A simple talk

¬What better place was there to wander, than through sickly lands reaching with decrepit talons primed and ready to ensnare the wayward? Such were the desolate marshes, and though they thrived with greenery to rival the emerald of a lush, rolling hill, the air that surrounded them was thick with the miasma of decay. The consistent precession of life and death of the floral, until the ground under paw became a welcoming carpet of upon the backs of what once lived. And absently, a lone form trod across paying little heed to the disrespect for the once glorious things.
They were but obstacles to overcome, for the path walked was not without its sacrifice. And as she trudged through the lengthened blades, such a truth made itself known time and again as she pressed one with remorseless vigor. Though her form was withered, body aching to feed, it carried itself onward with the certainty of a being with but one absolute goal in mind; and it was to prevail…to life on…regardless of the condition, the state, the wellbeing, it would press on and see the end of the road pursued until the ground beneath those calloused paws gave way and beneath resided the ethereal blend of the grounds only the gods would walk.

Across the rugged peaks and deathly plunge of the Run, she continued on, even as her pads blistered and smelled ripe with infection til she could only longer walk and was forced to rest for days. Yet even then, her pursuit was not discouraged, this aimless wandering that led to nowhere and everywhere. When her limbs were able to support her weight she carried on, the act monotonous and purposeless, yet more fulfilling than she would have thought it would be. It was the right and consequence of freedom…of the true unrestrained soul. It was the task of the blessed wanderer, the damned, the alone. Absently the woman sniffed as she thought of it, replaying the lengthy mantra though her mind was very much aware of it. This was her chosen path, and this would be the ground she laid upon. Her end would be found in taking another step toward the unknown. Her life would be spent taking steps away from what she could not see. She was certain of it…

..there was no reason to contest it.

And as long as she was able, she would do so upon the backs of wilted, dying reeds.