08-19-2020, 03:23 PM
WILT
He is entirely alone. The forest whispers to him that winter is near, that the snow will choke the life from him if he does not prepare. But his body feels so heavy in its woe. Occasionally small animals come to collect the nectar of his pitcher plants or gather the seeds from his vines. Wilt breathes a slow sigh as he grabs a rabbit by its leg, missing its throat entirely. The thorn-covered vines snap its spine so easily before stuffing the soft morsels of meat into his mouth. He hates it here.
But a sound nearby pulls him from his thoughts. Half of the small rabbit dangles limp from his jaws when he turns to look at her. He must look so strange, surrounded by his cocoon of grasses and autumn flowers. What is he? Wilt tilts his head and rises onto those slender legs to examine her for a few more moments. Slowly, the flora guarding him shrivels and wilts to the forest floor, leaving only him.
“I am Wilt. I am..alone,” he explains as he eagerly draws closer to her. She smells like others, strongly enough that he thinks she might have a family. A family means a mother. Then, she could be his mother, if he could only keep her. The boy grins excitedly and shuffles himself closer to press into her side, mindful of his thorns and the gnashing fly traps in his mane and tail.
“Or you could stay here with me! Forever!” he proclaims, grinning wide enough to display the black gums and midnight fangs lining his jaws.
But a sound nearby pulls him from his thoughts. Half of the small rabbit dangles limp from his jaws when he turns to look at her. He must look so strange, surrounded by his cocoon of grasses and autumn flowers. What is he? Wilt tilts his head and rises onto those slender legs to examine her for a few more moments. Slowly, the flora guarding him shrivels and wilts to the forest floor, leaving only him.
“I am Wilt. I am..alone,” he explains as he eagerly draws closer to her. She smells like others, strongly enough that he thinks she might have a family. A family means a mother. Then, she could be his mother, if he could only keep her. The boy grins excitedly and shuffles himself closer to press into her side, mindful of his thorns and the gnashing fly traps in his mane and tail.
“Or you could stay here with me! Forever!” he proclaims, grinning wide enough to display the black gums and midnight fangs lining his jaws.