Friends with the Monsters, [Taren]

[Taren]

taren

you're a real firecracker, aren't you sparky?

Taren has run away from his mother again. Cackling like a little fool, he had zapped her on the rump with a blue bolt of lightning and had run away screaming at the top of his lungs, legs flailing and head lolled back. His tongue was flying out of his mouth unelegantly as he snipped and snarled his way to the craggy bluff overlooking the sea. The smell of the salt was beautiful to him--it reminded him of the sulphur after smell that comes with setting stuff on fire with a good piece of static. However, Taren still hates the sand, and as he looks behind him, he is careful that his shock-yellow fluffy tail mops up what little sand grains are on his bum, making sure his blue-black hide remains pristine and itchy free.

But from his place--a carefully chosen perch away from the sandy beach--he has seen a strange looking girl, older than him. Her body is dip dyed scarlet and black, and... she is wading in the water like a lunatic. Looking back on the beach for--well he's not sure what she's looking for, but she turns her head back a couple of times, before turning her attention back to the water, tilting her head, and then... she disappeared. Taren blinked, widening his stance as he searched the waves for her. She just fucking disappeared!

Tilting his head the other way, his yellow eyes peered towards what looked to be a limp plastic bag. Floating. doing nothing. Just floating. The lightning child is too far away to see that she has taken on a meal in to her belly, but he looks in that direction never the less. Still conflustercated as to where the fuck the girl had gotten to. While he spends his time figuring it out, notices that the limp floating plastic bag is gone... and once again, a girl is standing there, wading in the shallow waves, peering back at the beach.

Eventually she leaves, shadowing her body within the treeline. Taren bolts, his crazy legs going every which direction as he leaves his perch to go after her. Losing his footing, he slides down the bank, sand riding up his crack as he falls ungraciously at the girl's feet.

"Fuck. Sand wedgie."

He gets up, shuffles his feet in the sand quickly, and takes a stance. Green lightning generates around his back legs and he kicks backward, effectively blowing up the perch he'd been standing on. If it was going to betray his trust and give him a sand wedgie... it would be no more. Surveying the damage with a satisfied grin, he looks back at the girl. Tilting his head--causing his ears to flop in a most undignified manner--he looks to her. "Hi. I'm Taren."