Do you have any idea how weird it feels to have a home? A place that I actually want to return to? I could probably live out the rest of my life in Ischia. It’s hard not to fall in love with the place that your foals were born and also - the weather is pretty perfect for someone like me. I get chilled pretty easy. Like right now? Sure it’s spring but the sun has gone down and I am feeling chilled. I wouldn’t mind a nice snack to fill my belly because life is always a little less cold after a meal but I’m wary about hunting in such public areas.
I’m ashamed of the food my body craves, of the gleaming and sharp black teeth in my mouth. I will not risk any of my friends finding me like that.
Night will provide some cover, but also night means it’s colder, and this is all a long way to say I have no idea what to do with myself. So I’m standing the shore of the river, pouting and almost-distracted by the way the full moon dances on the moving water.
I wish I was home. Wish I was curled up in my favourite grove with my favourite two foals, carefully curled around them so the sharp edges of my body don’t hurt them.
Tomorrow night, I promise myself in the growing darkness. Tomorrow night I will be home again. |
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