08-16-2015, 02:44 PM
Mistaking hunger for love,
I might make a meal of you and not even notice.
I might make a meal of you and not even notice.
He moves quietly over the meadow grasses just as the moon reaches its highest point in the sky. Lately he had preferred this time of night. A different kind of silence falls over the land as every other creature draws its sleeping breath, interrupted only by an occasional breeze that rattles leaves nearby. His eyes drift across the others who either can't find sleep or simply come here to avoid it catching up with them. Vulgaris wonders why they come here or why their dreams terrify them enough to chase them away. Do they dream of sounds, pain, and then red as he does?
Are they alone like he is?
His tongue runs across each pointed tooth as he loses himself to his thoughts once again. Still, his body continues on without him. The scaled legs move a bit slower with each step as he drifts closer to the center of the meadow. He stands out here, nearly white in a sea of browns and greens. The scales along his shoulders, hips, and cheeks are still a bit darker but he knows they will match the rest of him soon enough.
Vulgaris sighs slowly as he finally dismisses his endless questions and worries in favor of studying his surroundings. Now, alone with just this eerie silence, he wonders where Shiya is. Normally they gravitated toward one another for whatever reason but he had yet to even find her scent on the winds. It makes his heart sick and his stomach churn at the idea that she might not be around but he doesn't dare entertain the thought for more than a moment.
He swallows hard and tries to focus on only his surroundings.
Are they alone like he is?
His tongue runs across each pointed tooth as he loses himself to his thoughts once again. Still, his body continues on without him. The scaled legs move a bit slower with each step as he drifts closer to the center of the meadow. He stands out here, nearly white in a sea of browns and greens. The scales along his shoulders, hips, and cheeks are still a bit darker but he knows they will match the rest of him soon enough.
Vulgaris sighs slowly as he finally dismisses his endless questions and worries in favor of studying his surroundings. Now, alone with just this eerie silence, he wonders where Shiya is. Normally they gravitated toward one another for whatever reason but he had yet to even find her scent on the winds. It makes his heart sick and his stomach churn at the idea that she might not be around but he doesn't dare entertain the thought for more than a moment.
He swallows hard and tries to focus on only his surroundings.
Vulgaris
I am a bed of coals and your mouth
sets fire to parts of me I forgot I could feel.
I am a bed of coals and your mouth
sets fire to parts of me I forgot I could feel.