09-07-2021, 11:32 PM
YOU'RE WALKING IN THE SHADOWS OF YOUR FEAR AND YOU'RE HEADED
FOR THE GALLOWS SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
FOR THE GALLOWS SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
He has hidden himself well in the forest, but even things hidden can still be found.
It was not difficult for him to disappear entirely in the dark, being a creature made of shadow. He has learned how to stand with eyes downcast to partially obscure the red of his eyes, the only things that ever gave him away, but besides that, he was more or less a ghost.
Somehow though, she still finds him, even if she has not quite realized it yet.
Her soft glow encroaches upon his darkness, but instead of recoiling from it he becomes curious. Silent, he trails after her—a shadow chasing the light, each of them being the very thing the other could not exist without. He has the advantage of inaudible footsteps, but there is still caution in the way that he follows; never getting too close, never moving too fast, and choosing to stay within the shadows of the trees rather than interrupt the faint twilight that strains through the top of the forest with his dark body.
Tonight, he is not hungry. Tonight, he is looking only for entertainment, for a way to distract himself from the moments of weakness he had caved into over the autumn—and how badly he did not want to face Despoina.
“What are the bones for?” he says, still some ways behind her. Far enough away to give him a chance to avoid any kind of power she might be hiding, knowing there was a chance he may have startled her.
It was not difficult for him to disappear entirely in the dark, being a creature made of shadow. He has learned how to stand with eyes downcast to partially obscure the red of his eyes, the only things that ever gave him away, but besides that, he was more or less a ghost.
Somehow though, she still finds him, even if she has not quite realized it yet.
Her soft glow encroaches upon his darkness, but instead of recoiling from it he becomes curious. Silent, he trails after her—a shadow chasing the light, each of them being the very thing the other could not exist without. He has the advantage of inaudible footsteps, but there is still caution in the way that he follows; never getting too close, never moving too fast, and choosing to stay within the shadows of the trees rather than interrupt the faint twilight that strains through the top of the forest with his dark body.
Tonight, he is not hungry. Tonight, he is looking only for entertainment, for a way to distract himself from the moments of weakness he had caved into over the autumn—and how badly he did not want to face Despoina.
“What are the bones for?” he says, still some ways behind her. Far enough away to give him a chance to avoid any kind of power she might be hiding, knowing there was a chance he may have startled her.
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Beyza