“you’ve taken us the wrong way,”

The slimy voice hisses its way from the darkest corners of the woodland. A low, light laugh, short and brief follows the voice until “hush pretty, the voice seems to change from that slimy sound to a lovely, calming soprano. “I know where I am going,” the shadows seem to swallow the voices whole and an eerie silence ensues. The world waits impatiently, leaves rustling in the evening winds as do the grasses below.

It is within the shadows to the north that she stands in deliberation, mismatched eyes matching her mismatched minds peering around the area with a sense of determination.

What is it you seek child?

.”you’ve lost his scent, haven’t you.” there is that gritty voice again. ‘fool.” the gentle features of her face seems to contort, twisting into a menacing snarl of vicious frustration. Her scarred eye seems to flicker, that red almost darkening with such an emotion.

And then her face changes again.

“be still and watch the way you speak to me.” that soprano breaks through the area, falling from the girl’s own lips. The voices are so different in comparison, the soprano beautiful and gentle to the ears and yet holding a demanding strength that seems to cause the earth to pause., while the guttural alto almost too much for the world to bear.

Perhaps it is why she didn’t make it out of the womb.
But that is another story for another time.

She moves forward from her cover, nose trailing along the dark moonlit earth as she inhales deeply. His scent breaks through, faint and almost ghostlike and she wrinkles her nose, sighing. Four years, and she has yet to lay eyes on her sperm donor. “we rest here for now,” she states, speaking to the demon that lurks within

One thing is for sure, this girl is crazy.

“her
“it”