Post by scrappy on Mar 21, 2014 7:35:25 GMT
as she stood before me, I could have sworn I was looking at a poltergeist. she appeared transparent, fading, and unbothered by any thought of live pleasures. I felt as though the questions I was posed to ask her would be answered in a volume that would render me deaf, as though if her eery, steel blue eyes met mine I'd disintegrate and join her on the other side. but all this, of course, was just in my imagination for Ataxia was little more than a wasted, ruined, desperate doll forsaken by all that she ever put emotion towards. She was broken, ragged, filthy, and yet still so mesmorizing.
eventually I forced myself to regain focus, swallowed the lump in my throat, and began the interview.
"So, Ataxia how old are you actually?"
those intensely bright eyes that contrasted with her otherwise dingy appearance suddenly fell on me, it felt like a thousand pounds.
"Seven."
her voice spilled from cracked pink lips like a soft, raspy angel. it actually caught me off guard with it's distinct and unqiue beauty.
"Can you tell me about your parents?"
With this inquiry, her lids angled and her pupils shrunk, but that was the only indication she gave of being irritated by it.
"If you insist,"
she said in a slightly louder tone.
"Mother was the most astonishingly beautiful whore in her land, being of pure Desert Arabian heritage. Hell, you probably had a night with her, Peacock Skeleton was her name."
she paused to let that sink in, obviously waiting for a response from me, but the statement caused me to lose my power to speak. I could do nothing but stare for several moments. At last something came from my mouth,
"What about dad?"
as soon as the words emerged my teeth snapped sharply against my tongue drawing blood, I knew it was the wrong thing to say. but instead of unleashing some other worldly wrath, she simply closed her eyes and lowered her skull a bit.
"Due to mom's promiscuity and fear of commitment, I never knew him."
I left it at that instead of pressing for a name or other information. Pre-interview I had every question precisely memorized, numerically in my mind. But Ataxia had now sucked all memory from me. Like a leech she had bleed me dry of thought, so I had to improvise.
"Do you have siblings?"
She just shrugged her shoulders and I realized what a dumb question that was.
"Where did you grow up?"
"A place called The Untamed. My mother couldn't be bothered with a tag-a-long foal shadowing her every step and constantly needing a suckle from the tit that was always still soaked in some man's saliva, so after a short few months she abandoned me while I slept. I followed her scent for as long as I could the next morning, until I collapsed from exhaustion. Within a few days I finally tamed my stomach into eating the grass I watched my mom munch on. From there I drifted from harem to harem for a few years until stumbling upon a breathtakingly magnificent place, led by an even more amazing stallion called Rooney, but that's another story entirely."
And yet again, this incredibly depleted mare had stopped my mind from working. The sheer amount of story she had just gifted me was astounding, though I knew she left out so, so much. Suddenly I felt my confidence coming back, washing over me like a warm liquid. So, I pushed her harder,
"So is that where your fling with the infamous Roush comes in?"
At this moment, every inch of her extra skeletal frame stiffened. To be such a small dove, she struck fear in my heart with the look she pierced me with.
"How dare you speak his name in my presence."
The sound of her little hooves tapping the earth as she took two steps closer to me echoed in my ears,
"That man ripped my soul from it's anchor in my chest, ate it, then vomited it back into me. He shredded every last bit of decency within my mind and laughed as the pieces fell to the blood soaked ground. And you have the audacity to ask me about him. I suppose next you'll want to know about my abandoned children. You'll say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, well I'm sorry to say Mr. Reporter,"
Now she was inches from my nose, her tobacco stained breath filling my nares and setting off the throes of nausea in my stomach. Those fierce eyes gripped mine with a menacing captivation, threatening violence beneath her yellowed bangs.
"but you'll find nothing interesting to tell your gossip-thriving masses here. Listen to the rumours and spin them how you will, for I am done with you bloodsucking fools."
Her creme shoulder collided with mine as she exited the scene causing me a surprising amount of pain, though it would make sense considering her sharp features due to malnutrition. And that was that, I watched the ethereal being known as Ataxia dissolve into the foliage, relieved that I had lived through the experience, no matter how silly that sounds.