Desreal: AND I'LL BE YOUR PASSANGER, TELLING YOU TO HIT THEM; ALCATRAZ AND FELLOW MINIONS;

He is wandering about the Forests, occupying himself poorly.

His muzzle extends as a caterpillar on a leaf tries to escape his hot breathe, moving up the leaves to the twig branch it was attached to. Memphis watches it, his eyes narrow as his nose touches the fuzzy green and black haired thing. His nose touches it, igniting it.

And his pale yellow-orange eyes watch it as it withers away.

Almost laughing, but dead and dormant at the same time.

His head snaps as he looks into the shadows of the night as they move across, his air swirling around him, choking his fire, laughing as he feels the pull of his air, he gasps.

“Alcatraz“ He says.

A smile crosses his face as his air leads it to him, as his word repeats in his mind like some sort of sad sadistic tone.

He follows his air, as it leads him to the gap in the forests, his pale skin illuminating underneath the moonlight. His neck curls as his lips raise, like a savage cobra ready to strike, he presents himself to him. His body moving in to curl against his.

The young warrior waits as his teeth rake against his skin, almost playfully.

Here is your Calvin, Alcatraz.

m e m p h i s
i can't recall that last day of sun,
curtains closed and sitting with the lights out,
an uncertain emptiness surrounds me.
FIRE III & AIR I; BARAQEL AND LEBANON