The sun was setting on the horizon, another day coming to an end. They did that, now. Day and night and dusk and dawn, the sky was constantly changing, and he found himself struggling to keep up.
He and his twin, they'd been born into the Dark. They're world had been comprised of shadow and cold and quiet decay from the moment they'd opened their eyes. It had been birth all over when the day returned, the sun a violent brilliance that his eyes had taken a week to adjust to.
Even now, the ink dark youth preferred the night. It was what he was used to, after all. His mother's had celebrated the return of the sun, a reaction lost on him then, and now. That was why the sun was going down, and he was stretching his legs out of the homeland he'd been born to, and at last exploring the greater world. There was quite a lot of it, and he found himself intrigued by why he'd seen so far.
Stars blinked awake overhead, the darkest parts of the sky absorbing the gaudy sunset colors as they bleed across the heavens. He wouldn't miss it. Not when the cold blue-white fire that ringed his head illuminated the way. It picked out the subtle hues of white and gold, flowers blooming in the heat leftover from the day. Somewhere, honeysuckle was blooming, and it painted the air with its sweet scent. So different from the salt soaked winds of home.
It was still this evening, and hot and humid. A summer storm was brewing but wouldn't be here for a while. Not soon enough to wash away the thick air. Wings held away from his body, Cross walked without much purpose, intending only to see where the night lead him. Some place interesting, he hoped.
@[Lillia]
He and his twin, they'd been born into the Dark. They're world had been comprised of shadow and cold and quiet decay from the moment they'd opened their eyes. It had been birth all over when the day returned, the sun a violent brilliance that his eyes had taken a week to adjust to.
Even now, the ink dark youth preferred the night. It was what he was used to, after all. His mother's had celebrated the return of the sun, a reaction lost on him then, and now. That was why the sun was going down, and he was stretching his legs out of the homeland he'd been born to, and at last exploring the greater world. There was quite a lot of it, and he found himself intrigued by why he'd seen so far.
Stars blinked awake overhead, the darkest parts of the sky absorbing the gaudy sunset colors as they bleed across the heavens. He wouldn't miss it. Not when the cold blue-white fire that ringed his head illuminated the way. It picked out the subtle hues of white and gold, flowers blooming in the heat leftover from the day. Somewhere, honeysuckle was blooming, and it painted the air with its sweet scent. So different from the salt soaked winds of home.
It was still this evening, and hot and humid. A summer storm was brewing but wouldn't be here for a while. Not soon enough to wash away the thick air. Wings held away from his body, Cross walked without much purpose, intending only to see where the night lead him. Some place interesting, he hoped.
@[Lillia]