He is….creepy. The way he moves, the way you cannot hear him breathing, or smell him on the shifting air. Padmé can only smell something akin to the scent of fresh rain, of a fog after chilly showers fade and a warm sun comes. As he draws near, his voice emitting ghoulishly, the hair on her spine stiffens and a cold shiver runs through her.
His eyes, his sharp teeth, his eerie voice ̶ everything about this smelled like a trap. She looks around, over each dark shoulder, her mother is nowhere in sight. She tosses her tail nervously, his next question brings her head to a tilt curiously. That is exactly what she’s here for, turns out.
She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “Yes,” she exhales, blinking anxiously, “I do.” she isn’t quite wise enough to ask about it before she agrees, taking a step forward. She would wonder once they were on their way, once it was too late. Silly girl.
Her mother does lurk. A jaguar crouched quietly in the darkness. She will follow her daughter and this...creature to wherever he takes her ̶ and, later, she will thoroughly scorn her daughter for being too dull to ask more questions of this shadowman offering her a home.
PADMÉ
the high black water, the devil's daughter
the high black water, the devil's daughter
because i am impatient and she truly is a little naive thing, this is her first trip to the field XD
feel free to do the next post in Pangea (or wherever they're going haha)
@[jamie]