Maybe The End

He wasn’t often unsettled, or it wasn’t easy to throw the massive man off his game, but this night was different. There was a lingering tension in the air, a feeling of uncertainty he just couldn’t shake. A sense of anticipation that was both uncomfortable and uneasy. For that reason he didn’t immediately approach the sliph of a woman. She was very near the subtle purple hue of the lights that danced around them, fitting in just as easily as his own coloration did. She was either an apparition, or similarly blessed as he was.

She smiled up at him gentle, her eyes sparkling as she seemed to silently invite him closer. There was no fear in his demeanor, no nervous energy to match the unnatural atmosphere. When she spoke Noir was much more certain of her physicality, she knew no more about the glowing lights and the full moon than he did. She was just as mortal as he was, but she seemed to doubt that fact with mystified vocals.

”What do you think?” He asked softly, his voice deep but smooth despite his intimidating appearance. Noir’s dark paws brought him closer to her while his dual toned eyes lifted to watch the fireflies dance past them.