these people keep to themselves,
Alone. Again. How shocking right? Honestly she found herself in such a predicament most nights of her life; the last time she had been given company had been when that strange warrior Iblis had given her time of day. Small talk as per usual but company nonetheless. It's not so much that she feared or fretted over loneliness or companionship; she was afraid of losing her words and losing her voice. Often she found herself talking to herself or singing songs to the trees - it not only passed time but ensured that she had a voice in case a day came where she had to use it. She'd been taught so many tales and long lost myths that it was almost a shame that she had wasted them all on the trees and rocks but her desire for company was outweighed by her desire to survive. Company meant friendship and friendship meant loss. The Moon did not need either of those things in her life.
For that reason, she avoided the gathering of wolves in the central area of the crater and stuck to the outer rim; the sharp ridge that overlooked the world had become hers and hers alone. Another had once come to sit by her - an overjoyed pup - and she had given him but a glance before taking her leave. Company was nice at times but the company of the ignorant or useless was not; what could she gained from him? Nothing. No stories, no curios information - not even a meal. Hell, he had not even flattered her. If they did not provide her with some kind of essential requirement then they could at least provide her with some kind of compliment or admiration of her. Was that too much to ask for?
Across the ridge she moved in long, bouncing strides; she stuck out in the midday sun, her ivory pelt illuminated like a beacon in itself. She strode with confidence and silent pride as she sought the prime viewing location; a spot beneath a young oak tree. Mild shade, enough to be seen beneath but enough to stop the sun from damaging her complexion and hindering her line of sight. It was there that she seated herself, her thick fox-like tail looped over her petite paws. It was there that she watched and hunted silently for her prey - for a loner with much to offer, or a pack wolf with a heart tender and ripe for the picking. Coiled up in the shade with her features twisted into an innocent grin - after all, masks were her talent.
all living in their own hell |
