are the dead really silent?
I peered at her, seeing the reflection of my own orange and black eyes in her electric blue ones. She had an understandable nervousness that was still obviously uncalled for. I was large, though this our second meeting I was a stranger, and she was carrying pups within her. However, the fact was that I had yet to do anything to harm her and from the moment we had met she had been challenging me. It was only my silence that unsettled her. The world and winds around us screamed of violence, maybe her mind did as well.
Blinking, breaking the stare, my head tilts in confusion. Monster? Demon? My curiosity seems to have taken me somewhere further than the natural world could have considered. I look at her, concerned for her. The energy that flows from her is more chaotic and scared than I could have believed possible for one who was sheltered by home. I look just beyond her into the plains. There were stories, rumors, whispers, and words about this place. Her words only added to the uncertainty.
“You, and this place.” My voice is quiet, and calm. I do not wish to upset her further, the pups within her would feel the unease. I could not harm their innocence. “You fear me a demon’s spawn, yet you seek shelter from me with a Monster? Maybe it is not I who causes you to question your beliefs, but your beliefs that are begging you to question them yourself?” I sit down in front of her, masked head still tilted to the side. I have done nothing but follow this woman. Why does she fear me so? Why do I want to follow her?
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; fatelessXheartless; wandering ghost |