Post by Max on Nov 7, 2009 20:02:13 GMT
Undecimber 28th
Year LV
9.40
Year LV
9.40
Max loved nighttime. He loved it almost as much as he loved mornings, where they were full of the everything and anything that he could possibly do. Make a new friend. Beat the Gewin. Steal something so fine his eyes would goggle. Morning was when sunlight streaked in through grimy windows and made his skin warm in stripes. Morning was when he could stretch and feel muscles mutter and bones groan at being awake and alert and alive.[/font][/blockquote]
At night though? It was when the stars and the town's light fought against one another and he could sit anywhere in Benevolence and listen to the relaxed breathing of the townspeople as they slept.
He shoved out of the sinking mattress that served as his bed, long limbs stretching. It was one of his makeshift cots, a place to settle down when he felt the need to relax. In this case, he must have fallen asleep because the last he remembered, he was curled up with his tail wrapped around his body.
Ducking out a window, Max left the silent shack to its own sleep. His shoe less feet hit the ground softly, nimble legs immediately taking flight, so fast was his sprinting.
The boy had to stop himself from whooping loudly in excitement as his feet carried him around the village and outside its borders, releasing his pent up enthusiasm in a call not unlike a rooster once he was sure no one within his home would wake up from it.
It was these sorts of nights he lived for. When he could shout to the high heavens and no one would dare utter a word against him. It was pure ecstasy to be his own person, to admire nature in its purest form, to not have a care in the world. If growing up meant to forget this, leave it all behind, Max would never, ever grow old. The mere thought brought tears to his eyes, choked his throat, and made his knees wobble. Of course, this was all too girly for him to admit, but that didn't make it any less true.
Shoving any thoughts aside that didn't have to do with having fun, Max let his body fall back onto the flowers, the petals soft as a mother's kisses breaking his fall. Emerald eyes gazed upwards almost forlornly, pink lips not quite reaching the transition into manhood pouted.
"Second to the right, and straight on 'till morning," he muttered, a hand raising stretch outwards towards the sky, "I remember that from a long time ago." He spoke to the flowers and bugs, the clouds and moon, the trees and their leaves. "If you asked me where though..Heh, I couldn't tell ya."
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Word Count: 448
Outfit: Obvious
Comments: Open to anybody~ <3
