IN ENDLESS BLACK

IT BURNS THE WORLD

GREAT FATHER, I AM YOURS TO SWALLOW

Bright eyes shift over the vast openness of the fields. Normally she would not stay in such a place that left her vulnerable and easily seen but something causes her to linger, a little nagging thought that demands her to comply. So she submits to her instincts, leery and yet curious as to why she stays among the grass of the fields. The elk that had fallen at the beginning of winter is all but bones, picked and eaten away til there was nothing left. It is then she remembers the crowd, the onslaught of so many others and mentally she shutters at the memory. Surprised she had survived what little time she had spent in their presence, for their emotions had been smothering. Since then she had voided any and all others, as if trying to reboot her systems after that catastrophe. She had never been around so many before at one time and it had left her weak and susceptible to their emotions, so she did what she did best - Run!

It is now, that once again she finds the spot once clustered by so many others to now be vacant and empty. The silence is temptation as her sleek and tall frame seems to paint a target along her smooth black coat. Yet she is ever alert, ears constantly shifting and listening while bright eyes watch for any dangers. She appears void, lost in her shell. Safe from the world with her mask in place, standing there as if she were a mere decoration. Despite the fact there are no others near enough to cause to slip, but she can not help the way her body and mind are programmed for even in safety there is danger so long as there are others. As bright eyes once again seek out the bones of the fallen, wondering if the elk had died from some sickly emotion. Serves it right if so, it could only blame itself for it's death. For here she was safe and alive and would continue to do so; forever watching the world around her fail.

lycoris

THE VULTURE PRINCESS