11-02-2020, 09:55 PM
your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth
When they are sleeping, their thoughts become more sinister.
When the moon is high and the stars bathe the land with their muted glow, the minds of those basking in the light become warped, somehow...twisted. That lucid, dream like state more often than not calls to a more feral part of them, and without prying eyes or questioning mouths to stop them, they indulge their darker natures. Much like a tiger kept caged for too long, their thoughts are ferocious and predatory, a testament to their true selves they keep carefully hidden away. He listens to all of them. Curious about some, nauseated by others...still, he listens. The daylight is no place for such monsters, but the nighttime is the devils playground.
Night is not so far off. Winter brings with her an almost everlasting darkness, but for now, the sun is fighting bravely. Already the stars have made their way above the horizon, and he pauses to admire their brightness against the oranges and yellows cast by a dying sun. He can see the moon just above the trees, and with it the promise of another interesting night. Not that he has any plans, but he cannot speak for the other who call this place home. While his thoughts are certainly not pure, they are wholly his own, unless a magician should happen his way. No, his own thoughts are tinted by the darkness he hears in others, though to a slightly lesser degree. It is, he thinks, simply a consequence of the night. If the moon can control something as significant as the tide, what chance do they stand? And so the grulla stallion settles in, his facial eyes half closed but his mental eyes scanning, looking for the newest monster to hide behind a pretty face.
keel