03-16-2016, 10:37 PM
{ i thought the past would last me; but the darkness got there too }
they are black, in the night their blackness is a consuming void. Well his is. But she shares that world with him. Often its only the nervous look in her eyes that tell him she wants to dissapear. Dissapear into that world that he creates. This night that is exactly what he has done. On the beaches, against their silvery waters, and crystal sands. He is all but nothing. A void of darkness. Her dark purple wings and elephant tusks glint against the light, along with her darkly purple mane and tail to match. Their mother lays nearby under the alchove of the rock, where the statue stands. He is not amongst the women in their dream world. No this is his time, this is his hour. This is his world where he is king, and no one can defeat him. This is time that others cower. This is the time that others scream and beg for mercy. But from what? From creatures like him.
They were like him, preditors in their own right, but none had the senses that he did. None could know the sheer power that their every cell could contain. He did. Its a lonely world, he could give that, but at the same time... No one dared bother him, thus far not a single foal had come to pick on him. No it was as if they almost feared him. Could they? Could they fear him? Was darkness something to be afraid of? He couldn't know. It was as if day was here for him. In their world of warmth and yellows, that is where he finds his own darkness, but at night... at night this is his realm the cool blue light, the quiet breathes of sleeping innocence.
He gets up shaking off the power letting lie dorment within him, though containing it was harder than letting it loose. Everything about him wanted to stay invisible to the world, whether his mind wanted that or not. Even when he does use the power most still found it dificult to look at him, it was hard to keep the black coat in focus.
They were like him, preditors in their own right, but none had the senses that he did. None could know the sheer power that their every cell could contain. He did. Its a lonely world, he could give that, but at the same time... No one dared bother him, thus far not a single foal had come to pick on him. No it was as if they almost feared him. Could they? Could they fear him? Was darkness something to be afraid of? He couldn't know. It was as if day was here for him. In their world of warmth and yellows, that is where he finds his own darkness, but at night... at night this is his realm the cool blue light, the quiet breathes of sleeping innocence.
He gets up shaking off the power letting lie dorment within him, though containing it was harder than letting it loose. Everything about him wanted to stay invisible to the world, whether his mind wanted that or not. Even when he does use the power most still found it dificult to look at him, it was hard to keep the black coat in focus.
