Beneath his feet, beneath the moon // Bardot

[Bardot]

Bardot

I know what sin is

Once the little unicorn had freed herself from the shackles of the misty woods (the manacles of waiting),  she discovered a renewed desire for wandering. Nerine still holds much of her interest but she feels lured to the common lands, to the River in particular. It had been a long time since she had come which was strange considering how much time she use to spend here. Loss is cruel like that, snatching the joy from the things and places that had once brought her happiness. Once she had trolled these riverbanks and found the most interesting of companions. Only a few silver scars at the base of her arched neck remain from her last encounter here but she cherishes them now, those markings. She hadn’t once but that was before he had disappeared. Before they had all gone missing. Despite the gentle rush of rapids that beckons to her, she doesn’t sink her slender body into the cold embrace. She is still damp from her travels here, flakes of ice clinging to the passionflowers entwined in her raven mane. Moonlight caresses the smoky onyx horn that spirals from her forehead as she moves beneath its cool path. Golden eyes sharp and watchful as she scans the waterline and then freezes as a dark mass moves against the water. Suddenly the mass is thrashing against the surface and she doesn’t waste time, old instincts as an Amazon making her flex muscles beneath her buttermilk coat, taking a defensive position as she lowers her head and her horn. The shape breaches the shoreline but she is still too far away to truly make out whatever the creature could be. Curiosity naturally peaks her interest but she hesitates. It’s not out of fear of something that could hurt her, it’s more an anxiety of even meeting someone new that might only disappear again. Just as everyone else had. It’s the song that follows shortly after that makes her lift her pretty head. Haunting notes that weave between her curved ears, entwines itself around her heart, sinks into her soul. She’s never heard such beautiful music before and her hooves move of their own accord, following the rise and fall of the song. She finds him just around the bend, standing in a clear patch of light that shines from the overhanging moon. She has known handsome males before but he is something different, stars hovering over his backside and that soothing lullaby that slips from his pale mouth. Before she knows it, she has come up beside him and then she is standing before him, gazing up with a glint in her golden eyes and a smile on her own dark lips. She says nothing, simply watches him sing, because she would hate to disrupt such a beautiful thing. She doesn't want it to stop. In the back of her mind, beneath the lull of his power, she remembers that beauty can be dangerous. There is a thrill of anticipation that works its way up her spine, makes her shiver in the cold. It had been so long since she had met a beautiful dangerous thing and her smile only deepens as she watches him and waits for his song to end, the floral scent of her flowers rising to combine with the rich melody of his voice.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;

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