these people keep to themselves,
The moon was as beautiful as she was clever; as lonely as she were mysterious and as much as she tried to hold onto the world, it slowly pushed her away.
She was the moon in namesake and for all else; d'Mani. She was fair in form with a strangely puppy-like pelt of pristine white, marred with silver brindling over her flanks like the moon's very face. Small and quaint, she was, a creature born to never truly hide but to stand out among others. Her beauty was undeniable and yet, the world was not so beautiful to her; her mother had been taken, her father alongside she and her siblings scattered. Vulcan was gone in the fire of his namesake and Alyeska? Iskra? Like the stars, they too disappeared come the light of day. She had been kind back then - in awe of the world and with endless innocence. Things had been grand and she had collected stones, shells, feathers - anything! But now? She had not a den to keep her trinkets within nor a family to tell her whimsical tales too; like the moon - she was alone.
And like the moon she drifted, slow and steady across the sandy shoreline. It was the closest she had been to Litherum in eons; it lacked the salted air and the cry of gulls, but the sand was at least familiar between her toes. Paracon had never truly been home, not ever, for each and every day she had wished for the great ocean - an ocean that now lay out of reach, untouchable for who knew how long. She had sought it, and she had found it; it seemed the Earth no longer wanted the Moon to linger - the tides no longer wished for her. They didn't need her and she had spent the last two years showing her other face.
A thief in the night she had become; food, stories, it did not matter. She gravitated towards the desperate, the needy, the powerful - she wanted to take all that was left in the world before she departed. One day, she was sure, that she would simply dissipate and return to her namesake; the Moon had been trapped on Earth. She resented it.
She continued along the shoreline, her nose low to the sand and lapping water as she bounced along; she knew well it would draw attention to the others that lingered nearby and part of her hoped one, or two (it did not matter) would approach her. After all, her precious Moon was beginning to rise and hues of pinks and golds illuminated across her pelt like a mirror.
Finally she came to a halt, swaying so lightly in the summer breeze as she simply watched her companion rise in the sky. Her features were forlorn; wide eyed, ears slightly fluttering back. Soon, somebody would come.
all living in their own hell |
