The Girl From Arles, Part Two
There's sun on the back of his neck as he crows his story to the world. Strange currents stir around him; messages that he isn't fully equipped to understand. The fur of his coat tickles his jaw, and he feels a strange tension in his chest today, as he readies himself for battle. Unperturbed, he shouts into the sky, and the people below recognise his call on a primal level, and respond in joy.
It's not a battle that everybody would recognise or understand, but he puts a great price on every clash in his struggle. His reputation is as important as his life, for it feeds him every day, and if there's a playfulness to his combat, then there's also a masked, athletic grandeur. The fight of a man who cannot afford to lose. Who will do terrible things if it keeps people's eyes on him.
He's not a bad person; he just spins on a separate axis, moves to a different beat than everybody else.
Watch him twirl!