Llenamys
ImaginaryMage
It was one of her few days off recently. Increasingly endeavoured in school; the work in the bookstore was going pretty well. Slowly but surely she was getting used to her new life. Of course, she had and those moments when she could not find her place. Too many people, too little fellows. However, this was the world of humans, wasn’t it? She had to get used to it somehow. And there was no more certain way to succeed than to dive right into the endless ocean of novelties. The drowning man feels most truly alive, when out on the coast, right? She also had to swim before reaching land. Solid ground meant success, and the success was the only thing she wanted for a long time.
She was in a large park near Asahicho. It was a quiet start of the evening, the sun was just setting. The sky was scarlet pink as cherry blossoms. The clouds were burning in a gentle flame. Somewhere high in the sky flew tiny point with tiny wings. Bird, heading to unknown lands. The wonderfully green trees also enjoyed the sunset, even a leaf did not move from its place for the performance. The world had decided to give the brush to an artist who would paint the sky. Lenamy long had not seen such a beautiful sight.
She closed her book of poems and rose from the bench. It was not yet grew dark enough to be dinner time. She wondered if she was in the mood for a meal. She felt no hunger, but felt insatiable desire for power, like many other ghouls. Maybe the sun would forgive her for the spilled blood. She was going to wait a bit. There was a whole night and full city with people. Better to enjoy the moment.
There hovered above all kinds of fragrances. Flowers, perfumes and of certain dishes that people could not catch, unfortunately. However she liked to enjoy this diversity. It was the same as the motley confectionery for people. And she had never met anyone who does not like sweets.
The sunset was almost gone. Her eyes constantly followed the last rays of the sun, which would soon be gone. Until tomorrow. Her shoes were knocking down the aisle. Her little nose was thirstily absorbing a specific perfume. There was someone in front of her, from which she could not tear her thoughts. But she felt something different in him. She was not sure if she wanted to attack him. Perhaps that was the sweet smell of the people who ought to live? As pollen after rain. She did not know what to do. His black hair fluttered few meters away from her eyes. One last ray crawled on a black tuft and disappeared.
She was in a large park near Asahicho. It was a quiet start of the evening, the sun was just setting. The sky was scarlet pink as cherry blossoms. The clouds were burning in a gentle flame. Somewhere high in the sky flew tiny point with tiny wings. Bird, heading to unknown lands. The wonderfully green trees also enjoyed the sunset, even a leaf did not move from its place for the performance. The world had decided to give the brush to an artist who would paint the sky. Lenamy long had not seen such a beautiful sight.
She closed her book of poems and rose from the bench. It was not yet grew dark enough to be dinner time. She wondered if she was in the mood for a meal. She felt no hunger, but felt insatiable desire for power, like many other ghouls. Maybe the sun would forgive her for the spilled blood. She was going to wait a bit. There was a whole night and full city with people. Better to enjoy the moment.
There hovered above all kinds of fragrances. Flowers, perfumes and of certain dishes that people could not catch, unfortunately. However she liked to enjoy this diversity. It was the same as the motley confectionery for people. And she had never met anyone who does not like sweets.
The sunset was almost gone. Her eyes constantly followed the last rays of the sun, which would soon be gone. Until tomorrow. Her shoes were knocking down the aisle. Her little nose was thirstily absorbing a specific perfume. There was someone in front of her, from which she could not tear her thoughts. But she felt something different in him. She was not sure if she wanted to attack him. Perhaps that was the sweet smell of the people who ought to live? As pollen after rain. She did not know what to do. His black hair fluttered few meters away from her eyes. One last ray crawled on a black tuft and disappeared.