Sahaquiel

• you’re on a trail though the forest it’s early morning and as you take in the pinks and purples of the sunrise you feel a presence behind you a…let’s just say interested presence . You quicken your pace slightly hoping for it not to be a mountain lion *

Intriguing….

• you hear a voice calling to you. It’s the kind of deep basal voice that feels like icy water running down your spine *

I don’t think that I’ve seen you before

you look back and almost jumped out your skin . How is he that quiet?

• the rabbit is massive deep emerald eyes, golden fur and perhaps the most striking feature his wings are oddly shaped at their edges and almost as big as you are tall hanging suspended in the air like a giant marionette hung by invisible strings as the edges of your vision begin to blur by merely being in his presence *

• you feel a psychic weight pressing in like a second gravity from above, from below and all around you . He tilts his head curiously not one hint of emotion coming from those deep glass-green eyes *