05-27-2018, 05:14 PM
Kreep
Golden head tilts slightly to the side as the boyfriend addresses me. you don’t fit in… sour, accusing words growl at me.
A quick shift, and I’m as black as the shadows around us. I’d of snapped my fingers had I had any (the creeper would do it for me with his own viney claws), and I stare back at him through black eyes. “Do I fit in now?” I ask, with a sort of mischievous chortle.
I turn back to my natural color (bay, with varying green spots across my hide), and jump from side to side. “We could hunt. Mama and I like to chase the deer!” I exclaim. Hunting was a game, right? “I’m not quite big enough to take down the doe, but we can hunt the smaller creatures if you’d prefer.”
He can almost smell the blood (like iron), taste it (metallic like pennies sliding down his throat), feel it (heavy, sticky, warm). Play the game with me, boyfriend!
God called in sick today
@[Rajanish]