Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
He is exhausted. The last days have begun to take their toll upon him, sapping him of strength he had thought inexhaustible. But he has so much he must do yet. And so he continues on, ignoring his body’s warnings.
He stumbles forward, frowning. Yellow eyes blink into the unfamiliar shadows of the pine wood. He had not intended to come here, yet somehow he had. Never before have the shadows refused to obey his whim. If he had paused to consider it, he might have realized how disease might sap one of strength. How that strength is so necessary to do what he must.
But he does not pause to consider it. He does not recognize the symptoms for what they are, instead pushing ever onwards. Until even his invisible might cannot push him far enough.
Shrinking into the cool comfort of the shadows, he peers uncertainly around him. Slipping through the welcome familiarity, he rounds a tree only to pause abruptly to avoid bumping into another. He steps quickly backwards, allowing his pitch dark frame to melt into the darkness of the mist, only his golden eyes blinking at her from the darkness.
She is beautiful, a creature of subtle teal and purple with an undeniable air of fragility about her delicate form. The ephemeral touch of shadow marbles her skin, and for a moment Ether almost wishes he could touch her as they do.
“Where am I?” he finally whispers, the reality of his situation intruding, dismissing those wayward thoughts. Refusing to allow the implications of those foreign impulses to settle.
ether
@[polaris]