Post by Dundee on Jan 27, 2006 18:59:34 GMT -5
Alright, here's where my fan fiction thing will go, since it is REALLY long, and I don't want to clutter up the fan fiction thread with it. You can comment here if you want. So yeah. Here's the story so far...
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A bang, a flash in the woods. An odd couple look up from their bench to see a strange, yellow light accompanied by a faint hum. After the maniacal laughter started, they finally go to find a place less populated by the strangely common ‘demons’ of Kellwood.
Close to where the two mortal Kellwood residents sat, in Kellwood Forest, a very strange scene was in progress. A tall, young adult specimen of the Scotodino demons held a huge scythe, cackling in the face of his adversaries: a young adult Alp with a curious bowler hat and a rather pale young man with a glowing pendant and a most interesting haircut resembling the antennae of ants. The Alp stood seething in the presence of the ‘horrible demon’, as the word Scotodino translates to, shakily aiming a shotgun at him. The pale man, too, looked to be rather sick; the skull-shaped pendant glowed a fierce yellow and the hum grew more noxious by the moment.
The demon smiled maliciously and horridly; like all the others of his race he had FAR too many teeth in his mouth. “So. Are you going to shoot me, Tony? I’d have thought you’d hate to hurt friends. Aren’t I your friend? But, it doesn’t matter anyway. A mere human gun couldn’t hurt me, I thought you knew that. Or have I overestimated you once again?” The scythe in his hand flashed momentarily.
“You is not my friend.” stated the Alp, his voice almost as quavering as the gun hand. “I’s never known youse in mine life. I’s only known Zeno, and you is NOT HIM!!! NOW WHERES IS SHE?!?!”
The man looked tiredly at the Alp, and said, “Tony. She’s not here. I would know. We’re not evenly matched for the moment; save it for another day.”
“HOW CAN YOUSE SAY THAT?
SHE’S YOUSE @$&#*! SISTER!!!!!!” screamed the Alp. The young man merely shook his head, and started walking toward whence he came. The Alp glared at the still sickly grinning demon for a few moments, then ran back with the young man.
“UNTIL NEXT TIMES, ZENO!!!!!!! I SWEARS IT!!!!!”
Back at the ages old cabin on the fringe of Kellwood Forest, the old gang held a much graver meeting than of previous times. Tony sat sulking in a corner, glaring at Hexavier for not acting in a more satisfying way against their formal friend. Kavonn sat fingering his large top hat, watching with polite attention to the once and always gang leader.
“Alright. So you and Tony met up with Zeno? Did he sound like he was having any problems? A short temper? Do you think he was hiding anything?”
Hexavier sighed heavily and answered, “No. He was as confident and cocky as could be; but he could have been hiding something. I really can’t be sure.”
“Dangit Tony, why didn’t you see what was going on?! You’re supposed to be the one who lets us know about this stuff!”
Tony looked at him and said nothing. “Ah, well, of course you would let your emotions get in the way. Listen,” and here he walked over to Tony and put his hands on his shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with being consumed with anger at him, but you just can’t let it make you forget what to do. Get me?” Tony sighed and nodded. He really hated these conferences.
Charby grimaced at the stubborn Alp’s attitude, then said, “Meeting dismissed.”
As the members of the demon gang shuffled out, Charby remained in his accustomed seat, staring at the pale stars slowly going out as the sun began its rise, and thought of a human he once knew, who had been blown out like one of the quickly diminishing stars. Victor
At about 7:30 in the morning, Menu came into the cabin to put food in the refrigerator, when he saw Charby asleep on a chair, leaning on the windowsill with a regretful look on his face.
“OY! Breakfast!!”
“Good Lord, menu, if I didn’t know that you live to eat, I would swear that you devote yourself to causing me the most titanic headaches.” Menu chuckled wickedly, and put a plate infront of his old friend.
“’Ere, you look like you ain’t gotta bite in ages!”
“Yes, yes, as if I haven’t heard THAT one almost every day of my life,” grumbled Charby, and pushed the plate away.
“I’m not hungry. I’m going to bed. Say hi to Claire for me, willya?” Menu sighed at the sight of the plate untouched. Waste of a good deep-fried bacon breakfast. He knew that Charby hadn’t eaten in many days. But, that was his business, and Menu wasn’t about to force feed him a screaming, wiggling human. Maybe a chicken, though. Yeah, Charby likes chickens. But where was he going to find one?
“Don’t bothers, he won’t eats. At alls.”
“Stinkin’ mind reader, go bother summun else.”
Tony stood up from the corner he had never left. “’T’s mine jobs to dos that’s, remembers? ‘Nightmare Stalker’?”
Menu scowled at Tony thoughtfully.
“’Ow long ‘ave you bin ‘ere?”
Tony snickered. “Since dats meetings last nights, which youse so conveniently forgots. Let me tell youse, his dreams is mighty interestings. Remember dos two humans he liked? Victor ‘n Victoria? I’ll spare youse da details, they’s not pretty.
Alp and Werewolf glared at eachother for a few tense moments, neither saying anything.
“Claire’s waitin’ fer me, don’t wanna keep her. Good ta seeya, ‘old pal’.” Menu left, none too secure. Tony had won, and they both knew it. He smirked, and then went out to find Hexavier, confident that this search he would use his powers to finally help them see what was going on.
Kavonn donned his hat and wand and went into the woods to have a little ‘fun’.
Menu reached the cave that he and his wife Claire called home, and Charby, unable to sleep, set off to seek the council of the Vampire King.
“Charby! It’s been a long time, how are you my good friend?”
“So and so,” Charby sighed. “Tony and Hexavier have seen the one who calls himself ‘The Demon King’ not too far from here. How has being the vampire king been?”
“So and so, same as you. Kind of tiring and boring. You won’t like it when you are King, but it has its merits.”
“It better. Sounds absolutely horrifying. Any news on what killed Victor?” The Vampire King grimaced.
“None yet. But, Charby! For the life of me, I have no idea why you need to avenge him! Even if it was something supernatural, and the odds of that are almost 500 to one, what makes you think it’s still alive? Or that it killed him on purpose?”
Charby merely looked at him with an assured eye and a grim smile. “I KNOW.”
“Fine, very well, it’s your business anyway. It was nice seeing you again, Charby.”
“You, too, Zerlocke.”
A man ran through Kellwood Forest, stretching every branch so that they would snap back at his pursuer. Unfortunately for him, this had no effect. Mad cackling fell from above, and the panting man made one last desperate effort to get away before he was completely encased in long, dark grey tendrils.
“Greetings, my good man. A fine day, is it not?” The voice sounded young, but not child-like. A young man, then. Sounded rather high; short? And of course, it had a slight English accent and an obviously mocking tone. The poor robber, still rapped up in the young man’s-what was this? Hair? In any case, he was still trapped.
“You do know that it’s not polite to not look at other people when they talk to one, correct? Look at me.” He struggled all the more.
“Monster!! Noone’s caught me yet, you aren’t normal, you (*#)^%$ monster!!!”
The theif’s captor seemed amused; he wouldn’t know, he refused the man’s request.
“Monster, you say? Are you sure you wish to confirm that? Look at me.”
“Why should I $*#*$%&( look at you, I already know what you are, you %*%*%&*%^(&!!!
The young man tutted. “Such wordes. But it’s not a request; this is an ORDER. LOOK AT ME.” And with these last, the subjugator gave the poor man such a squeeze that he finally leaned over to see what kind of man had this strength. Then again, in horror, as the Hat Guardian of Kellwood Forest smiled with his widely slit eyes, whispered to himself, “Yes, yes. That’s the look.” And tightened his hair around the man with inhuman strength-SHSHLSSCCCRACK
“What I want to know,” commented Hexavier as he and Tony walked the forest, “is how he can hide a kingdom in a city.”
“Maybes his new-founds (&&^%*)ism gaves hims super @$$hole powers or somethings.” They chuckled at that for a bit, and kept walking.
“Or maybe he just has a really small kingdom-oh man, I can’t believe I just SAID that.” Tony snickered and Hexavier glared at him as they reached a small wall of greenery.
“I’s can’ts believes youse-…”
“Tony? What? Tony?! OH MY *&^$#^*%^…”
SLAM!!
“Claire my sweet!”
“Menu my doggie!”
The loving couple embraced for several minutes, then settled down.
“So, how was your day?” Claire passed Menu a cup of tea and took one for her.
“Eh, fine. That jerk Tony was pushin’ me around, think I oughtta let him meet my club. Missed a meeting last night”
“Oh, that’s fine. We were doing something much more productive than an old meeting.” Teacups clinked and they chuckled.
“So how about that potion? Ya know, one that lets me turn back into a guy again? I miss bean’ able to wear pants.” Claire’s shoulders drooped, and she replied,
“Not going well. But we have lots of time right? Right Menu?” He was staring out the window, his ears on end and a worried expression on his large brown eyes. “Menu?”
“Ah, I gotsta go, sweatpea. I’ll be here later tonight, aright?” And with those words, he bounded out the door, a grim-faced gold wolf disappearing into the afternoon haze.
“Yes, beautiful, isn’t it?” Zeno looked with his newly caught prisoners in mock awe at the huge, black kingdom that belonged to him. “It’s not really that big you know, just about the size of my dear, old village…”
Tony and Hexavier stared at him malignly, disgusted at what he had done to the place he was born, but all they could do was stare.
Tony was trussed up like a pig, all in iron bands that hissed slightly as they burned his skin, his hat removed and his eyes blue with wide pupils, wincing constantly.
While Hexavier was held confined more comfortably with layers of rope, his face was contorting and impossibly pale with rage. His usually blank, pale pink eyes were almost red with fury and want, and his hands twisted this way and that, choking an invisible neck. His amulet that could have helped him vent his uncontrollable anger was now hanging on the neck of his enemy, faintly glowing with a definite mocking impression.
Zeno, on the other hand, was in great health, wearing Tony’s hat and Hexavier’s amulet-neither doing anything to empower him, merely a clearly working attempt at breaking their spirit. His wings spread wide, over 12 feet across, his wingspan finally consisting with his weight. In one hand, he grasped with ease the Scythe that had corrupted him so many years ago, and the other clenched a chain. The chain was quite interesting; spellworked to be heavy and strong, but made with a cheap metal. It followed gravity to the neck of a seemingly young, pale woman, where the spells were much more intricate to turn the chain into leather twice as strong as the chains, but less likely to scar her exposed neck. The rest of the length trapped her wrists together and her ankles to her master; still able to walk but not of her free will. The woman was dressed simply and elegantly in a long dress, but she wore it as if it were rags. Her hair grew in long, heavy black lockes about her pale, still face, and fell into her pure, opal white eyes. ‘Queen’ Mye.
“ZEENOO!!! YA STINKIN’ &*%*^&(^^%, I’M GONNA KILLYA!!!!” Menu launched himself from the trees, aiming his rather sharp claws at Zeno’s throat.
“WHA-?! YOU!!” Zeno, with a look of outrage on his white face, threw an energy field around Mye and himself, tossing the huge werewolf down in the process-but not before several deep scratches made their mark on the terrible demon’s face. “Hmm, I underestimated your friends, boys. Not that it matters much, it’s still not enough.” Zeno was panting from the effort of the field-it was only a while ago that he had mastered the technique, and his mocking tone had a taste of fear in it.
“‘Underestimated’ is an understatement, Zeno. It’s high time you paid the piper-now what will you give him to buy back your life…”
SNAP! C-CLACT! A great, yellow light enveloped Zeno, and a huge be-hatted wolf growled menacingly at him from next to Menu as a dark grey figure drew from the trees.
Zeno sneered as he worked the energy field again, dispelling the bright yellow light about the clearing like a mirror. Tony jumped from behind and began to tear up his wings before the demon threw him away with a snarl.
“So what have we here? One mutt, two pathetic losers with magic hats, and a dead guy with a magic skull? I suppose you’ll next have that annoying flower faerie that used to stalk me come and try and blow me up using flower bombs?”
“Yep, but I use grenades, not flower bombs.” Azelea smirked from behind Zeno, and showed him the item in her hand. “Holy Hand Grenade. Self-sticking. It was made to get rid of vampires in a different dimension, but it’ll do for a corrupting demonic weapon, don’t you think?” And with that, she pulled the ring out with her teeth and threw it at the huge scythe at Zeno’s side. Kavonn stared at her in alarm, and started for the woods as fast as he could. Menu and Tony got the cue and raced for shelter, but Hexavier strayed behind.
“Come ON, ya brain-dead zombie!!” Azelea grabbed his arm and pulled him away as the grenade exploded, the shrapnel scattering a silver constellation across the darkening sky.
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A bang, a flash in the woods. An odd couple look up from their bench to see a strange, yellow light accompanied by a faint hum. After the maniacal laughter started, they finally go to find a place less populated by the strangely common ‘demons’ of Kellwood.
Close to where the two mortal Kellwood residents sat, in Kellwood Forest, a very strange scene was in progress. A tall, young adult specimen of the Scotodino demons held a huge scythe, cackling in the face of his adversaries: a young adult Alp with a curious bowler hat and a rather pale young man with a glowing pendant and a most interesting haircut resembling the antennae of ants. The Alp stood seething in the presence of the ‘horrible demon’, as the word Scotodino translates to, shakily aiming a shotgun at him. The pale man, too, looked to be rather sick; the skull-shaped pendant glowed a fierce yellow and the hum grew more noxious by the moment.
The demon smiled maliciously and horridly; like all the others of his race he had FAR too many teeth in his mouth. “So. Are you going to shoot me, Tony? I’d have thought you’d hate to hurt friends. Aren’t I your friend? But, it doesn’t matter anyway. A mere human gun couldn’t hurt me, I thought you knew that. Or have I overestimated you once again?” The scythe in his hand flashed momentarily.
“You is not my friend.” stated the Alp, his voice almost as quavering as the gun hand. “I’s never known youse in mine life. I’s only known Zeno, and you is NOT HIM!!! NOW WHERES IS SHE?!?!”
The man looked tiredly at the Alp, and said, “Tony. She’s not here. I would know. We’re not evenly matched for the moment; save it for another day.”
“HOW CAN YOUSE SAY THAT?
SHE’S YOUSE @$&#*! SISTER!!!!!!” screamed the Alp. The young man merely shook his head, and started walking toward whence he came. The Alp glared at the still sickly grinning demon for a few moments, then ran back with the young man. “UNTIL NEXT TIMES, ZENO!!!!!!! I SWEARS IT!!!!!”
Back at the ages old cabin on the fringe of Kellwood Forest, the old gang held a much graver meeting than of previous times. Tony sat sulking in a corner, glaring at Hexavier for not acting in a more satisfying way against their formal friend. Kavonn sat fingering his large top hat, watching with polite attention to the once and always gang leader.
“Alright. So you and Tony met up with Zeno? Did he sound like he was having any problems? A short temper? Do you think he was hiding anything?”
Hexavier sighed heavily and answered, “No. He was as confident and cocky as could be; but he could have been hiding something. I really can’t be sure.”
“Dangit Tony, why didn’t you see what was going on?! You’re supposed to be the one who lets us know about this stuff!”
Tony looked at him and said nothing. “Ah, well, of course you would let your emotions get in the way. Listen,” and here he walked over to Tony and put his hands on his shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with being consumed with anger at him, but you just can’t let it make you forget what to do. Get me?” Tony sighed and nodded. He really hated these conferences.
Charby grimaced at the stubborn Alp’s attitude, then said, “Meeting dismissed.”
As the members of the demon gang shuffled out, Charby remained in his accustomed seat, staring at the pale stars slowly going out as the sun began its rise, and thought of a human he once knew, who had been blown out like one of the quickly diminishing stars. Victor
At about 7:30 in the morning, Menu came into the cabin to put food in the refrigerator, when he saw Charby asleep on a chair, leaning on the windowsill with a regretful look on his face.
“OY! Breakfast!!”
“Good Lord, menu, if I didn’t know that you live to eat, I would swear that you devote yourself to causing me the most titanic headaches.” Menu chuckled wickedly, and put a plate infront of his old friend.
“’Ere, you look like you ain’t gotta bite in ages!”
“Yes, yes, as if I haven’t heard THAT one almost every day of my life,” grumbled Charby, and pushed the plate away.
“I’m not hungry. I’m going to bed. Say hi to Claire for me, willya?” Menu sighed at the sight of the plate untouched. Waste of a good deep-fried bacon breakfast. He knew that Charby hadn’t eaten in many days. But, that was his business, and Menu wasn’t about to force feed him a screaming, wiggling human. Maybe a chicken, though. Yeah, Charby likes chickens. But where was he going to find one?
“Don’t bothers, he won’t eats. At alls.”
“Stinkin’ mind reader, go bother summun else.”
Tony stood up from the corner he had never left. “’T’s mine jobs to dos that’s, remembers? ‘Nightmare Stalker’?”
Menu scowled at Tony thoughtfully.
“’Ow long ‘ave you bin ‘ere?”
Tony snickered. “Since dats meetings last nights, which youse so conveniently forgots. Let me tell youse, his dreams is mighty interestings. Remember dos two humans he liked? Victor ‘n Victoria? I’ll spare youse da details, they’s not pretty.
Alp and Werewolf glared at eachother for a few tense moments, neither saying anything.
“Claire’s waitin’ fer me, don’t wanna keep her. Good ta seeya, ‘old pal’.” Menu left, none too secure. Tony had won, and they both knew it. He smirked, and then went out to find Hexavier, confident that this search he would use his powers to finally help them see what was going on.
Kavonn donned his hat and wand and went into the woods to have a little ‘fun’.
Menu reached the cave that he and his wife Claire called home, and Charby, unable to sleep, set off to seek the council of the Vampire King.
“Charby! It’s been a long time, how are you my good friend?”
“So and so,” Charby sighed. “Tony and Hexavier have seen the one who calls himself ‘The Demon King’ not too far from here. How has being the vampire king been?”
“So and so, same as you. Kind of tiring and boring. You won’t like it when you are King, but it has its merits.”
“It better. Sounds absolutely horrifying. Any news on what killed Victor?” The Vampire King grimaced.
“None yet. But, Charby! For the life of me, I have no idea why you need to avenge him! Even if it was something supernatural, and the odds of that are almost 500 to one, what makes you think it’s still alive? Or that it killed him on purpose?”
Charby merely looked at him with an assured eye and a grim smile. “I KNOW.”
“Fine, very well, it’s your business anyway. It was nice seeing you again, Charby.”
“You, too, Zerlocke.”
A man ran through Kellwood Forest, stretching every branch so that they would snap back at his pursuer. Unfortunately for him, this had no effect. Mad cackling fell from above, and the panting man made one last desperate effort to get away before he was completely encased in long, dark grey tendrils.
“Greetings, my good man. A fine day, is it not?” The voice sounded young, but not child-like. A young man, then. Sounded rather high; short? And of course, it had a slight English accent and an obviously mocking tone. The poor robber, still rapped up in the young man’s-what was this? Hair? In any case, he was still trapped.
“You do know that it’s not polite to not look at other people when they talk to one, correct? Look at me.” He struggled all the more.
“Monster!! Noone’s caught me yet, you aren’t normal, you (*#)^%$ monster!!!”
The theif’s captor seemed amused; he wouldn’t know, he refused the man’s request.
“Monster, you say? Are you sure you wish to confirm that? Look at me.”
“Why should I $*#*$%&( look at you, I already know what you are, you %*%*%&*%^(&!!!
The young man tutted. “Such wordes. But it’s not a request; this is an ORDER. LOOK AT ME.” And with these last, the subjugator gave the poor man such a squeeze that he finally leaned over to see what kind of man had this strength. Then again, in horror, as the Hat Guardian of Kellwood Forest smiled with his widely slit eyes, whispered to himself, “Yes, yes. That’s the look.” And tightened his hair around the man with inhuman strength-SHSHLSSCCCRACK
“What I want to know,” commented Hexavier as he and Tony walked the forest, “is how he can hide a kingdom in a city.”
“Maybes his new-founds (&&^%*)ism gaves hims super @$$hole powers or somethings.” They chuckled at that for a bit, and kept walking.
“Or maybe he just has a really small kingdom-oh man, I can’t believe I just SAID that.” Tony snickered and Hexavier glared at him as they reached a small wall of greenery.
“I’s can’ts believes youse-…”
“Tony? What? Tony?! OH MY *&^$#^*%^…”
SLAM!!
“Claire my sweet!”
“Menu my doggie!”
The loving couple embraced for several minutes, then settled down.
“So, how was your day?” Claire passed Menu a cup of tea and took one for her.
“Eh, fine. That jerk Tony was pushin’ me around, think I oughtta let him meet my club. Missed a meeting last night”
“Oh, that’s fine. We were doing something much more productive than an old meeting.” Teacups clinked and they chuckled.
“So how about that potion? Ya know, one that lets me turn back into a guy again? I miss bean’ able to wear pants.” Claire’s shoulders drooped, and she replied,
“Not going well. But we have lots of time right? Right Menu?” He was staring out the window, his ears on end and a worried expression on his large brown eyes. “Menu?”
“Ah, I gotsta go, sweatpea. I’ll be here later tonight, aright?” And with those words, he bounded out the door, a grim-faced gold wolf disappearing into the afternoon haze.
“Yes, beautiful, isn’t it?” Zeno looked with his newly caught prisoners in mock awe at the huge, black kingdom that belonged to him. “It’s not really that big you know, just about the size of my dear, old village…”
Tony and Hexavier stared at him malignly, disgusted at what he had done to the place he was born, but all they could do was stare.
Tony was trussed up like a pig, all in iron bands that hissed slightly as they burned his skin, his hat removed and his eyes blue with wide pupils, wincing constantly.
While Hexavier was held confined more comfortably with layers of rope, his face was contorting and impossibly pale with rage. His usually blank, pale pink eyes were almost red with fury and want, and his hands twisted this way and that, choking an invisible neck. His amulet that could have helped him vent his uncontrollable anger was now hanging on the neck of his enemy, faintly glowing with a definite mocking impression.
Zeno, on the other hand, was in great health, wearing Tony’s hat and Hexavier’s amulet-neither doing anything to empower him, merely a clearly working attempt at breaking their spirit. His wings spread wide, over 12 feet across, his wingspan finally consisting with his weight. In one hand, he grasped with ease the Scythe that had corrupted him so many years ago, and the other clenched a chain. The chain was quite interesting; spellworked to be heavy and strong, but made with a cheap metal. It followed gravity to the neck of a seemingly young, pale woman, where the spells were much more intricate to turn the chain into leather twice as strong as the chains, but less likely to scar her exposed neck. The rest of the length trapped her wrists together and her ankles to her master; still able to walk but not of her free will. The woman was dressed simply and elegantly in a long dress, but she wore it as if it were rags. Her hair grew in long, heavy black lockes about her pale, still face, and fell into her pure, opal white eyes. ‘Queen’ Mye.
“ZEENOO!!! YA STINKIN’ &*%*^&(^^%, I’M GONNA KILLYA!!!!” Menu launched himself from the trees, aiming his rather sharp claws at Zeno’s throat.
“WHA-?! YOU!!” Zeno, with a look of outrage on his white face, threw an energy field around Mye and himself, tossing the huge werewolf down in the process-but not before several deep scratches made their mark on the terrible demon’s face. “Hmm, I underestimated your friends, boys. Not that it matters much, it’s still not enough.” Zeno was panting from the effort of the field-it was only a while ago that he had mastered the technique, and his mocking tone had a taste of fear in it.
“‘Underestimated’ is an understatement, Zeno. It’s high time you paid the piper-now what will you give him to buy back your life…”
SNAP! C-CLACT! A great, yellow light enveloped Zeno, and a huge be-hatted wolf growled menacingly at him from next to Menu as a dark grey figure drew from the trees.
Zeno sneered as he worked the energy field again, dispelling the bright yellow light about the clearing like a mirror. Tony jumped from behind and began to tear up his wings before the demon threw him away with a snarl.
“So what have we here? One mutt, two pathetic losers with magic hats, and a dead guy with a magic skull? I suppose you’ll next have that annoying flower faerie that used to stalk me come and try and blow me up using flower bombs?”
“Yep, but I use grenades, not flower bombs.” Azelea smirked from behind Zeno, and showed him the item in her hand. “Holy Hand Grenade. Self-sticking. It was made to get rid of vampires in a different dimension, but it’ll do for a corrupting demonic weapon, don’t you think?” And with that, she pulled the ring out with her teeth and threw it at the huge scythe at Zeno’s side. Kavonn stared at her in alarm, and started for the woods as fast as he could. Menu and Tony got the cue and raced for shelter, but Hexavier strayed behind.
“Come ON, ya brain-dead zombie!!” Azelea grabbed his arm and pulled him away as the grenade exploded, the shrapnel scattering a silver constellation across the darkening sky.
