Tragic words

Fuck this place was weird. White as bone, the kind that's been out in the sun, bleached and... strange. Moving across the ground with her claws clicking, head high. Moving with a rolling lope, graceful and elastic. It's as if she barely touches the ground, moving beneath the moonlight. She's having a damn good time. It's on evenings like this that she runs alone, she spends time with herself. Selene isn't an introvert by choice, it's by necessity only. That's what happens when you don't have anyone or anything to put your name to, after all.


It's too late that she sees the man. Tumbling, tush over tea kettle. The star soaked streak of light laughs as she lands, but spits her words easily. "Shit."