.:or luck of the draw:.
A quiet yawning below a quiet awning.
A little girl wakes.
the silence of the evening.
She places a card.
Three of clubs goes first.
A woman with white hair paces through the smoke. A wolf with a gun. A wolf with an aim and a wolf with a memory. A black dress fazes through the wisps of grey about the woman who is grey, a steely sky flying below. Searching, searching, searching. The next awaits.
Feral grinning is light as a lantern.
claws scratch hearts in stone.
Blood from a stone. Blood from a king. One that never came to be for he plays against the Red Empress's Might. Scarlet eyes open wide and crimson lips form words:
Play, struggle nine of hearts.
Alizarin hair flutters past yellow cats-eye. Cat's eye. Mordant red 19. Irritant. Toxic? The world is poisoned no more and the pieces are still. New pieces to wage the war of the Goddess. The war of the Sacrifice.
New forms to old ideals and a new perspective to colour the edges.
The players assemble and the pieces wait. Cat among the pigeons, feathers dance in the wind.
You know why you are here, my dear. You know what you must do.
Continue to play. Continue to fight, little girl. Not so little girl anymore. Little mess of white and red on a black piece of card shaped like a snowflake.
Having a bath in a teacup sounds like a wonderful idea.
I think you'd fair better out in that rain.
Wide eyes turn past the awning, running down the street.
Without a care. I care for my paws, claws, jaws.
And I care for you.
Cards scattered. A cut deck resting on a chessboard.