how strange it is that a true child of light would dive so deep into the dark?
night has fallen on this day, a night so unlike any other nights.the stars, they hide behind thick clouds as if to warn her, as if to refuse to guide her path for she is destined to die. the moon is a dull cresent shape, hiding away as well and yet peeking out to watch the show that is about to commense. the land has quieted, not even the creatures of the night dare to come out. it is so very dark this night, shadows filing in all around the grounds and swarming around a slender fast moving form. they seem to lurch at her, grabbing at her frame and intertwining with her short hairs. they seem to push at her, attempting to force her to turn back, to leave the path she has chosen to follow. i worry for i see the determination plain on her beautifully innocent palette but i can also feel the fear and anxiety rise off of her in waves. sleepless nights and even longer days have driven the beauty from her hiding spot.
she moves with stealth, fear keeping her steps light and silent. she remembers the smell of blood, the smell of death and even though she was safe and alive, her dreams had been filled with horrendus memories. she had vomited repeatedly, cried silently, hid in fear and disgust. for half a day she had sat staring at the dead beast before her. for half a day, she had smelled rotting flesh. for half a day, she had died herself. there was an ache within her, a desperation for protection. she knew no one, knew nothing except for the fallen angel from before who had dared to save her. i feel sorry for him, for it is he she is looking for. the crave had started out small, just a simply memory, simple movements. he had left when she said for him to go away. that was all it took, him leaving for her to realize that he meant no harm. that actually, he meant to save her even though he himself had a horribly dislocated joint. he had frightened her, blood covering his light white, tainting his pure looking coat.
now, now she needed him for there were worse monsters out there than he.
the red haired lady shifts along the earth, as if dancing an intricate dance for eyes to gaze upon and applaud. she was so plain, so normal looking that how could one percieve her as beautiful? it is because this lihli is of the rarest of flowers, one holding a purity within her that makes her so very elegant and appealing to any eye. she has no idea of what gift she holds, has no idea of the serverity of her beauty. that only makes her even more pretty. she is a slender maiden, a calm, gentle spirit that is so easily scarred. her life rough, her past a secret, like a constant damsel in distress never truly accepting the knight's bravery. she has a token to give him, her fallen angel, though she has no idea if he will recieve it or if he would even be here. his scent is so faded it seems like he himself has died. it is the only scent she has of him, besides the strong musk of blood, he carries an aroma of strong earth, a scent of dirt and rain. it leads her here, leads her to this place of hopeful security.
she pauses, other scents crashing into her nares and causing her to back onto her haunches as head lifts from the earth adn gentle hazels scan the terrain. she cannot smell him any longer, cannot pinpoint him no more. the others are more potent, cutting him from her senses and causing a panic to swell within her. her front paw lifts, tail slipping between her legs as she continues to hopelessly scan the area for him. she sniffs at the air, inhaling deeply but he is gone. her knight is lost to her and she is now alone. she had traveled so far, had gone through such a dark age. even now, the stars and moon choose to break free from the cover of the clouds only to mock her, to laugh at her foolish attempt to find safety. his face remains in her mind, his pale coat drifting over her eyes. only he wasnt here and she was simply a lost dog looking for some pathetic dream. perhaps it had been fake, perhaps it had all been fake. he was never really there, that is why his scent is so faded. she can feel it all closing in now, i can see the turmoil plain upon her delicate palette as she lowers her haunches to the ground fully. where could she go? nowhere. she had nothing, no one. all she knew was this masked creature who was literally her only hope and even he did not exist.
a sigh
a shudder
and the girl falls to the earth, night covering her small, fragile form as she curls into a ball, burying her nose within the safety of her very being. she may look more fox like if anything. to me, she looked absolutely beautiful, curled into a ball at the edge of the borders as she was simply taking her rest. we both know the truth though; she had nowhere else to go, nothing else to do
so
she just lays there
a true angel cloaked in black with a hint of now broken innocence about her.
"Speech Speech Speech"
Lihli
broken innocence;
damsel || lone || four
Photo and Table by Pompeii
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