04-21-2017, 07:25 PM
She heard a sharp breath in the muffled surrounding sounds. They were common sounds, leaf-litter, bugs, birds – but this sucking breath accompanied by a rotten sort of stench, a smell that soured her delicate pink nostrils. Shadow figures can always been seen in the corners of her wide, suspecting eyes, but this time is different. She pauses like a deer stuck in the artificial beam of car lights. This figure simply ambles passed as if she does not exist, as if she isn’t even enough there to be noticed. By the looks of him, she’s glad to go unnoticed or ignored, whichever is present in this creatures mind. The light laces his sunken skin, exposed meat and ligament and still her curiosities do not fade. Her ears find themselves pushed to their limit, reaching their tips as straight up as they go. Her posture slowly rises to its full potential, but stressfully slow, as to hinder being noticed if she can help it.
He’s, or it’s, moving out of sight now and she’s not sure what she wants to do. Follow? No. Surely not. But yes. Follow. Go. And so she goes at a creep, tip-toe pace, picking her foot holds carefully (or trying her best to, anyhow). She figures he’ll be onto her soon enough so…an even more critical decision point now.
Asking him, it, if they needed any healing was the first thing to almost fly out of her mouth but instead she chokes on it, swallows it with a struggle. She no longer has that ability. The Mountain took it from her, the land revoked it and she misses it so. What a fucking ice-breaker.
Now how does she navigate such a social threshold? ‘Hello’? No, seems utterly redundant and so rehearsed. She must come up with something better than that. The sudden snap of a twig makes her freeze in place, her icy eyes wide and stiffened on the rotting figure. “Hello.”
smooth…
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
@[Famine]
