A gecko is all reactive power. His hands are splayed out on the brick- like someone smooshed them flat.
His tiny dinosaur face searching for what to react to.
He breathes adrenaline.
He only knows fear. His eyes turning all directions, choosing the color that blends. Blending means safety, merging is survival.
Vigilance gets dinner.
A peaceful gecko is a dead gecko.
Darkness & Light 