let them see your black heart, baby

China Rose Lykoi · 03-12-2011, 06:05 AM

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Dusk was falling over the world, a twilight blanket that bathed the frosty ground in an ever-growing darkness. She who walked amongst the pines could feel it, but did not fear it, for she was within the border of skulls and was therefore safe. The silver girl did not venture beyond this invisible barrier - Bad things happened beyond it. There was beasts out there with red eyes and black hearts, and when the darkness came, so too did they; lust on their tongues and death in their gaze.

These thoughts were subconscious, hidden deep in the murky, muddied waters of her mentality. The Lykoi princess had grown about such thoughts, and although they festered like tumors within her brain they did not awaken to terrorize her.

The air was mild, kissing blushing limbs and cheeks and coloring each soft exhale that with it brought a cloud of smoke. The stench was wafted away, but it would cling to her pelt. It issued from the small cylinder held at a jaunty angle between two of her fingers; lackadaisically, obviously habitual to the young woman. She was in her element, with the stars winking palely overhead and the pleasant mists of a high to obscure the jagged edges of her mind from view.

The devious creature was different from the one that had emerged from Juniper Peace. She had retained many aspects of her former shell - an incurable curiosity and mischievous outset, a firm belief in the powers of love over all else. But there were many fissures in the mask she wore. Where was the Earthmother when she needed her? In her heart, in her soul? A vibrant sparkle that had once been permanently within Lapis Lazuli now flickered there like a broken bulb at a rundown gasoline station. Sometimes, she felt it. Sometimes, she did not.

On this coming night, China had left Sage behind, back in the depths of the Forest of Nod. She had been peacefully sketching when her silver sibling had gone walkabout, and China knew that if the tawny beauty wanted her, her smokey trail would be easy to follow. Aside from that scent the girl left no mark - Her footsteps were naturally silent, and she melted between the silhouettes pines like a rogue wraith, a silver nymph born of the forest itself. Those of her family had never had difficulty becoming a part of the flora, from disappearing completely.

Just as suddenly, He had appeared. He was a shadow, and for a moment a tremor of nameless fear clutched at her breast. Then bloomed an irrational knowing, for although she could not have been visually certain, there was a link between her and him that existed beyond the world of the natural and the explainable. "... Micah?" gentle tone wavered sweetly into the air, and she took a step closer towards the gangly male silhouette lingering on the other side of the stakes, he who was backdropped with splendid pink and mauve. Could it truly be?

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