lighter eyes. Young mind full of, "She's not my damn child!", "You're a lying cheater! A whore!", "Go find her real father to take care of her!", and just like that she was turned a beautiful melanin queen searching for her true placement when it was so wrongly positioned within a false household. Disowned from the start, she slammed the door shut with no words being left unspoken - a few fuck you's, and fuck off's, was long overdue and finally put in order, amongst were partial farewells to the pack left behind, though promises were in order and she'd once again return.

Staggering eyes trying to keep pace to catch a glimpse of the frame of the rare lioness up and down, wide smile of pearled teeth, blossoming flowers flourishing throughout her mane, she was a true work of a skilled architect. The champagne taste of many, though there was no interest found in mixed species laid to rest within a set food chain, predator to prey, top to bottom, queen to plebes.

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