we scream our very souls free
A wild giggle escapes impossibly dark lips as the little shadow creature embraces the darkness of the trees. Yellow eyes wide with delight, Haunt leads the blue and gray colt on a merry chase, leaving just enough breadcrumbs to follow deeper into the woods. Had they not known each other so well, it might have been enough to give anyone pause, following an impossible, scentless nightmare into the depths of the woods. But they do know each other, and Haunt knows nothing of dark and eerie things, truth be told. No, Haunt is only an odd child who wishes to play.
Another round of breathless giggles escapes the impossible child as Misfit finally locates its location, bounding forward to scrape youthful teeth across a pitch-dark shoulder. Leaping forward, Haunt charges headlong into the tussle Misfit had instigated, overly-long legs akimbo as the spritely youth swings them around the blue-tinged boys shoulders, teeth tugging, perhaps a little too sharply (an accident, to be sure, but the little creature doesn’t know his own strengths yet).
Haunt pulls them both over with another bubble of laughter, the shadows reaching, swallowing, cushioning their landing. Until they are little more than a tangle of thin, childish bodies and too long limbs. Haunt squirms until Misfit is pinned gently to the leaf-litter. Nosing the gray of his neck, Haunt laves almost curiously at the downy foal-fur, rather enjoying the rasp of tongue against skin. The child could not quite say why, but it’s comforting and familiar. Reminding it of the day they’d first met and Misfit had been shocked by such an uncommon greeting.
Haunt got a little wild oops :| if you want me to change absolutely holler at me and I will lolol