in this hole, that is me...the dead are rolling over
The darkness has always called to him, singing a sirens song that he could not resist. Perhaps it had to do with his breeding, or the celestial markings on his legs, or the frightening gift the Gods had bestowed upon him. Whatever it was, he has listened, gorging himself on moonlight and starshine though never getting his fill. He basks in their muted glow like a housecat in the sun, but still he craves more. Greedy, perhaps, but who is he to deny his temptresses?
Tonight, he is not the only thing out amongst the stars. He sees the girl immediately, though he makes no immediate move towards her. For now, he is content to watch, and he is enthralled by the way she pushes and pulls the star she has created, allowing it to travel in front of her before it winds itself back around her slender neck. They are a matched set, he and the starfire filly, though he lacks the impressive headwear and plumage. His party trick is very well hidden, and for the moment, he remains that way. But his mouth twists upwards in the hint of a smile, a smile that gives away little to his true intentions but there all the same. As the star shoots away, he closes his eyes, allowing the flesh to fall from his frame and bleach-white bones to take its place. He glows blue in the moonlight, though it is only a trick of the light and not a true radiance that he is emitting. It is more than enough to startle any small creature that was lurking around him, but he pays them no mind. He has eyes only for the winged girl who makes playthings of stars.
Quickly, he slips into the very edges of the forest surrounding the meadow. In his skeletal form he moves easily through the trees, and there is no coat or mane and tail to become tangled in the underbrush. She is just ahead of him, but facing away, which works perfectly for his wicked little plan. It is not meanness, necessarily, but he certainly harbors a wicked streak. When the distance is closed he breaks from the trees, the jingle of branch to rib bone the only indication of his presence. He announces his presence with one word, one very fitting word for the skeleton shifting star lover...
”Boo.”
--CHEMOSH