The boy watches her for a time, white eyes narrowed. He doesn’t blend so well with the spring foliage as he had with the winter snow. He preferred winter much more because of this trick but it didn’t matter for now. It seemed as though she spotted him and he was going to run for it. Ducking into the brush he started slinking off but it seemed she was a few steps ahead of him. Evil girls, terrible things, all of them. He thought slinking over and further from the water. He heard the splash of water. He moved a little faster hearing the shuffling of the grass behind him. Istas just wanted to get away from the black girl before she tried to talk to him or kill him like that other crazy girl did!

He froze as she spoke, some strange language. A spell! It was a spell she was laying a curse on him now! He was certain of it as he turned around to face her still hiding in the thick foliage not sure if she knew where he was at. It didn’t seem like it. It seemed as if he would be bound or cursed if he ran away. He burst from the bushes white eyes scared and angry with the girl for doing this to him. Making him choose conversation or be cursed by her strange witchcraft. He knew it was real, his father believed in such things and did such things. He saw into the future and was covered with strange herbs and trinkets to help him do so.

”What do you mean this language!?” The boy said not emerging from the brush, he had never even heard the demons speak in that tongue didn’t know they were even capable to it. Her scent was purely that of Diveen and he knew they were out to hurt him again, try and kill him. ”You Diveen wolves are all the same, out to kill me and my family!” He yelled at the girl his extra fluffy form bristling, scared that like the other girl she would attack him hurt him and leave him running with his tail between his legs.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why