07-20-2016, 01:02 PM
Why does she wander the night? Because sadness and the sea are best kept beneath moonlight. Because daylight makes her so sleepy she cannot wake to leave the trees.
But Pelagi is less the predator wrapt in shadows. Pelagi is more the little gray mouse who scampers through the fallen leaves. She is an inhabitant of the night, but not your typical sort. She is the quiet, the penumbra between stark moonlight and inky blackness.
Moonlight filters through thinning autumn leaves, illuminating the blue of her back - the black of her face. The moon is her consort, but she leaves her naked to the creatures that hide within shadow. The creatures with dripping teeth and terrible hunger.
Hunger.
Pelagi cannot remember the last time that she was hungry. She can’t remember the last time that she ate purely to satisfy the growling of her stomach. She hasn’t had an appetite for years now. She frowns, but isn’t she always frowning?
She’s been drowning in her ocean of moonlight for eternities. Although, eternity isn’t really all that is it cracked up to be. Eternity is a figment, a mirage. The world is not endless. All things fade. There will be an end to time itself.
At least, this is what she tells herself as the moonlight trails higher, higher, away from little blue mares trapped within the confines of jagged toothed forests.
“Hello.” comes a voice from the black. Pelagi stares in wonderment as the last rays of moonlight illuminate the hard shelled creature before abandoning them, smothered by the clouds.
Why does she wander the night?
“Hello.” she returns, though she can no longer see through the blackness.
@[charnel]
But Pelagi is less the predator wrapt in shadows. Pelagi is more the little gray mouse who scampers through the fallen leaves. She is an inhabitant of the night, but not your typical sort. She is the quiet, the penumbra between stark moonlight and inky blackness.
Moonlight filters through thinning autumn leaves, illuminating the blue of her back - the black of her face. The moon is her consort, but she leaves her naked to the creatures that hide within shadow. The creatures with dripping teeth and terrible hunger.
Hunger.
Pelagi cannot remember the last time that she was hungry. She can’t remember the last time that she ate purely to satisfy the growling of her stomach. She hasn’t had an appetite for years now. She frowns, but isn’t she always frowning?
She’s been drowning in her ocean of moonlight for eternities. Although, eternity isn’t really all that is it cracked up to be. Eternity is a figment, a mirage. The world is not endless. All things fade. There will be an end to time itself.
At least, this is what she tells herself as the moonlight trails higher, higher, away from little blue mares trapped within the confines of jagged toothed forests.
“Hello.” comes a voice from the black. Pelagi stares in wonderment as the last rays of moonlight illuminate the hard shelled creature before abandoning them, smothered by the clouds.
Why does she wander the night?
“Hello.” she returns, though she can no longer see through the blackness.
@[charnel]