[m] the beginnings of evil

Juliet Moonsong · 01-12-2012, 02:18 AM

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naive girl..

Word Count :: +idk

The sun glared into the young girl’s eyes as if trying to make her stay home, though its efforts were for nothing as she wandered around thick trees of the forest around her pack. Her eyes danced as she moved through the trees, her movements’ fluid as she almost trotted down a few of the steep hills. If she was a normal girl she would have had her giggles chiming through the trees but instead she moved without a sound escaping her but for a soft rhythm of her breathing.

Today she was in a good mood, she had a new flute from her father with flowers decorating its sides and she even had a new mental picture as she saved her new friend’s rendition of her in the snow incased in her mind. Her voice laughed in her own head as she thought of their little drawing section, her new lavender looking streak that was fading for her inner ankle to her toes. She was such a klutz, she always had paint or some form of color matted in her fur but today. Today she has nothing but the lavender mark; she was running low on pain so she was saving it until her mother could find more.

A soft sigh escaped her as her movements slowed and she reached a large gap in the trees, Her indigo eyes looked back to the trees. She was not far from her pack, she would surely be able to summon someone to her if she tried but today she wanted to be alone for once. Thinking about the blind woman and how her blindness was caused. Shaking her head she turned back to her path only to see a light colored man. Was he there the whole time? How she not notice him before? Shrugging in her mind she began to walk towards the man not giving him a warning or even noticing her walk was getting more famine as she grew. Her nose flared at the smell of the blood of his lunch, wrinkling lightly before rerunning to her emotionless state. Her head tilted lightly as she looked at his white coat, softly marked with gold in some spots. Finally she stopped about two feet away and asked her question, ”Who are you?” She asked in a toneless voice before tilting her head again. ”How did you catch the rabbit, they are so hard to even track.” She asked again her eyes glittering with curiosity; she was never able to truly catch a rabbit yet. They were just too fast for her not fully matured body.

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