My eyes were closed as I endured the dark. With every second I grew a stronger dependence to this silent repose. The seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes - slipped from my ability to track into hours. Time was distilled in my dormant state.
There was a ticking sound. It ticked and dabbled the nonsense that was around me. But a stupid branch wouldn't break itself? No. Something would break it. My inactive state swiftly concluded for my view to greet it. After all, didn't I ask for something? My thoughts screamed my desperation for a little company. This thing must have read my mind.
My eyes grasped a serrated thing that pointed directly at me. In my startled awe - the sapphire in my eyes swelled into oceans; yet my body stilled and anchored in place. I never had a fight or flight response. It was always stay.
”You are not from my home…”
My words slipped from my soft pink lips - every tune was like fine silk fibers muddied against the heinous knots of my company's voice.
I was eased with more observation of the creature but I shouldn't admit too much in thought. This horned beast could divulge this. It could..aggress the moment my mind expresses trust. I wonder if it is trying my thoughts now? Without another audible word..I have decided to stare at it. Let it speak of what I am thinking.
We were interrupted. The perfectly outlined white of my flesh deluded from my insides as it rippled. I was flawed in credit to the figures that orbited us in the black of night. The blues in my eyes escaped as my pupils hunted for the others. Without looking to my spiked company, Do you see them?.
I had to imagine I am in a dream. It was a rather fast exchange of creatures revealing themselves. In addition to my mind reading horn - I am now in the company of a red eyed blackly monster and a winged female with legs that tapered into detail that I have only witnessed on that of a feline. My attention was steady to the bloodied sheen of the male's awe. It was a disturbing how it crept into the blue of my stare - the contrast calmed the initial intimidation that affected me (or maybe it was the sudden intervention of the winged lady).
There was an obvious air about the winged female and dark brute. They knew each other in a chilling way as her words immediately cut into the space between us all. In silence, I stood eager for the male’s remark. My stark white hair hushed against the skin of my neck that was now intact without any breakouts of fright. Without looking to the horned female, my weight simply shifted as I tested its telepathy once more... could he assist us?.
Just pull the trigger, I'll take the pain
I'll be the villain, just play the game
