i've got scars that can't be seen | speck

[Elysium]

watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

   The air threads itself along his delicate, fragile wings, brushing a small fraction of his sensitive scales away with each new wave of wind. It trails along his spine, causing him to shiver involuntarily, shifting his six legs slightly beneath himself. His dark eyes peer out into the darkness, though it is brilliant and well-lit for him, for his complex eyesight can see much more than the average eye. He can piece together the image of the wavering tendrils of wheat, the faint variance in foliage across the landscape, and finally the bubbling brook trailing through the soil. The water gently ripples and pools over the smooth stones beneath the surface; a solace to his tender hearing. He savors the simplicity of night and the quiet that follows. The bright light from the moon bathes his mottled champagne skin, dousing him with a reflective light that both illuminates and invigorates him.

    It is at night when he feels most alive.

   He steps forward - he is graceful, if nothing else, with his four forelegs and two hindlegs - lowering his neck to allow the tall stems of greenery brush his cheek. He cannot close his eyes, for he has no eyelids to shield them with, but he allows himself to lose his focus. Everything becomes a blur. The night sky, the gentle breeze and the warm spring atmosphere engulf him fully. He senses a large blossoming plant near his tongue, and he takes a moment to drink of its nectar, his lips parting and his long proboscis unraveling and tucking deeply within the blossom.

   Once his thirst is sated, he lifts his long, slender neck, finding himself startled to see someone else so close. His senses are filled with her and he feels overwhelmed and lightheaded. He steps back, maintaining his distance but she has captured his attention. She is close enough that he can piece together her gentle curves, her bronze sheen and the faint tint of lime and lemon fruits tangled within her tresses. He watches her, captivated by her inward light, but he is nonetheless wary. 

   He knows how most react when they see him for the first time; he remembers well and he is reminded each day.
  

elysium

no mercy from the edge of the blade,
dare escape and learn the price to be paid.