I watch him as he shrugs, the furry boy with mis-matched eyes. He is a strange one indeed, he asks what I can offer and then doesn't take them. I wrinkle my nose slightly, I am confused. I don't interact with others often. I spend my time alone and with the dead. I follow second mother Jaidah, but the way she talks is different than with others, from what I remember. I haven't really talked to anyone but her in the past two years, and my memory of Moladion before the sky fell was fading into the deathly smells of the now. He doesn't want me to sniff things for him, that I understand. He says he isn't looking to start a family soon, and that is what I find odd. I wasn't offering a family, I was offering to make puppies with my body. Those are completely different things. I do not see why we need to know each other to create puppies, though I honestly have no idea how puppies are made I just know that females make them. I don't need a male to make puppies, do I? I don't know, I assume I can make them myself. I guess he doesn't want any though.
My eyes still remain wide in their creepy gaze. I drink up the look he gives with his own eyes, I like his look, I like it a lot, but I don't know if I like it how other females like looks. Apparently females are supposed to like males, I like him, I would like his eyes yes, is that what they mean? I wish him dead like I wish everything dead, but he at least lets me stare into his eyes. He didn't run like the dead girl did. He stays right here, and he lets me look at him. See, I would want less dead if others would just sit still, and let me examine them. Well, maybe I would still want them dead...no one ever wants to sit that still.
He asks me many questions as my ears remained perked. I blink at him and tilt my head again. I keep a rather blank looking face, I do not know how to put expressions on my face that well. Why would he want to know all these things? I find it weird. It is not practical information at all, it is all useless. It doesn't help with my cause at all, but I guess if I tell him, maybe I can have her pink eyes. My eyes meander back down to the dirt, black paw drawing around, tracing imagines in my mind as I process thoughts. It is a moment of silence between us. Only the sound of birds, the breeze, and the occasional noise of death from the girl next to us.
"Name....I think it was Seren. Seren is what first mother called me. But first mother is dead. I follow second mother Jaidah now....Iromar...that is the place, they say I can have my own den there, I can collect all the things I want there," I say, my voice unwavering, little emotion but still somewhat child like. My head tilted back and forth as I watched my own paw play with the ground, but with my next words I look at him again. Why does he ask such hard questions? I just simply do not understand, I do not wish to know these things about him. He is just a shell to me, just a body. All I need to know is right before my eyes.
"Objective is to change. I need to examine to know what to be next. I need to keep things close so I can become them, yes...yes...." I say, blinking again as my paw pauses.
"Her eyes are options. She wouldn't sit still. No one sits still. I need to look, I needed her to die so I can have. Eyes...they do not last long, no. Bones last long, fur lasts long, I have many...but eyes become dirt, they become dirt so I must hunt for eyes more..." I say. I have no concern that I might freak him out, I think this is completely normal though I had never put it into words before.
"What about you, hm? What did your first mother call you? Do you not like the eyes?" I ask, only mildly curious. I want to know his name because names mean something, and I want to know if he also has the interest in the eyes. If he has interest, I understand, they are now his eyes since he killed. I did not kill. I need to learn to kill like him, then I can get my own eyes...yes...yes... I need to learn to kill, and this boy...he will show me.
Three Years - Loved by None - Protected by None |