When I Couldn't Sleep
01-11-2024, 08:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-11-2024, 10:51 PM by Kaiah. Edited 1 time in total.)
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Kaiah had never seen the ocean like this. The moonlight made the sand silver underfoot, and the water lit up neon blue with each ebb of the tide. It swirled at the edge of the world with its own alien light. Am I still dreaming? The thought came to her lazily as she stopped at the water's edge, trying to distinguish whether or not she could possibly be awake and the shore could possibly be so beautiful and so utterly quiet. She was so used to colors bursting in her mind—swirling and gliding and bubbling in constant motion—that the calm of night was almost eerie. Audits swiveled atop her head, but nothing came to them except the low hush of the waves, the noise nothing more than a faded blush of color behind her eyelids.
She rested her ivory tail over her paws as she sat back on her haunches. Everything about Kaiah was soft—her ears sported a few longer strands of fur that bent with gravity; her eyes gazed around with a gentle curiosity; even the way the wind blew ripples into her thick coat was with a purposeful softness. Beside her, the unnatural blue light of the ocean wavered and shimmered, and when Kaiah bent down to touch it, it kissed her nose with a thrill of cold.
Loneliness gnawed at her stomach like a festering plague. It had followed her here, like her shadow follows her in the light of the sun. She squeezed her heterochromia eyes shut, knowing their dual colors were one of the reasons she was this way. Why she was different.
Sorrow overflowed, and so did the moisture building in the corners of her eyes. A pair of tears, each identical to the other, flowed into the fur on opposite sides of her face. A whimper escaped her, and soon turned to a whine. The color of her pain was pink, flush and raw. And when she tilted her head back and let loose a howl, that color darkened until it bloomed purple in her mind. She was alone, but she could still sing, and she could still show the endless ocean before her what it was like to be alone.
ooc: Anyone is welcome!
Kaiah had never seen the ocean like this. The moonlight made the sand silver underfoot, and the water lit up neon blue with each ebb of the tide. It swirled at the edge of the world with its own alien light. Am I still dreaming? The thought came to her lazily as she stopped at the water's edge, trying to distinguish whether or not she could possibly be awake and the shore could possibly be so beautiful and so utterly quiet. She was so used to colors bursting in her mind—swirling and gliding and bubbling in constant motion—that the calm of night was almost eerie. Audits swiveled atop her head, but nothing came to them except the low hush of the waves, the noise nothing more than a faded blush of color behind her eyelids.
She rested her ivory tail over her paws as she sat back on her haunches. Everything about Kaiah was soft—her ears sported a few longer strands of fur that bent with gravity; her eyes gazed around with a gentle curiosity; even the way the wind blew ripples into her thick coat was with a purposeful softness. Beside her, the unnatural blue light of the ocean wavered and shimmered, and when Kaiah bent down to touch it, it kissed her nose with a thrill of cold.
Loneliness gnawed at her stomach like a festering plague. It had followed her here, like her shadow follows her in the light of the sun. She squeezed her heterochromia eyes shut, knowing their dual colors were one of the reasons she was this way. Why she was different.
Sorrow overflowed, and so did the moisture building in the corners of her eyes. A pair of tears, each identical to the other, flowed into the fur on opposite sides of her face. A whimper escaped her, and soon turned to a whine. The color of her pain was pink, flush and raw. And when she tilted her head back and let loose a howl, that color darkened until it bloomed purple in her mind. She was alone, but she could still sing, and she could still show the endless ocean before her what it was like to be alone.
ooc: Anyone is welcome!
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