ooc: 505 words
Izaak found himself racing through Inferni, and why was that? Because he had caught sight of a butterfly. It had such pretty wings and he wanted those wings for himself. He had met his Daddy and his Unky Cotl and they had things all over them. This made the boy want something too. He figured that if he could catch the butterfly then his Unky Cotl could give him pretty wings like that too. There was a misconception in his mind that Cotl would be able to make them bigger somehow and stitch them on. It was a silly notion but that was just the way that this mind worked. It still remained that innocent and child like quality. But that was mainly because the darker things in life tended to happen during his blackouts and he was unable to remember anything from those moments. So it just seemed to preserve the innocence of his still young mind.
The butterfly flitted and fluttered about with the boy following along the same erratic path. He was paying attention to nothing around him but the butterfly. Didn't even seem to realize when the soft grass turned into hard rocks. How could he when he had a colorful distraction to stalk? Every time he felt that he had come within reach of it the insect had darted out of the way again. It was probably a comical sight watching him trip over his feet when he had to change directions but still managing to keep his arms outstretched to try and catch the colorful bug.
"Komm hier her zurück!" The foreign words were called out in the mix of a laugh as the creature fluttered its way into the mouth of a cave. Izaak finally managed to catch up when it settled against the rocky wall to rest a moment. It hadn't been any skill involved in the capture either. Instead he had tripped over a small rock and his hand fell against the bug and squished it into the wall. But still he had caught it and he had his pair of colorful wings. He plucked the crumpled wings from the butterfly and held them up to look at them. He grinned happily as the light from just outside the mouth of the cave shone in and through the thin wings. The prettiness prompted the boy to twist and turn, trying to place them against his back to see how they will look on him. To see if they would compliment the second tail that he was wearing tied to his own. The tail was orange-ish in coloration just as where the wings cupped in his hand. Of course they were in a different spectrum of orange coloration. The wings edging towards an orange brown and orange yellow colors that the Harvester butterflies had. So the wings weren't really the bright colors that many might think of but it still fascinated Izaak anyways. Maybe next he could get one of the green ones or the blue ones.
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