06-21-2015, 02:42 AM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
They are certainly pests when they wanted to be, but the shadow child could concede that they came in useful from time to time. Although he could have gone without that godawful fairyland experience. He’d thought he would remain in solitude for most of the evening but his assumptions were broken when a quiet rustling could be heard close to his resting place.
Mismatched eyes easily pierce the darkness to see a spotted mare approaching him. He shifts his weight and the tendrils part with one last affectionate touch to his cheek. They were annoying most times, but only because they clambered for his attention constantly. Few could truly detect them and most others cringed away in fear and uncertainty. The shadow child has had to learn to willingly embrace them in his life.
From the tattoos clearly visible upon her skin, he vaguely wondered if she was an Amazon. He tended to enjoy the company of Amazons; they tended to be more strong-willed and intriguing as compared to others. He remembers Sable and their short time together with fondness. And of course his own daughter had remained in the jungle. As she draws closer, he can pick up the rich and exotic scent of the jungle permeating the air and he is almost certain she is a jungle-woman.
How thrilling.
She seems to have caught a glance of the pests; otherwise, he didn’t really know what he did to already have her narrowing her eyes at him. He had been over here just minding his own business really. But her first words confirm his suspicion and he offers her a politely confused expression. “Standing really isn’t such a difficult task. But perhaps I do not take the sport as seriously I should.”
The shadow child really has gone too long without the company of others.
Such a contrary little thing he could be at times.
“Who might you be, champion of the weight-bearers?”
He manages to keep his stoically polite expression, with the exception of a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, despite his border-line sarcastic words. Perhaps she would take his words offensively, but the shadow child was merely thrusting his odd mood upon an unwilling victim. One of those moods where all he would like to do is mince some words, but it was all in good fun of course.
( The Shadow Child )