10-29-2016, 02:25 PM
Alivia
I believe the night I’ve never met hides one elusive star I need
The creature. Great and golden like the sun gods. He is moving, stealing her away with the course of blood rich veins and dark, dark pit-less eyes. He is upon her before she can even exhale. The breath choking and swelling in her throat like a cry that is cut off when one is strangled to death and left in a dirty alley way.
Gold, gold, gold. The gold is stinging her eyes. She flinches against his breath as something that is not quite dead seems to carry in their own orbiting atmosphere. She waits (as she always would) for a flash of teeth that dare nibble upon her throat.
But-
IT SPEAKS! No, no. Not it...he. The horned beast with flickering tongue was a he. The woman remains still watching with glittering hard eyes. A steady thud-thud of her whooshing pulse steadies her, help to gain control. The creature inspects her for something...missing? She can tell by the scrutinizing eyes, the prod of his attention, making her feel naked.
The woman swings her end around as he is too close, much too close. She watches him from the deep indigo of her tangled forelock. "Liv." The syllable is small and almost missed in the cool autumn air (saved for only the sight of a small frosted cloud that encapsulated it). She does not fear the boogeyman and his tricks but this goat...this stallion...
(this creature)
Proved something, withdrew something, harnessed her. Lightly feathered hocks halt so she may look him over despite her slightly smaller size. He was unlike anything she had ever seen and she womdered how much more she dared to see.
Gold, gold, gold. The gold is stinging her eyes. She flinches against his breath as something that is not quite dead seems to carry in their own orbiting atmosphere. She waits (as she always would) for a flash of teeth that dare nibble upon her throat.
But-
IT SPEAKS! No, no. Not it...he. The horned beast with flickering tongue was a he. The woman remains still watching with glittering hard eyes. A steady thud-thud of her whooshing pulse steadies her, help to gain control. The creature inspects her for something...missing? She can tell by the scrutinizing eyes, the prod of his attention, making her feel naked.
The woman swings her end around as he is too close, much too close. She watches him from the deep indigo of her tangled forelock. "Liv." The syllable is small and almost missed in the cool autumn air (saved for only the sight of a small frosted cloud that encapsulated it). She does not fear the boogeyman and his tricks but this goat...this stallion...
(this creature)
Proved something, withdrew something, harnessed her. Lightly feathered hocks halt so she may look him over despite her slightly smaller size. He was unlike anything she had ever seen and she womdered how much more she dared to see.