In the End there is darkness

Whispers of the haunting past did decorate the grounds in a morbid light. Crimson bathed the world in illusions giving the world a gory feel. Violet eyes silently watched in the shadows. Soaking in the world of violence and politics. So many wandered the realm of pain and agony. Searching for a fix. She watched as the queens and kings descended. Collecting specimens to dissect and reform. Yet, only her mother seemed to care not for such things. She allowed freedom where others gave control. She saw encouragement for oddities where others demanded change. She never pulled a noose around their necks and cared for their opinions. It was something she admired and hoped to aspire to continue the tradition.

She watched the dreamer wandered the ashes of tomorrow. She observed the odd way she wandered, seeking something, or perhaps someone? She knew nothing of the stranger or the prejudice that plagued her heart. Her mother was an open heart and neutral to the bone. Racism was an unknown illness that she had yet to encounter. Perhaps today would be the day she learned a new lesson.

She remained hidden in the shadows. Contemplating approaching the scene when the queen of another world came searching for the loner. That was fast. She thought. Ravens fly to carrion. She all but snickered in her head. queens should stay in kingdoms and send their knights to do the recruiting. Especially when the youth of the world depends on it. so many thoughts and yet nothing was uttered aloud. She merely watched the show.

She withdrew her behemoth figure from the confines of the shadows. Allowing her thick gray, black, and violet coat to shine against the blood raged moon. Her gaze lingered over the queen?s belly. An unspoken question in her gaze as she turned her attention to the newcomer with eyes as unkind as the sea. Nothing escaped her lips. She merely watched them and waited.