01-25-2021, 03:03 AM
Sleep tended to elude him on nights like this. Clear, pale nights where the moon was the brightest and the stars relayed their distances by twinkling against the dark ink of the sky. More oft then not, Brandy found his paws dragging in the sand, his eyes sunken in and his vision lowered. The way the crack ran down his soul, eating at his muscles and causing some kind of.. dizziness. Some kind of hunger in his.. body? His soul? He couldn't fathom what could ease his starvation, but as he walked, it brought him right back to the huts.
A soft sigh exited his muzzle. It always led him here, this feeling, this hunger. And it was slowly dawning on him what the hunger truly was, what he was really looking for. And the longer he walked, the more often these sleepless nights plagued him, the more he truly wanted to avoid this place. Maybe he should have stayed in the sea, remained asleep for some kind of demon to take his soul and return it back to his home. Clearly, he wasn't the original.
But the mumblings from her muzzle caused his head to turn, green visionaries searching porches until he found the white figure hidden underneath the porch cover, moonlight barely drafting her pages and the subtle sense of fear in the air causing his stomach to turn. Brandy bit his lip for a moment, and considered turning and running, tail tucked around his leg. His namesake slowly reminded him, the vision of what his mother once was, and he shook it off, slowly stepping closer. "Lucy? You awake?" He questioned as he approached, his voice lowered to provide those perhaps sleeping nicely peace and quiet yet.
"SPEECH"
[align=center]♡♡♡A soft sigh exited his muzzle. It always led him here, this feeling, this hunger. And it was slowly dawning on him what the hunger truly was, what he was really looking for. And the longer he walked, the more often these sleepless nights plagued him, the more he truly wanted to avoid this place. Maybe he should have stayed in the sea, remained asleep for some kind of demon to take his soul and return it back to his home. Clearly, he wasn't the original.
But the mumblings from her muzzle caused his head to turn, green visionaries searching porches until he found the white figure hidden underneath the porch cover, moonlight barely drafting her pages and the subtle sense of fear in the air causing his stomach to turn. Brandy bit his lip for a moment, and considered turning and running, tail tucked around his leg. His namesake slowly reminded him, the vision of what his mother once was, and he shook it off, slowly stepping closer. "Lucy? You awake?" He questioned as he approached, his voice lowered to provide those perhaps sleeping nicely peace and quiet yet.
"SPEECH"
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TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN