10-01-2021, 05:44 PM
The musical notes that drift into the air in a twinkling sound is enough for Maylene’s green eyes to darken with shadow, pulling the darkness into her skin until she is invisible amongst it, hidden and shrouded from the other. The invisibility only lasts for a moment as the night becomes illuminated with the softest, gentlest green light Maylene had ever laid her eyes on. Curious, the folds of shadow pry away just enough to show the green-blazed face that matches the darkness of her keen eyes. The light is brighter than it feels against the obsidian of her face and Maylene blinks to adjust to it. Still it is only the frame of her face that is shown to the glowing girl, nearly hesitant and unsure in the presence of a stranger.
She is speaking to her, but Maylene merely blinks in response. Her throat tightens at the thought of speaking in the way the girl is speaking, wondering if she would be able to create any audible sound that is more than the clicks and whistles in which her mother communicated. She is not frightened, not in any way, but lacks the knowledge in how to interact with a beast that speaks, let alone one that is so very different from her - with light in all the dark parts, even in her eyes.
Maylene’s voice comes into the night air as a misunderstood series of clicks and chitters and might even be interpreted as simply the sounds of the forest. Maybe she would attempt to speak then, but she loses focus and turns her eyes to a third. The Shadow, what should be hers to control and should remain incapable of speaking, shares its voice with her. It only takes a few blinks for her to completely unravel the darkness around herself, revealing an equally dark coat and the aggression in the flick of her sharp tail behind her haunches.
Her ears fall into the thickness of her onyx mane, confused by such a creature. He is like her Creations but she knows immediately he is not; they do not speak nor do they disobey her. Maylene lowers her head, champing her mouth as her viridian gaze never leaves the familiar yellow of his own. She then throws her head back, a disgruntled snort leaving her flared nostrils. Something like the whistles of her Family emerge from her throat and then she pauses, taking a deep inhale before giving him a choked, gasping reply: “It is...you?” Darkness spreads from her feet and reaches out like ghostly, black fingers. She attempts to wrap her shadow into his own, curious and wondering a question she cannot speak - what was he truly, if not hers? The glowing girl is caught in the crossfire as Maylene’s darkness only knows to spread and would attempt to grasp at her as well - besides, isn’t dark always drawn to light?
She is speaking to her, but Maylene merely blinks in response. Her throat tightens at the thought of speaking in the way the girl is speaking, wondering if she would be able to create any audible sound that is more than the clicks and whistles in which her mother communicated. She is not frightened, not in any way, but lacks the knowledge in how to interact with a beast that speaks, let alone one that is so very different from her - with light in all the dark parts, even in her eyes.
Maylene’s voice comes into the night air as a misunderstood series of clicks and chitters and might even be interpreted as simply the sounds of the forest. Maybe she would attempt to speak then, but she loses focus and turns her eyes to a third. The Shadow, what should be hers to control and should remain incapable of speaking, shares its voice with her. It only takes a few blinks for her to completely unravel the darkness around herself, revealing an equally dark coat and the aggression in the flick of her sharp tail behind her haunches.
Her ears fall into the thickness of her onyx mane, confused by such a creature. He is like her Creations but she knows immediately he is not; they do not speak nor do they disobey her. Maylene lowers her head, champing her mouth as her viridian gaze never leaves the familiar yellow of his own. She then throws her head back, a disgruntled snort leaving her flared nostrils. Something like the whistles of her Family emerge from her throat and then she pauses, taking a deep inhale before giving him a choked, gasping reply: “It is...you?” Darkness spreads from her feet and reaches out like ghostly, black fingers. She attempts to wrap her shadow into his own, curious and wondering a question she cannot speak - what was he truly, if not hers? The glowing girl is caught in the crossfire as Maylene’s darkness only knows to spread and would attempt to grasp at her as well - besides, isn’t dark always drawn to light?
maylene
there’s a devil sitting on my shoulders
and he’s been talking to me
@erebos
@Saturnelle