Drabbles

[Moonlight]

Longing to return Home

It had been some time since he'd left, and he was beginning to regret it. A loner or not, travel in solitude was slowly eating away at him. Utter silence and lack of companionship, so it seemed, had taken their toll. The young man heaved a sigh after a moment, adjusting his grip on his staff. His sightless eyes longing to be near what he knew clearly once more. The silvery-white gaze wandered over his surroundings as he walked, listening with rapt attention whilst tapping the wooden staff along as he walked. Seeking a home once more.

[Moonlight]

Crossing of Worlds

Sasha's gaze briefly settled on her parents, before nodding to them. "Farewell, then. I hope to return eventually, but it may take a while," the Guardian said, though offering a small smile. Though their sub-race was all but immortal, the prospect of traveling to an entirely different universe or world was daunting for one just coming of age. She would eventually find the world she belonged in permanently, they said, but it would be sure to take time.

The young woman's gaze moved to the resonating portal, before stepping towards it. Her white wings gleamed in the morning sun, as her boots clicked on the flagstone path. Vanishing into the swirling void.

[Moonlight]

Thrill of the Hunt

Snow crunched under the wolf’s paws as it ran, muscles rippling underneath the thick black pelt. Amber eyes fixated on the prey ahead of it, honed senses tuning into every sound, smell, and sight. A streak in the night, only the starlight betraying its motion. The beast suddenly jumped, soaring through the star speckled sky as if bearing wings. A startled cry was jerked from the man as all of its weight barreled into him, only to be silenced. Blood spattered the night. The wolf’s form slowly changing, mutating back into that of a human. A small smile playing about the young man’s lips. A shapeshifting assassin.

[Moonlight]

PKMN: An Unexpected Surprise

“What are you doing here?”

Kitty pivoted, startled. The jade eyed thief tensed, instinctively taking stance. The onyx tressed teenager glared at the arrival, having expected anything but this. “I could ask the same of you …” she returned levelly, knowing her risks had just skyrocketed. The joys of being trapped in a lifestyle with someone else pulling the strings. “After all … You said you’d never lower yourself to the level of a common thief … Even if the rewards were steep.”

“You have a choice, you know,” the other drawled, holding her gaze.

“No, I don’t. And you wouldn’t understand why,” the young woman said after a moment, hanging her head. Shame cloaking her masked features, a single mistake in the past mounting up to many others in the past five years. An unexpected surprise bringing it all up again.

[Moonlight]

Through the Fire

Her gaze was coolly stoic, emotionless. Levelly staring ahead, straight through the man in front of her. Hands bound in front of her, the tether held in his grip. Innocence mattered not, apparently. And her tongue would only be cut out if she objected to the sentence. Booted and bare feet made a quiet duet along the cold flagstone floor, prying eyes boring into her. A seemingly frigid barrier, however, blocked out the turmoil going on inside of her. This would be nothing less than going through the fires. And there was only worse to come, so it would seem. It'd be a miracle if she survived, in tact.

[Moonlight]

Old Situation, New Trick

He smiled slightly, simply arching a brow. Offering no alternative reaction. He knew this all too well, and was not about to muck it up again. Warm steel brushing his hand underneath the pocket of his coat, the short barrel acting as a safeguard of confidence. This time, he was not weaponless. Nor would he yield.

"You seem amused."

"I only see a familiar situation this time. It is nothing new. And this time, my friend, you gain nothing," he said softly, withdrawing the revolver from his pocket. All six rounds freshly loaded before the meeting. Faster than the knife in his opponent's hand. "Return my wife."

[Moonlight]

Care to Dance?

She’d been hiding out in the shadows all night, arms crossed as she observed the couples that seemed to change hands off and on. While she’d been to smaller dance parties before, the sheer size of this had intimidated her. The light lilac of her gown didn’t really help her blend in, but most had passed by. Glancing up from the polished floor when someone stopped in front of her, offering a small uncertain smile. A surprisingly gentle one graced the young man’s lips as he gave a slight bow, offering one hand towards her. “Would you care to dance, Milady?”