I WAS TOLD TO STAY AWAY,those 2 words i cant obey

[jadorade.]

the day was drawing to a close as the evening sky illuminated itself upon the horizon. the light of the sun was fading gently as it sunk behind the earth, out of sight from a now dark blue sky. faint stars twinkled in the atmosphere beside a round cratered moon in the shape of a necromancy crescent. shade seemed to seep darkly into the scene as if paint had been spilled upon somber life itself. tree branches shook gently with the light but lengthy gusts of wind which whistled quietly. blades of grass also moved this this strangely beautiful maneuver, as the wildlife surrounding proceeded to stay peaceful and brilliantly pretty.

carpe noctum!

but nocturnity was not here yet. it was slowly awakening, unraveling leisurely as time surpassed with major hesitation below. stories would unfurl and whisper aloud to be repeated softly upon the wind whenever the moon rose completely, and when the sky transitioned into the pitch black shadow of an umbra which would blanket the world with night. for some, it was a terrible phase which brought upon and reminded of nightmares and tragedies. for others, it was perhaps the most anticipated event of the day. it meant prolonged hunting. and that meant for anything or anyone.

tranquility could never last forever. it would end in abrupt chaos eventually. peace dies. chaos lives. always and over and over again, the process was known to come again and again. it never did get tired or fatigued of breaking hearts and ending lives. peace was the tiny moment of sincerity which almost never did happen. why? because chaos continued the trail of hate wherever it traveled.

chaos was often associated with a name. it was recognized by the maw and the mind of any feline who knew those distinctive dark green orbs which peered now out from behind a rose bush, adorned ever so sharply with thorns and flowers of a scarlet variation. an ivory paw flicked the leaves and flora aside to make an exit for herself. as her limb took stance on the ground in front of her, she trotted out of the shelter and into the open, where her dark coat met the medium lightness of the late evening.

her lowered, blazing occuli seemed to dance as she stood motionless. her tail twitched as she took in surrounding scents. she went rigid with no movement as she stared uneasily at the ground beneath her paws. she wasn't inspecting anything in particular. perhaps she was daydreaming. perhaps she was imagining things. perhaps she really was just studying the dirt.

it was unknown. like her true actions and motives were. of course she wasn't quite the forgettable character, seeing how she had ruined many lives and taken many with the claws she had and the fangs kept in her jaw. the olden but familiar taste of blood was still trapped icily inside her maw, and with an unsatisfied glare to what she stood on, she looked up to the rising moon as she noted that life had darkened for the nocturn hours once more.

[w i n t e r]

x. the light faded from the earth like life fading from a feline who had it's throat ripped out. a figure's muzzle turned to the sky, staring up at it. the orbs in it's cranium like the icey tundra's of the north, or the coldest, deadliest waters here in this land. a bellow of breath, a misty red, blew from it's slightly opened mouth. it's darkly colored fangs gleamed a bright scarlett in the pale light, and it set it's fur a-flame. the silent kiss of death lasted on the world for a second, and then the creature's head and body were gone. leaves lifted in the air as it's nimble paws made them airborn. his breath came in short burst, sending bellows of small mist clouds of garnet into the air. the being had to get away from the dieing light. he had to. the inclosing twilight would suck his life away like the strong winds could tear away trees in the autumn. his claws slid out of his tiny feline fingers, his anxiety brisk and fresh in the air, as he shoved his body into an old badger set. his breathing was quick, and shallow, his fur fluffed out in surprise. he saw light entering the hollow. he backed up quickly, pressed himself roughly against the back of the set. the light stopped, barely a mouse-hair away from his paws. he was trembling with effort to keep himself away from the light, making himself stay there until the twilight faded away into the night. As an owl hooted, and everything was pitch black, he exited the den, and made him way through the night's terrian. he wasn't frightened of the day or the night. but the twilight. the dieing and birth of both worlds. the part of a day he couldn't see. along with dawn.

x. his garnet figure shimmered white in the moonlight, as he pulled himself through the thick underground. he could hear all the movement, a twitch of a mouse, the wail of a loner she-cat birthing. yummy. kittens. he ignored the thought of a meal, and kept going. something was out here, something that could challenge his rule over the lands. or, so he thought was a rule. his ice-blue orbs flashed in the dim light, his pupils slitted so badly that all there was was color. he had found this being. he shoved his way quietly into the aura of her figure, the evil matching up to his. that made him curious. he felt no aggresion, but a blank awe. if that was what awe was. he quietly sat down, the red, decaying leaves lifting into the air silently as his tail sweeped above them quickly, pulling around his paws tightly. he quietly licked at his paw and talons, waiting for this spectra to glance his way. he didn't want blood tonight. he wanted to know her name, his femme who had surpasssed himself in a way. she certaintly had better looks. he glanced at his pelt, his eye-brows furrowing in annoyance. he wanted to look perfect. and to still be a murderer. maybe he could learn if he stalked her for a few days. then get rid of her and call it his own style.

x. he blinked, his ice-blue eyes deepening to a pale shade of a turquoise. the moonlight gave him a gift. sight. though it was breif, he could see figures, no colors though. but he could only guess at her hues. he licked his fur rougher, angry at himself. he was a monster. but he wanted grace.

[jadorade.]

spectacular ocular of unyielding hate flickered without hesitation toward the figure which had appeared near to her. her cranium turned abruptly, without warning. the viridian flame in her eyes flashed at first with striking warning, until clouding with an undistinguished curiosity. the black and white fatale rotated easily to her haunches, knowing inwardly there would be no need to be on her toes here. by the musk the feline carried it was a tom - which convinced her exactly so.

the beryl of her stare became knowledgeable when she recognized the ruby outline beside her. scarred, and that same blood-red color with cold blues in the sockets. of course. there was no mistaking who was beside her.

she watched him edgily for a few moments, observing him for just a little while. quietly, she then murmured, "redbird," in acknowledgment -- with that sickly sweet soprano tone; a net for catching hearts.