Graveyard Darkonite
HiilumaruAngani Is a girl's name. Yes, it is. I used to be a girl. I used to be a sheeta, he says, but I don't remember that. I used to be selfish and I hated life, that's all I remember. But now that I'm graveyard, doesn't it seem silly that I'm so much happier now?
Angani is going to be blacklight again. He knows. His owner is going to make him bright again, make him colorful, make him rainbow and glow and nighttime shenanigans. He looks forward to it. Sure, it'll cost a lot of money. They don't have much to begin with. They live in a swamp. They live in a dark, wet place, where sadness abounds and yet scurries for cover at the sound of the laughter of two darkonites and a human. They're the three that hand lanterns on the trees and play in the cemetery at night. Angani wears the glowsticks. He wears the aurora necklace. Razoul wears the pretty white snow-looking cloak too. After a lot of work, she finally became glacier. He will meet the same goal, the goal of becoming the color he truly feels he should be once more money comes to the family of seven. Owner and pets - Darkonites, popoko, Devonti, Kerubi, one that always changes.
He walks along a fence, singing to himself, waiting for the moon to come out. There's a long cut in the land that follows the path of the moon some nights. When this happens, he likes to sing on the fence, using his blacklight voice, so perky and attention-grabbing, until the moon is at the very end. He's not very fast yet, so he can run until it crosses the highest point in the sky. then he turns around and runs back. Now, he sees the moon above the trees. He leaps off the fence, digs the ground with his claws, then scrunches up into a ball as he winds up like a clockwork toy, ready to spring forward.
Angani runs. He knows he was blacklight because his fur is black, his tips have some color and he leaves a faint trail, but he also knows because when he runs, he can feel rainbows flowing behind him. They aren't really there, but he knows they should be... So he runs. He runs until the moon crests the highest point of the sky, until he has to hurt his neck to see it, then he turns around and runs to it again.
He can feel it. the rainbow trail behind him is really there this time. He closes his eyes and runs faster, and it gets longer - by the time he reaches the fence again, it's gone. But that's okay. Someday soon, he'll have a real trail with him. One that will show up no matter what.
And maybe he'll have brighter colors too.
