General

The park is my kind of place in its absolute stillness. If there was a person moving in here I would hear them. I am alone. The old swings are stationary and there is barely even a soft whisper from what leaves remain in the late autumn trees. The rain has melted the leaves underfoot to slush, without it I might not have dared enter for fear of giving my position away. On the downward slope of the park the ground is waterlogged at this time of year and using an old fork to stir upa fresh face-pack is simple enough. It’s icy and coarse with grit. I have to just hope it’s thick enough to cover. I wish I could wear shades to obscure my eyes but that would be as good as a blindfold tonight.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 30, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.

General

The dragon was the colour of the night, not a coincidence, but merely a function of his multi-chromatic skin. In the forest he was a similar pattern to army camouflage pants. In the city he was concrete grey. Passing over the ocean in daylight he was blue, the exact blue of the waves from above and the blue of the sky from below. His eyes were able to zoom in from hundreds of meters away and his eyes could isolate sounds from one another. He could echo locate and mimic any creature, even the human voice. Now in his eight century he had matured and was seeking a mate, never something he'd even been curious about before.

General

The seahorse is crafted as if God hammered it from the most beautiful molten metal. Every part of it is flat and angular, yet it makes to most heavenly organic shape. It has a passing resemblance to horses of course, but the more I watch it the more I see the pipe-fish it is more closely related to with beating fins and fishy eyes. In the wrong place its ornate camouflage would be useless, but here on just the right coral it is almost invisible. If I didn't know they were here I would never find them, not ever. I study them for bulging pouches, there's something about a pregnant father that tickles me, though I know it's normal for them. I don't see any today, perhaps next time.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2014.