wow this is trash. :|
Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know.
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
His curiosity of the unknown could not entirely be contained, especially when it came to the strange occurrences of this land’s inbred magic. He’d been born and raised in the meadow; it was the home that he seemed to always return to. But now the familiar began to bleed into unfamiliar as the meadow now rested beside a looming forest.
He’s learned from his brief stint of living within the kingdom that the chamber’s towering pines that forests were filled with plenty of shadows to take shelter within. The sun’s rays found it more difficult to penetrate a thick canopy of branches and leaves than the open air of the meadow.
And Michaelis wasn’t one to pass up such an opportunity.
The blue roan strolled idly through the narrow pathways in-between the grove of trees. The undergrowth was still quite thick even though the sunlight had been greatly reduced in the area. But given some time the choking plants would soon die off and leave greater amounts of space between the numerous trees populating the forest. Most wither and die without the brilliant rays in their life. The shadow child was forced to abandon it and embrace the silvery moonlight in its place.
His mismatched eyes notice a stranger beside the solid beech tree and he is intrigued by the slight movement of her lips. She appears to be holding a conversation with only herself to answer. Michaelis wasn’t a stranger to unusual companions. Wind may be her faithful messenger, but shadows were his loyal friends. He wasn’t their master as he did not have the ability to create and necessarily manipulate. They sheltered him from the sun and when invisibility was needed they gladly enfolded him within their dark embrace.
But he saw them and he knew them intimately. They were jealous little things and demanded his attention constantly. Who was he to deny that others may have unseen companions? He is drawn towards the mare and halts an acceptable distance away. He didn’t want her to feel crowded or startled by his unexpected appearance. After all, this may very well be an extremely important conversation he was interrupting.
“Hello."
Michaelis
( The Shadow Child )
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
His curiosity of the unknown could not entirely be contained, especially when it came to the strange occurrences of this land’s inbred magic. He’d been born and raised in the meadow; it was the home that he seemed to always return to. But now the familiar began to bleed into unfamiliar as the meadow now rested beside a looming forest.
He’s learned from his brief stint of living within the kingdom that the chamber’s towering pines that forests were filled with plenty of shadows to take shelter within. The sun’s rays found it more difficult to penetrate a thick canopy of branches and leaves than the open air of the meadow.
And Michaelis wasn’t one to pass up such an opportunity.
The blue roan strolled idly through the narrow pathways in-between the grove of trees. The undergrowth was still quite thick even though the sunlight had been greatly reduced in the area. But given some time the choking plants would soon die off and leave greater amounts of space between the numerous trees populating the forest. Most wither and die without the brilliant rays in their life. The shadow child was forced to abandon it and embrace the silvery moonlight in its place.
His mismatched eyes notice a stranger beside the solid beech tree and he is intrigued by the slight movement of her lips. She appears to be holding a conversation with only herself to answer. Michaelis wasn’t a stranger to unusual companions. Wind may be her faithful messenger, but shadows were his loyal friends. He wasn’t their master as he did not have the ability to create and necessarily manipulate. They sheltered him from the sun and when invisibility was needed they gladly enfolded him within their dark embrace.
But he saw them and he knew them intimately. They were jealous little things and demanded his attention constantly. Who was he to deny that others may have unseen companions? He is drawn towards the mare and halts an acceptable distance away. He didn’t want her to feel crowded or startled by his unexpected appearance. After all, this may very well be an extremely important conversation he was interrupting.
“Hello."
( The Shadow Child )