the boys who kiss and bite
they are the brilliant ones
who speak and write;
She knew she wasn’t alone. Even in this strange part of Moladion the signs were the same: everything grew quiet around her, save a quiet rustling in the grass. Even as she turned her head, he was drawing close, moving toward her and nipping at her skin. In her shock, she leapt up, trying to put some space between them, but he came at her again with those teeth. He was big and she was, at first, confused. But the idea of playing this game (or any game) with this stranger made her queasy.
The fear crept up her spine and tingled in her toes. Her tail drooped and her ears lay flat, anxiety darkening her expressive lavender eyes. If she had stayed with Sen, content at home, she would be safe now. Here she was exposed, with nowhere to run. “Harm…?” She broke off, the word hovering in her shaky voice. She knew there were wolves that would kill for sport. She had seen them play their ‘games’ from a distance, and it was a rare thing that the prey survived.
He was massive – nearly twice her size. Even if she ran, which was her strength, he could probably run her down. And if he caught her, she would be finished. There was no choice left to her. She would have to try to outthink him. She summoned what courage she had and met the stranger’s yellow eyes, strangely uncomforted by the ordinarily cheery color. “And, uh, how do I go about winning your game?” Her voice was as steady as she could make it, but she couldn’t hide the fear from her eyes.
they sing in clever tongues
oh, how my knees go weak
to be the one;
H U S H
five ** soul ** home ** |