the haunting hour

The desert would never be a favourite location of the boy. Its heat was an intoxication that swallowed him and placed a sheen of glistening sweet against silver-black shades. He felt disoriented but utterly relaxed. His glistening violet orbs blinking about the harshly bright light and taking in the dancing orange beams of light that touched the earth. ?Maaan? he whispered between half closed fangs and he wooshed out a breath between his teeth. Man, he wasn?t entirely certain what he had taken or if it was good for him, but one thing was absolutely certain ? his headache and pains where a thing of the past.



The world had an unnatural tinge against his features, a glow he had never noticed before that made everything seem shiny and wonderful and new. He still wasn?t sure why he was in a desert, but man, that really didn?t matter. Trying to hold in the laughter he kept moving, until the form of a girl came into his view. She was a uniquely shaded thing with blacks and red and whites that halloed about her pretty form. He stopped a few paces from her and tilted her head, the words she had spoken taking a few moments to penetrate the shroud about his mind. ?Fish dish, eh?? he asked drowsily


"Speech"