Unimaginable beauty.

I keep secrets. I keep secrets you can\'t even imagine to beleive, or understand. For all its worth, I want to get one off my chest. Though, its not realy a secret, more like a story. A fantasiful one. It will boggle the minds of all who know it. Good thing I\'m not a \'all\'. I\'m just a who know it. But, on with the story. You see, it starts with this house; with a roof, a door, walls and people in it. Though, they arent people like you and me. Because, this isnt a place, like where we live. In fact, it barely within reach of our imagination. Theres creatures and kingdoms unimaginable. I\'ll get into that later though.
These people, to us would be more like creatures, but the only way to get it by would be to call them people. You see, they have hearts; and to me, that makes them people. In fact, they may have better hearts then we. But anyway, the people in this said house; they have tails, and long rabbit-like ears with soft colourfull tufts of fur or hair at the ends. The tails too, also, these tails are long and lanky, the lap at the ground like a cat\'s tongue would lick at a bowl of water. These people were beautiful in the most imaginable of ways. Undescribable by words or feelings. They have stripes and speckles not un-like the creatures of our world. Strong, so strong.. Strong in mind and heart, not to mention body. Body definitly cause you see they could hold their own in battle, no doubt about that: none! But you see, these people, in that house, are part of a race of that kind. Un-imaginable and beautifully strong.
Thats where it begins, like I said, in that house, with those people. But one, above all: a young male of their kind, yes. He was the strongest, but none knew! Not yet to be known or imagined on their part. Oh silly goose no. You see, they, their kind of course, didnt know how strong or beautifull they realy were. Modest, un-proud, peacefull creatures.
Anyway, this house like I said.. Well its in a Forest inhabitted by the people, in fact the world was, inhabited of course... The forest, was lush in a way that would temp the most stoic of creatures to cry for the amount of beauty and growth. Trees towering so high even to rival the very mountains that graced their planet. Undergrowth; thats, flowers, shrubs, baby trees, ferns and other small plants.. The undergrowth was even beautifull, colourfull.. Colours you cant even imagine, blended to a supreme mixture and texture. No artist could rival this place.. Not with the most beautifull painting.
Anyway, the house was made, its different, though basicly the same. With the things I said it had before. But made from these unimaginable trees and small plants. Infact the very house was alive, it grew, breathed, fed, and sleeped. I chuckle at the very thought of a creature getting to close and falling victim to its hunger.
This boy who lived in that house in the living forest of their world.
He was beautifull, like everyone else, but different.. In lovely, strong, admirable ways. He was coloured in purples and reds.
Long snake like tail, licking the ground like all others, his ears were like all others, long with tufts of fur or hair. But his eyes, his eyes were different, you see; all the others of his race had these blue, black ringed eyes, but him, he had these wide, golden with a long slit cat-like pupil right in the center. And, thise may not be important but he had long eyelashes too. Very girlish, I chuckle sometimes at the rememberance.
Well, he was pretty for a boy, even though their kind was beautifull, but him more so. And with that fact, with his odd coloured eyes and girlish way he was saught after. This boy in that house, built in the forest, graced by the world of their kind.
And thats the very begining of my story.