stranger in this land; colby pony

[Nightlock]

— I'll break you a hundred different ways —

He cannot help but to wonder what it must be like to be in control of what you are. He wonders if he would ever choose his skeletal form, if he was ever given the choice. If it was not control by the sun and the moon, he isn’t sure if he would ever choose to be like this. It serves no benifit, other than to alienate him morseso than he already was. He was more difficult to injure, and did not tire as easily and felt no pain or hunger, not even lust or want, when in this form. It turned him into a shell, in every sense of the word, and most nights he is not so sure if this is a good or bad.

“Must be nice,” he responds when she says her forms are no longer at war with one another. The words are not meant to be condescending, even though the flat and low tone in which they are uttered could make them sound that way.

He follows her gaze to the ever so faint glow that outlines the silouhette of the tree tops, and he shifts his bony wings almost restlessly. The transformation was always a gruesome thing, even when it was returning back to his regular form — muscle and organs and skin regrowing, it was not just a quick flash that suddenly left him whole. It was not something he was keen on putting himself on display for. Her offer to come to Loess breaks into his incessant need to leave, and he angles his skeletal head to peer at her, before nodding almost imperceptibly. “I will consider it.”

He moves then, turning towards the dark pit of the forest, away from the coming sun. But he glances back to her first, and perhaps if there had been flesh across his face he would have almost smiled. “I hope you find prey that is far more satisfying than I was tonight.” It is all that he says in parting, before allowing his skeletal frame to be swallowed by the shadows and trees.

— and I'll make you remember my face —

Nightlock

@[Sochi]

He will show up in Loess one of these days <3