FORSAKEN
/\ Ryker /\ Demon /\ Pack /\ love /\ Soare / \
Its in the instant where the girl displays a shocking - yet curiously unusual stupidity - that I feel the violence bleed out of my system. Her maniac laughter doesn’t succeed in denting my hard gaze; although, even I can’t deny that this is… bizarre.
The laughter goes on; monstrous, murderous craving gone, should she continue much longer severely annoyed syndrom might result in the same bloody ending. Flicking my ears scathingly when she declares with gusto that she can see me. Well, I should hope so fool - else I might think you were blind. Perhaps out of sheer boredom… more unlikely, it was curiosity of this girl’s oddness.
I was indifferent of course, to whatever she might do - I could crush her like a fallen leaf beneath my paw and obviously, her anguish or fear was hers and not my problem. For the time being, I would exploit what I could out of this first time encounter.
Rising like a spreading shadow, I feel the muscles beneath my fur ripple powerfully as I make my way back onto the shore. At first, I don’t pay any attention to the fae; not out of pride but simply because I’m thirsty - she can wait.
Finally, beginning to doubt that the peeling laughter will ever cease, I turn my gaze on her form. Tall and dark, though rather insubstantial, I find myself struggling to characterize this girl.
A bit late to be out all alone, isn’t it sweetheart?
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