DoctorNocturn
Member
The Lycan's Plight
Nine moons have passed since the incident. We
insist on questioning the properties of our
dreams and nightmares. Forgive me if I
decide to abandon curiosity just this once.
The thick scent of iron and blood fresh in my
memory; I recall an unnerving absence of
guilt. Was my conscience an illusion as well? But forgive
me, if I decide to abandon curiosity one more time.
The screams were real.. the fear was genuine.
Startled by my appearance and
frenzied emotions, yet I knew no peril. Was this feeling
also manufactured by my subconscious?
Or is there a place in my mind where curiosity
still howls at the moon when nothing else is
acceptable.. everything is so
muffled now and I want to hear again..
may Luna be my lady in red.
Nine moons have passed since the incident. We
insist on questioning the properties of our
dreams and nightmares. Forgive me if I
decide to abandon curiosity just this once.
The thick scent of iron and blood fresh in my
memory; I recall an unnerving absence of
guilt. Was my conscience an illusion as well? But forgive
me, if I decide to abandon curiosity one more time.
The screams were real.. the fear was genuine.
Startled by my appearance and
frenzied emotions, yet I knew no peril. Was this feeling
also manufactured by my subconscious?
Or is there a place in my mind where curiosity
still howls at the moon when nothing else is
acceptable.. everything is so
muffled now and I want to hear again..
may Luna be my lady in red.