#mxmaimelda

IT looks at the female skeleton standing in front of him “It is not meant for you to be scared of me, nothing of the supernatural realm should be.” IT then shakes IT’s head “What if I might ask are you doing in my home?”

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The darkness of the night, the shadows that lurked within one’s vision, those were peaceful and harmless shadows. But then there were the ones that hung in the peripheral. Those were the ones that gnashed sharp fangs at their victims and growled loud, obnoxious noises to those they deemed worth their haunting. Evil and insatiable creatures, beasts of the night, monsters that ran about in the moonlight. Ghosts, spirits, and shadows. The forest path provided perfect housing for these creatures, some were monstrosities yet to be imagined, and others were creatures of undefinable horror. Edges smeared away and faded out, these shadows jumped from crooked tree to crooked tree, from tombstone to tombstone-- were they tombstones? No... What rose from the ground on this forest path were simply rocks. The trees that danced in the wind were naked, barren, and dead, their skeletal arm reaching far into the heavens-- or at least trying to. In their desperation they trembled, they wept every time the wind tried to push them down; they would never feel the refreshing warmth of the heavens ever again, trapped with tombstone rocks and sandy dirt.

The darkened path was one that Scrooge found himself walking without much to do, his heart wanted him to for one reason or another. He felt his body prickle with anxiety and his mind race with slight fear, but there was an emotion that lasted over all of that, that proved more effective-- serenity. Despite the horror that he couldn’t see, the beady eyes that watched him as monsters licked their lips, he felt at peace in the wilderness. The shadowy night was cold and isolated but at the same time all around him he felt a story was being made. A story that was much greater than his own, one that he needed to see to believe and to understand. As he passed through the trees and the path grew thinner, the foliage encroaching where less people are bound to walk, he felt himself grow more anxious by the moment. The cautious steps now became quick movements of his as he searched out for something, anything... He had come out here to calm his nerves and now he was afraid that he may be just as lost as those souls that may be lurking in the shadows-- if he was than it wasn’t a problem, he’d find his way back in the morn... Even so there was a nagging in his brain that told him that perhaps there wouldn’t be a morning for him.

A figure, he swore he saw one... Not one of the false figures either, the ones that hide in the shadows-- no he believed he could see someone in the distance. Just barely. “Hello?” He called out to her just barely loud enough to be heard over the wind.

‘ you’ll never see them here again, ’ the dark haired woman says as she lets her fingertips drift over the orca’s rostrum, a soft smile tugging at her lips before she looks to the woman beside her on the dock. ‘ come, he won’t hurt you, he’s very gentle. ’

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Emptiness, isolation, nothing left here but the soft wind and rustling breeze. She didn’t know what she expected when her work was done, when the doors were closed, and when she was all alone. The lights were on but nobody was home, and it seemed that thought held truest of all when the place closed. When she was the only one left there. She was always the last to leave, her beautiful figure nothing more than an object in these parts, but that didn’t matter. She was alive and that’s what mattered. If she hadn’t done what she did, what she now does, than she wouldn’t have enough money to feed herself. Of course now she cheats corners as well, drugging, kidnapping, even killing people for a bit of pocket change-- things aren’t lawful in this place but that didn’t mattered. Nobody would ever realize.

She didn’t need a melody, she didn’t need a piano playing a sweet tune to stand up on that stage. There she felt the light of the world upon her, the only place she felt whole... That was, other than in his arms. But he wasn’t here anymore. He abandoned her to go find treasure and adventures and women elsewhere. A bitter love-hate feeling formed in her breast, poisoned her heart, but that didn’t stop her from singing. Nobody would hear her, they would only hear her when she wanted them too. Not when she was pouring her heart out to ghosts and ghouls, the only beings that would listen to her other than that duck she knew. That duck who listened to her late at night, took her insecurities away, took her mundane world and colored it in pastels of hope... But again, like the thorn in her side, he was gone and that’s why her voice sung out so strongly.

She didn’t need an audience when she was pouring her heart out into the space of the world about her, it stung but she knew that if she didn’t than she’d never sing it out. How many more opportunities would she get before some random stranger decided it was time to end her career, before someone cut her down again, before she lost those pastel colors that he had painted her world in. Had it not been for the figure she saw, the shadow in the darkness that caught her attention, than she probably would have kept going until tears prevented her from doing so. A gasp of shock as she strained to see past the spotlight. This wasn’t right, nobody was suppose to be here! The doors were closed, anxiety bloomed in her chest and she immediately grew afraid, ready to pull her gun and shoot if she had to.

“Hello? Is... Is anyone there?”