moonlight on my floor shining through the roof
they got the city surrounded as if i needed proof

So she was here again. A lonely soul wandering lost among the stars, desiring nothing but to be free from the truss of reality. A bird floating on the wind, enveloped in the gusts of dreams and the hopes and wishes of those before her. She was walking the path of her father, of her mother, of her ancestors, in an entirely separate world from them. Murder was among her kind, perhaps not her kin but of the wolf race, as it was meant to be. She could have danced with the devil down in Hell, or sung like an angel along with God, but that was not where she was meant to be at the moment. Fate had brought her back to Relic Lore and therefore, that was where she found herself now. Below a star-studded, nearly pitch-black early morning, with the moon a sliver among her sisters. It was a warm night, the dew blanketing the ground with speckles of reflected light, crushes to small bits, seeping into the chilled earth underneath padded feet.

It was a night where the shadows ruled, their king grabbing the world by its throat and squeezing the life from the light. Hints of blue edged the sky, a colour that was the calling of daylight. Murder had been up all night, trekking her way through the forests, trying to find her way back to this land. The name rang through her head constantly, even as soon as she had left. She had not spent enough time in its reaches to properly be able to call it home, and while she was not one for settling down, she wished to explore a bit more before coming to the conclusion that this was not the place for her. She had been discovering new places, beautiful beaches outlining the horizon, gaping caves that reeked of bat dung, misty mountains that reached into the sky too far for her to venture without suffocating. But she had been called back here, perhaps because she needed socialization, perhaps because it was the only place she felt herself making memories. No matter the reason, she was back, and she planned to stay for a little while longer.

"Speech"

i forgot my fear feel it's on the rise
buried by all of the pieces falling from the sky

moonlight on my floor shining through the roof
they got the city surrounded as if i needed proof

She had faced many a lonely night sitting beneath the stars watching them, wondering if there was anything up there that existed, if there was another creature higher than all of them watching down on her. She wondered what happened to her father, whether he was high up there watching her, or if he belonged with the souls who were less fortunate beneath her feet. She hoped that it was the first, her father may have been cruel at some points in his life but his values and priorities were straight. He had been a good man, and Murder wished that it was possible to come across him again. He had done so much for her in the past, had taught her everything she knew, and she was grateful for it. He had been more of a good mentor than a father, and he had favoured her over all others. She wished she could go back to that.

Alas, time passed by and dragged along with it the rest of the world, whether they wanted to come along for the ride or not. This was a one way roller coaster, unless the rider escaped the restrictions of the seat belts and flung themselves from the cart. Murder had certainly longed to do that in some situations, but had restrained herself and allowed herself to continue on in life, to see where it may take her. So far, it had been a good ride.

As the silence began to stir around her, for morning was coming, a long howl filled the air. The voice was melodious and male, a tune of satisfaction and contentment. Murder's instincts immediately filled her lungs and responded to the call, crying out with her own harmony, akin to that of the male's but with a tale of loneliness strung into it. Wolf's cries were dreadfully melancholy, and Murder's was no different. She turned to the direction of where the nearby howl had emerged, striding slowly towards it. Whoever else was up at this hour of the morning would most likely be worth communicating with.

"Speech"

i forgot my fear feel it's on the rise
buried by all of the pieces falling from the sky