A New Monster’s Crawl To Call
On a late night flight somewhere between a now new and a once past then he heard the late night call of a woman who was obviously enthralled by the shifting shadows of the night and fresh to woke.
He took note to answer as strong as ever squak box voice taking approach to her plight like a pilot in flight calling the ball but drifting a bit off to the right. Confident and true but suppressing a rattled croo of rooster wry echoing mall; forgetting too the new battle call of bangarang!
Turning into a decent sprawl pattern of curious matters pondered upon approach he remembered you! A wild woman with mirrored monster mural girl knee high as to fit the size of the playscape moon tower thier friendship first passed through. You were a mermaid back then but the proximity of the encounter enlightened the hour of your maimed beach crawl.
The waves of Neverland rolled lapping at the carnage trailing your recent battle’s maw and cawl. No longer possessing your glittering tail that once fanned in tow of your command; its removal obviously over time and finally severing to necessary demand.
As his feet found land and their conversation began he could hear the pain of a girl, once a woman of mermaid kin bend on voice of clenched teeth subdued by the sand in night’s beverage within hand. He outstretched his band of friendship fingered hand and listened to story of a dashed mermaid parade in which the protagonist took form of a juvenile squire of poor form fight stuck in a spindled casing of rueful man.
The ending no shock was of flayed tail painting crimson sand; its bone structure now erecting posture into a stand. With new legs never possessed and stumbling on dry land he welcomed her to this magical place of Neverland. He noted she needs a new monster to embody her nature as she once again learns how to play and thew new challenge of dancing upon running feet arriving to once glittering tails stay.
With a new monster kind and the mermaids past of pain packaged and stowed away he offered the words of a fantastical world and advized as to say: Once you find your new monster who he’d suggest Hylarose to provide her with a name an ode to Hylonome of Ovid’s epic of old. Hylarose is a woman of Sagittarius; half goddess of sapian seed and matched whole as creature of thunderous locomotion with a flowing tail different to care in hair trailing determination toned thundering legs of a battle steed.
A beautiful centaur kin of old is the wild thing he could now see in your soul with a determined new view from dry land braced with a patiently crafted bow strapped to back and ornate javelin lancing in new body’s strand of hand. Your new erect posture holding position of charging composure with goddess mounted motion of four battle painted hooves and a javelin poised and target system manned.
A creature of metamorphosis now reigning the direction of your little mirror’s reflection: strong, radiant, and wholly without grasp of a petty man. Your hooves and strength now rooted to the soil of Neverland; your environment no longer poses threat of juvenile hand holding you under the shores beyond the sand. And, with javelin poised and little wild one trailing at side you adorn the skins of your past prizes of battle and ride up on the fresh strides and write your story in the sand of Neverland.
Paint yourself as he would see: a fierce warrior woman who now navigates across this world stronger reborn a modest goddess coming to reign a new world and promised the stars if she chooses pegasus wings; they will grow and elevate this new woman into the heavens of her own epic of old as an ode to Ovid and the story of Metamorphosis he told. Write a story as great as an epic and tell your story of an insect man who while admiring a picture of the fur clad woman. Transform that hidden wild thing into a woman as great as the one admired by Gregor in the novella written by Franz Kafka also named Metamorphosis.
A woman admired for her beautiful outer form, wrapped in decadent fur skins, and posture lingering upon the mind’s eye’s memory. Leaving a view staggered upon the woman beneath the skins and the story untold by her pose. Here are two tickets to Neverland Inspiration Station; a place between two realms. World World in one hand and Paint Planet in the other. Good luck during your adventures on dry land and call if you ever need a friend or help unlocking that new presance bounding within.
Choose the destination and render ticket in savage slay soaked hand. A warning of departure is a note posted to all along the station tunnels domed grandstand. Choose your destination quickly as inspiration is in short demand. Departures are final but return trips linking these worlds are available once talent of ink or pigmented paint has been spilled from soul hole and your inner artist who hides under a blank canvas of fresh skins wrapped upon parchment of soul’s pages, blank awaiting a new chapter to begin.
These two worlds are just suggested locations to begin - I’m excited to hear where your journey takes you in the end!