and he keeps waking up
but it's not to the sound of birds
but it's not to the sound of birds
Grey went in the night, for how little he slept and how long he wandered. He went in the night, when the world was quiet and asleep and he was so wide, wide awake with the shifting shadows inside him that would not let him rest.
He walked the long, lonely, strange path to the island everyone was talking about and paused when the beasts in the ocean stirred the surface. Their shadows were hidden in the dark midnight sea, but their bodies crested the water and their fins, and above all that, perhaps, their hunger. Their want. He could feel it. He could feel them wanting his flesh and his blood.
For awhile he stood there, watching, with the moon looking down with her bright silver eye. Did she judge him, for the thoughts that weighed down inside his head? At last, Grey turned away from the promise swimming just below the surface and toward the island’s silhouette in the distance.
And then he enters a land that is too otherworldly, with sand that glows in the moonlight and waves that seem to whisper to him and creatures that look out at him from the shadows as if they might know what is in his heart, with eyes too keen. Grey has tested the magic of this world once before, and he is not ready to do it again, not here in the dark with blackness in his veins.
The unicorn turns and walks away, back across the bridge, past the monsters who call to him from the deep, to the land he is familiar with. And yet the island haunts him, in his dreams and in his thoughts. Something, oh something is not right about it.
STAFF EDIT***
@grey has rolled a 5! He has been awarded +180 signos.
