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 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 1:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 2:09 pm
Night. It was the best time, nothing compared to it. Well she has never seen the bright light of the day, only the pale pink light of dusk and she preferred it that way. There was something about day light that was harsh and unforgiving. Night was not like that at all, it held those who wandered in its sweet embrace and showed them sights that Day Walkers never imagined. Sometimes it was lonely, but she had her spirit to keep her company and the stars above were always with her, guiding her along a path.
High in the sky a waxing crescent revealed to her that it was almost midnight. Stars twinkled above her head and Orion stood out the most to her. She was always saddened when Orion left the sky in the spring, but she knew that she would see her friend again when the world turn cold and winter came upon the land once again. It was a cycle and she very much liked the cycles of life, they fascinated her more than anything else. She loved stories, but they themselves were like cycles. Beginning to end and the end signifying the beginning of something new. Nothing truly ended.
Pnevma walked silently through the night, her spirit was quiet as he floated around her, sometimes he would vanish and then reappear. When she was little she asked him lots of questions about where he would go or who he was before. She never received a direct answer and sometimes she even thought her spirit was a female. Perhaps it was an androgynous spirit, taking on the characteristics of a male or female if it desired. Thinking too hard about it only caused her head to hurt.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 10:59 am
Large golden eyes framed by yellowed teeth blinked open in the darkness, their counterparts above shining dimly in the moonlight. It had been a long time since Samael had stayed awake all through the night, as he had determined to do this night. It might have been with his sister that he had last done it, staring up at the stars and oooooing in admiration at every hoot of the owls in the darkness. Tonight was different, though, because it was not quiet he heard, but the voices arguing with each other in his head.
It is past time for sleeping, said one, and the only way he could differentiate it from the other was the argument that was going on between them; otherwise, they had the same pitch and tone, the same volume, the same high notes and low notes, and that was what gave him trouble. One lead him toward good and the other bad, and sometimes, he could not tell which was which. You'll ruin your routine.
The stars are calling, said the other. The night, the quiet, the beating hearts of -
Samael shut his mind down with a sharp breath, and lowered his head to the sweet, dew-covered grass to take a bite. It was tasteless in his mouth, but he would not kill. Not so soon after his last full meal, three days ago. It was not time, and he had no right. He was a mix of predator and peacemaker, kalona and unicorn and something else all together that made very little sense to him; that part of him was the twist. His mother claimed that it had come from the stories, the same way she had gotten hers: from the moon, on the night when the spirits played tricks. They had given him his eyes and his extra wings, she said, as his father had only had one pair. Even so, he was not certain he believed in the twist every day. His voices fought over that, too.
Chewing the greens in his mouth, Samael lifted his head, and something caught his eye: a shadow ahead, with pale horns gleaming in the moonlight. His mouth froze mid-chew, and he hastily swallowed. It seemed there was another soul out in the night, after all, and he was about to meet it, whoever it was. "Hello?" he called softly, all four of his eyes squinting into the darkness, trying to make out more of the approaching soquili. Beyond the horns, he discerned a coat as dark as his, with something solid attached to the soquili's back. Flaxen hair shined as well, but that was all he could see. The teeth around his eyes closed protectively, and suddenly, his range of vision shortened. "Who goes there?
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 11:22 pm
Night spread out around her, calming her, claiming her. The spirit upon her back was silent as it too was captivated by the night and her rhythms. Something was out there in the night, something that was different, something that was strange. Pnevma was intrigued, she enjoyed the strange and the abnormal, for normal was a concept that did not exist. The shadowy figure saw her as soon as she saw it, his four yellow eyes stared at her, two from where eyes usually were and two from near his shoulders, but what fascinated her the most were the six large wings upon his back. Was he family? Perhaps a distant cousin, since father had told her about mother and her bloodline. Or it could just be some random soquili blessed with the wings. She did not care; she was going to consider him her family, “Hello Cousin. I am Pnevma Akhlys, a daughter of the Night and Chaos. Am I intruding on something? Are you of the night and darkness as well? Or perhaps that is only my family linage, thanks to my father’s blood.” She rambled on a bit, as she spoke the words that had been coming to her head, “Oh yes, I do believe that we are cousins. You have six wings, just like my brothers. I have eight wings, but I am still apart of the family.” Her tiny wings fluttered in excitement to have met another family member. It would be interesting to learn about what his family is like and how it compared to her own family dynamic. Even though she would not believe his words until she saw it for herself, it still would be an interesting story to hear.
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