And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
She has never been anything but perfect, a beautiful bay child tinged by teal with laughter in her eyes and starlight in her soul. But life has a way of changing things, of bringing imperfection even to the most perfect of creatures. Still, she is lovely, a creature born of the cosmos, meant dance through the stars and spread their light across the earth. But alas, she is grounded, a child of this dull plane as much as she is one of that far off ether.
Life had taught her that lesson too recently for her to forget. The scars still linger upon her once smooth cheek, slashes even now fading to muted hues of red and green. She would forever be marked as a contestant, an inept warrior for a distant cause. She remembers too well, the emotions (hers yet somehow not) still burgeoning in her chest like a wayward vine, driving out the purity and child-like wonder that had once thrived there.
The conflict within her has driven her from the deepest recesses of her home, the places where she might normally bide her time in practiced patience, into a far off land of wood and brush. Despite the thoughts roiling within her mind like a snarled mass of snakes, she makes her way easily through the trees, steps smooth and graceful, any childish ungainliness left behind long ago. Her magic, the one born in her on a bone-littered beach the day she had come into this world, encases her like a cloak, her red pelt dusted in starlight, a gentle blanket studded in diamonds. She glows in the dim light of the forest’s interior, a warm and inviting beacon that she would pay no mind to even if she had realized the way it beckons.
She is, in so very many ways, the opposite of him. Perfect and perfectly beloved.
She does not notice him at first, lost as she is in the trappings of her own thoughts. When she does, she halts abruptly, blinking wide, silvery eyes as she stares. He is a rather grotesque thing, but she had grown with the uncommon. She had spent her youth with a half-dead girl as her closest friend, bone and tendon and skin re-knitting a common sight to her young eyes. Next to this, he holds little comparison.
And so, unafraid, curiosity the only emotion in those silver eyes, she takes another step nearer. Upon closer inspection, a faint aura surrounds him, dark and forbidding with the barest tinge of something lighter coloring the edges. She takes another step, a hint of familiarity coloring her vision of him. ”Hello,” she says simply, her voice lightly soothing, like a harmonic chime ringing in the distance. And she wonders, her inquisitive mind filled with questions about this monstrous creature with the dark aura tinged by light.
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage