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Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
Its hot.
The suns here are too hot.
Always hot.
Move.
Now...disorder.
everything...broken.
and...sharp.
Cold here,
Dark...
Metals...hard, dry...cold.
so cold.
up.
slowly...tired...
cold.
Sun!
hrrrrr...
mmmmm
warm...cool...
roll over.
hrrrrr...
oh?
itchy.
patterns...rocks.
scratch.
hrrrr.....
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
Rain and sand mixed in the air, blown by wind and tossed up in the wake of armour, hot bodies darting from softer clusters in the chilling storm. Smaller, brighter pinpricks hovered about the camp, their centers at about the hight of a human head. One sputtered and died, another flared. Flares of red flew from one, and then another, and then a third. Two began to move from the far side, and warm bodies sprang up in the interior. Sparks and streams flew through the air, impacting sand and shooting across the feild.
First one lance, and then two, hugely bright beams dancing across the feild, resting breifly on each point of heat. Some fell, peices dropping off, and others lit up the scope, obscuring everything near.
Over it all, Cold bodies floated, dark and silent. The light were missing.
Alone.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
We rose from ashes,
We gazed around, and felt the cold.
We felt cold.
Warmth came in tiny dots, and outside of our sphere, nothing
Where was the light?
We will be our own light, now.
We are our own warmth,
We need none of theirs.
We are alone.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
Lights came back.
Silent lights.
Bright, quiet lights, staring at us.
We moved away. Always away.
Lights faded, went out.
Lights dissapeared.
Our lights, our us, left.
Gone forever.
Our lights, went out, went to them.
Our lights became their lights.
Our lights learned
Our lights learned I.
My light went on.
I am alone.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
My light is cold.
Always cold, never warm.
My light cuddles close to stars, just outside of the cover.
We burn, my light...
And we roll.
The suns warm us, there are no lights.
There are no lights, the suns are hard.
They scream and bite.
But I am cold.
My light stretches, is taut...peels.
I roll. The cold side back into the soft mist.
There are no lights, any more.
Big world, little me. Little.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
Edges on the rocks. They float, as do I.
Not me, no. no light. Rocks are warm, or cold.
No light, here.
Stretch, my light, the sun
Sharp suns, biting suns.
Rub. Rocks. Cool, or warm.
Warm, cool, warm...
Rocks take my warmth..they sooooth.
Mother Rocks.
Mother screaming biting sun, Mother freezing rocks.
Screams feed, freezing sooths.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
Cold, smooth, dark.
Stole my light.
My light. Mine.
Mine is gone.
Nothing left, but screaming suns.
Where are my lights?
Not you.
No.
no. no no no no.
Cold, dark, no light.
Little blips of coldnolight, and burn.
Burn burn burn.
Heat lances across...around...
I spit.
I Roar.
I SCREAM.
Alone.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
I I I I.
I miss We.
And I hate They.
They who took our light, They who blotted our light,
They who left our light, They who Left I, and Left our Light as one.
My light alone,
Hate.
And sorrow.
I mourn our lost light.
They were our light, and they danced with us.
Sang with us. When they left us....their song was different.
Not our light, any more. Their light.
I revolt. I revolt against their light.
Their light is Silence, is screams, is darkness and spoilt.
My light is pure.
Our light was beautiful.
alone.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Seth Karlo - 11-20-2008
And the feeling of alone.
The depression that set in.
The anger that she felt, it hurt me.
The screaming suns, they hurt me, I want to help.
I want to help her who was hurt.
Sa'Khara will help you.
They who took your light.
They who hurt you.
Forget them.
Let me help you.
Sa'Khara will help you.
No, do not scream.
Do not shout.
Do not feel pain.
You are no longer alone.
Just let me find you.
Sa'Khara will help you.
Red sun, Orange sun, Blue sun - Unseelie - 11-20-2008
Mourning spits.
Mourning roars.
Mourning thrums.
*I* am alone.
You, not me.
Not today will I see.
Light not mine stole our light.
You not our light.
Our light not constant, not true
I True.
Are you?