✦ -- crescendo of moons and melodies [stars #500]

[faelyn]

[faelyn]

twilight. a beautiful painting by itself.
spiralling into shapes that could take the image of whatever anyone would imagine it as, the stars glowed, flecking dozens of lights across the endless boundaries of a lavender darkness. he would watch the skies. watch them morph, his imagination ablaze as the skies shifted into images like no other. it was on such a night, that he would come, on his hands and knees and gaze up at the blanket above.

the sting of heart-felt bruises was overwhelming. mocking him of his difference. of his inability to sing like the rest of his brothers.
he hated it.

they would cackle with laughter. drowning out his voice with the sound of their hysteria, they would tell him, he was a nobody. hideous and forfeit in the eyes of.. everybody. they would look down on him, at his bald paws and twisted face that held mirrors of fire, kick at his tail that had one too many. he was nothing compared to them, with their beautiful locks of dark fur and their symmetrical eyes of blue.
he was ugly, an oddity, and he knew it.

his ancestries were shrouded with musicians, destined to perform at the feet of the kings and queens. every single one of them had gorgeous voices that could shake the earth, all of those voices so unique, so precious. but, none as unique as his.

they described his solos, as a monstrous cry, a scream that could shatter everything pure on the earth. they said that it was better for him to keep silent, hide his voice from the rest of the world.
but, tonight on the brightest of moons, he would practice, practice a melody that had more lyrics than timbres, more sorrow than madness and more forgiveness than hurt.

with his entire soul poured out into a single piece of song, everything seemed to be perfect. so clear in the midst of darkness. if only, it would be like this, forever.

the caw of ravens and crows crackled to life with a melody, lacing itself within each note and timbre. with the moon twinkling at its brightest, its eerie shine embellished the shadows with a ghostly incense.

the symphonies faded, a note of soprano ending the song. a beautiful theme, even though it would seem far from alluring for others. but, it would always be perfect to him.
always.

[faelyn]

only on these special nights, when the moon was bright and like a shining globe in the center of the sky, would he sing to his heart’s content. it was better that way. he had many duties to tend to, many flames to light. it was a special part of his ancestry, candles were lit every crescent moon, a gathering for cats to share their voices, flaunt them around like mere assets, rather than gifts.

but, everytime his eyes met a mirror, he would remember that fateful day.
the day of when the anger of the heavens burned down upon him.
the flames. the heat. it burned down upon him, a crescendo of roars rising from the smoke. from the ashes. all he could feel was the gnashing of the heated fangs against his paws, reminding him of his faults.
he had messed up and bad.
he could scarcely remember the moment of horror that scorched through him, the falling of strands of tinder that condemned him into a pit of eternal flames. the wick of candle had gone untouched by the flame, it’s replacement was the green lace surrounding him. how had it come down to this? a scream rumbled in his throat, a cry for help that went unanswered. the desperation drove him into a craze of pain and horror, the burn in his paws dancing to his cheeks, scorching it without mercy. the gods of luna had forsaken him.
and there was no way to escape the flame’s madness.

so much had happened since then. since the making of his difference. the image of his wretched face was dancing. as a mere child, all he saw was the painting of an alluring, two-tailed soul, with symmetrical eyes of amber, the making of a handsome musician.
but, it was all stripped away.
somedays, he could barely look at himself. a grotesque print of burns gnarled his features, wounds that had gone too deep was, now, scared and one of his beautiful pair of amber eyes had been stained red with blood.

all flaws and imperfections that could ever be imagined in the minds of cats were painted across his face, such blemishes wide-open to the eyes of.. everyone.
the two-tails were the only traits of his past beauty he had left, wavering behind him at every turn, it had once been a trait that he was proud to call his own, but now, it was far from that.
once a blessing, and now, a curse. it was such a contrast, that he would’ve never fathomed that kind of future for himself. but, the time of grieving for a life, he could never live was over and he wouldn’t look back.

[faelyn]

the hum of chorales sung with entity, the voices that seemed to come from angels breathing a heavenly timbre to the air. something that he could never perform on his own. he was home.

“sit, orpheus.”
the toothless grin foamed in the night, wafting the aroma of decay. it was her.
the teller.

“it’s good to see you, violia.” shying away from the closeness of boundaries, she was like a stranger to him, though they had shared countless days, together as children, the bond between them had long since been forgotten. like roses, both of them had flourished as young cats, but as the seasons grew on, their appearances wittered. all because of different reasons.
tragedy lay in his. while, hers of walking between endless realms.

she was so different in his eyes. the once beautiful she-cat, she once was lost. her youth gone without a trace, along with her lively soul, he had known, oh, so well. a rumble of laughter danced in her chest, beady eyes cocking at his greeting.

“tonight is the night... i’ve seen it in the darkest of my dreams.” nose streaming and eyes bloodshot, the stumble in her stride was present as the teller spiralled around him, rounding the tips of his tails and his scarred cheeks without flinching. a cringe crawled down his spine, bones aching, he could hear the voices in his heart, pleading with him to turn on his heel and run from this insane soul. but, he couldn't. he needed to hear more.

“the soul of the moon, and one of melody, will join as one, singing.. singing a..” a breath rattled her, and he could feel it. feel the craze building up inside of her. could she control it? he didn’t want to take any chances. “a sonata…”

“violia, you should-”
“shut up, fool.” the fragile curve of her figure seemed to curl into itself, the bark of her words slicing through the darkness. “take heed of my words, the gods of luna need you to learn... “

the tempo of his heart seemed to take haste, the moonlight glistened, illuminating the silver that tingled at the tips of her fur. how much had she changed? the click of her fangs had reached a crescendo, the swipe of her tongue against her jaws had set him on edge. fight or flight. an instinct that he had never taken to heart.

run.
but, he didn’t. perhaps, he never could.
“the sonata of passion is arousing, the signs of it’s coming are present. hear the voices, the howls in the night. they are coming. the werewolves, i know.”
she laughed.
“may the gods take me, before they come. beware, orpheus, son with no worth.”

a song of melancholy ignited in the sky, it was a sonata. crescendos and diminuendos. fortes and pianissimos. all of it laced together into a song that had never been glimpsed by any mortals eyes. a silhouette darkened the moon that had once shone with a pale light. “there it is! i hear it, do you? it’s coming. coming for you…”
the teller was gone. her words ringing out in the unknown.

[faelyn]

should he go? to discover the maestro of this beautiful symphony?

follow your heart. it was the words of someone beyond his memories, someone, he could barely remember. but, he could hear her. the voice in his head was soft, gently urging him, tugging him forward towards the valley that radiated the sound of a melody, beyond beauty. i’ll lead the way, my love. we’ll meet again, i promise.

but, there was something else that took up a song in his head, he could hear it. “tonight is the night….” the teller’s words rang in his ears, a vibrato in his midst.”it’s coming… it’s coming for you….”
something was chasing him. he knew it, he was sure of it.
so, he ran.

the swirl of darkness blinded him, he couldn’t see. no. it couldn’t be happening.
but, the teller had foretold this.

the voice was rising. rising in tempo, in elegance, in a beauty that he could’ve never imagined.
a soprano.

there was nowhere left to run, now. to hide.
perhaps, there had been nothing chasing him at all. maybe, just maybe, his own heart, driving him to the edge.
but, now, he was here, on the peak of a valley, cloaked with shadows, in the eyes of…
he remembered her, now.

“orpheus! come here! come here!” the melodic lyrics weaved in her voice had him trapped within the moment. what seemed to be the feathers of ravens danced amongst her pelt, and beautiful eyes that captivated the forest closed all around him.
“i’m coming, eileen!” his little songbird. his beautiful raven. there were so many words to describe who she was and what she meant to him. the caress of her tongue against his cheeks, blossomed a rose of affection for her in him. something had never felt for violia.
“sing with me.” her eyes were bright, round with a request, a wish that she wanted him to grant., but he couldn’t seem to.
“i can’t.” response strained, she was so close to him, enough for a kiss. the look in her eyes told him so many things, that he was her star-crossed lover, that nothing could separate them or pull them apart.
"go on, orpheus, i know you can."

with raven feathers framing her delicate features, she seemed like a picture. an imaginary cat of his dreams. except, she wasn’t. “eileen?” the name was bittersweet on his lips, so familiar, a word that he had forced himself to forget out of-
did she remember him?
“oh, orpheus, where have you been?” the longing in her beautiful eyes were softened with tears, her lyrical voice cracked with unimaginable sorrows. “i missed you so, so much.” elegant steps cradled her, closer to his fortress of shadows, such steps begging him to step out into the open. “you don’t have to hide anymore, love. be who you are… you don’t have to be afraid, anymore” with a gentle paw outstretched, the moonlight twinkled, effulgent as an angel’s wing along her back.

an angel and a demon. two lost souls, now, weaved together as one. the glisten of shadows had loosened its grip. and she could see him, now. with his crooked face, and his devilish eyes, but, it didn’t seemed to scare her. she was fearless.
“sing with me, orpheus. sing with me.”

a blue moon sonata. only once in eternity would there be a chance of this, two star-crossed lovers together on a night such as this. a night of doom. of death. with a werewolf’s call ringing in the air, something was out there, still and this was just a diversion. the beginning of the clash between realms.
the heavens were falling and the what lurked in the nethers was not.

[faelyn]