He saw her there, how could he not, flashing in and out. So far he assumes he hasn’t been spotted by the jade and crimson girl with the rather befuddled look upon her adorable face. She’s clearly very young – and is that magic that’s out of control or has she been cursed? He ponders this while he quietly chews his last mouthful of greens from a stream’s edge. He dips into the shadows with little sound but a turning leaf. He is invisible now too, but his is well controlled. He’s learned to keep his breathing rhythmic, lucky foor him there is a breeze and so he may creep close when the sounds stir with the gentle gusts.
He says nothing but creeps within feet of her, hidden within the dark trees. He snaps a twig on purpose, but there is nothing to see in his direction, he is dead still and camouflaged into the umbrage of dappled tree shadows. He waits for her to examine where he stands before popping into view, peeling away the shadows to reveal his speckled body and bone white face; those eyes of his are the first to glow as he steps into the dim evening light. He’s lead by his own sinister chuckle and his voice breaks through the quiet, a low thunderous tone. “Well hello…” His teal stare levels with hers, they dance with mischief and humor and other things too…
He’s much larger, much older. His mind rolls around the possibilities of what he might get to do with, or to her. Will she be a willing friend? Is she an ornery lass, a sweet one? He peers down at her, his mind taking in her image, her smell, her figure and her eyes. He’s never seen anyone of her odd colors, even if it is hard to tell with her flashing in and out like she is…
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
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