10-31-2016, 12:30 AM
Stillwater
He stood at the summit of a shallow knoll, staring at her. She was a young one, black but tipped in the bright crimson of blood from a shallow cut. Children were often so loud and rambunctious, romping around together and giving the word "horseplay" its proper meaning. This one though, just held quiet on her own. No mother or father kept a close watch on her, no sibling for a guard. Just her and her wicked shadow blending with the night.
His eyes bore into her. Even from this distance she felt it and intuitively turned her gaze to where he stood. He said nothing, made no move. Only stood there with twisted tendrils dripping with seawater, dark blue-gray eyes watching her wordlessly without expression.
He didn't particularly like children. This filly out on her own, at the peak of night no less, intrigued him just a little. He must be growing far too bored. Though, he was curious how she'd respond. Would she be frightened as her mother would have raised her to be? Would she run on home to seek her safety? Would she scream first? Surely she wouldn't be stupid enough to try a polite conversation like some perky dimwit.
No, he didn't think she'd do that. She didn't have the right look in her eye. There was something else there. Something he couldn't quite place.
He forfeited his haunt and headed for her in a steady, unhurried pace. His stare was locked on to her, never leaving her eyes. Let her watch, let her see him come. Would she fear him and run? His face was unreadable as he halted before her, close enough to touch if he reached out far enough. He observed her silently for a few moments longer, then smiled slowly with just a minuscule quirk of a brow.
Hello, little darling.
His eyes bore into her. Even from this distance she felt it and intuitively turned her gaze to where he stood. He said nothing, made no move. Only stood there with twisted tendrils dripping with seawater, dark blue-gray eyes watching her wordlessly without expression.
He didn't particularly like children. This filly out on her own, at the peak of night no less, intrigued him just a little. He must be growing far too bored. Though, he was curious how she'd respond. Would she be frightened as her mother would have raised her to be? Would she run on home to seek her safety? Would she scream first? Surely she wouldn't be stupid enough to try a polite conversation like some perky dimwit.
No, he didn't think she'd do that. She didn't have the right look in her eye. There was something else there. Something he couldn't quite place.
He forfeited his haunt and headed for her in a steady, unhurried pace. His stare was locked on to her, never leaving her eyes. Let her watch, let her see him come. Would she fear him and run? His face was unreadable as he halted before her, close enough to touch if he reached out far enough. He observed her silently for a few moments longer, then smiled slowly with just a minuscule quirk of a brow.
Hello, little darling.
@[Lilitha]
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it