03-11-2018, 01:15 PM
Hephaestus
It was midnight and the dark figure upon the beach seemed, but a shadow lost amongst the glowing plankton scattered along with shoreline. With the blue light behind him the black stallion appeared to be a specter amongst the living. Not of the land he had come to visit, he had somehow escaped the notice of those that resided there. A fact that he had been grateful of.
He’d been wandering Ischia for the past two nights. The glowing creatures had drawn him to the beach each night, mesmerizing him with their dancing blue light. Shrouded by the dark of night, he’d found peace amongst the rhythmic crashing of waves and the loud conversations of parrots perched in the towering tropical trees. Although the land had grown colder by the arrival of winter, the tropical paradise seemed almost untouched by the changed season.
Parrots still flew overhead, and his coat had remained short. The only sign of winter was a cool breeze blown off the water. He turned towards the ocean and gazed out upon it’s moonlit water. Far in the distance, beyond the reef, large waves birthed smaller waves – their tips kissed by the moon above. Crystalline water mirrored the stars above so clearly that he could almost count them.
Every night he’d crawled out of his hiding place to enjoy the serenity of a place as beautiful as Ischia. He’d found his peace once more and his soul had begun to settle. The flashes of his past had been lost amongst the miles of sand dunes and sea grass. He felt lighter somehow as he slowly forgot the need behind his solitude.
The night had become his mask, and one he donned proudly. There was no longer the worry of terrifying casual onlookers. His scars and deformities were shielded by the kindness of midnight. Here, with only the moon and the stars as his company he was free.
He’d been wandering Ischia for the past two nights. The glowing creatures had drawn him to the beach each night, mesmerizing him with their dancing blue light. Shrouded by the dark of night, he’d found peace amongst the rhythmic crashing of waves and the loud conversations of parrots perched in the towering tropical trees. Although the land had grown colder by the arrival of winter, the tropical paradise seemed almost untouched by the changed season.
Parrots still flew overhead, and his coat had remained short. The only sign of winter was a cool breeze blown off the water. He turned towards the ocean and gazed out upon it’s moonlit water. Far in the distance, beyond the reef, large waves birthed smaller waves – their tips kissed by the moon above. Crystalline water mirrored the stars above so clearly that he could almost count them.
Every night he’d crawled out of his hiding place to enjoy the serenity of a place as beautiful as Ischia. He’d found his peace once more and his soul had begun to settle. The flashes of his past had been lost amongst the miles of sand dunes and sea grass. He felt lighter somehow as he slowly forgot the need behind his solitude.
The night had become his mask, and one he donned proudly. There was no longer the worry of terrifying casual onlookers. His scars and deformities were shielded by the kindness of midnight. Here, with only the moon and the stars as his company he was free.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free