07-21-2015, 11:40 AM
Talking to ones self is usually a good indicator of a weakened state of mind. Just the way he likes them. Easy to manipulate, easy prey. She races around the meadow, screaming like a dying rabbit and never noticing the ghost lurking at the edge of the forest. Cloaked in the protectiveness of the shade he simply watches, red eyes locked on this broken soul. His interest is peaked. He snatches bits of her words here and there but she is screaming and cantering so only some words can be plucked from the air. Aoki. He’s not sure whose name that is, hers or someone else's. But it’s enough to work with and so he propels himself towards her as she finally comes to a standstill and stares at her withered reflection on the choppy surface of the stream. This one had obviously seen better days. Malnourished, scarred flesh, and the dead look in her eyes. Emerald eyes that would illuminate beautifully if they had been polished up a bit. Not that he wants to polish her up. Far from it, he loves them beautifully broken, already wrecked. The sun hits his skin and he loses his ghostly appearance. Instead he brightens, his dirty white hide seeming a little less disgusting. His red eyes lose a little of their blaze in the light but that serves his intentions just fine. ”You should be careful.” His voice silky smooth and low as he eyes the tears running down her face. ”You’ll attract unwanted attention howling the way you are. Don’t want to attract the wolves do you?” Oh wait… Too late. *********the big bad wolf |