07-05-2015, 07:58 PM
know. And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
He knew he wouldn’t stay unnoticed for long. The field was a place of active hunters and mostly stationary prey. They were eager to be caught and the hunters were satisfied to cater their desires. Even if he were to have tried concealing himself even further, he knew he wouldn’t escape the most observant or persistent. But he wasn’t here to hide away; Michaelis was here to be courted.
Even though the light ruins his vision, his unusually sharp hearing remains unchanged. He was grateful for that one small favor. They flicker alertly towards the oncoming figure and he still attempts to make her frame out with mismatched eyes. But he soon drops the endeavor as he tires of the strain on his eyes. Soon even his flimsy visor will be useless anyway as the sun rises farther and farther above the horizon.
Comforting indeed. Michaelis still remained more than slightly annoyed with the whole experience which had landed him with this condition. But he supposed it could have been a lot worse. Such as eaten by that giant dinosaur or smashed by a giant fairy. Although it still doesn’t prevent him from remaining miffed over the whole ordeal.
“I’d describe them as more annoying than anything else,” he replies amusedly.
But they are interrupted by another before he could divulge his name. He’s long since given up trying to squint through his blurry eyes, but he still instinctively swings his head to face the newcomer. This time it was a young stallion and Michaelis listens quietly as he also offers an introduction. He appears very well-spoken and perhaps a little wise beyond his years, but that appeals greatly to the shadow child.
“Pesky things, shadows are. You never truly realize what their purpose is.”
And Michaelis knew this first hand. They tended to be clingy, suffocatingly so, but he could understand their desires as well. They longed to be seen, appreciated for their dark beauty. This is why they clung to him so; he was one of the few who could differentiate them individually instead of a giant mass of daunting blackness.
“Greetings Engelfors and Ramiel. I’m Michaelis.
He would wait for them to begin the courting. What kind of bait would the hunters use to entice their prey?
( The Shadow Child )