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The creature lay still on the forest floor before him, its ragged breath softly wheezing against the brown leaves. There was still something fascinatingly beautiful about it, even in the state that it was in: its dull orange fur tainted with dirt and the clotting red of its blood.
It had seemed desperate when he found it. Its eyes darting past him like he wasn’t even there. It would have kept going too. And he never would have seen it again. Never been a part of its story. But he had stopped it. Its frantic motives had made it weak, and he took advantage.
Maybe if he hadn’t been so imposing it would have left anyway but his beast was already at his feet, making any attempt to pass him useless. It was fight or flight, and it wasn’t going back the way it had come. He was standing between it and something just beyond its grasp. Something that smelt so familiar to it. So it had fought.
Adam watched as the fire burning at its tail began to dim, smoke still rising from the blacking leaves around it. As the shade of the forest began to hug them closer, he became mesmerised by the crackling light. He wasn’t sure why this one was affecting him so strangely. Maybe it was how human it had seemed when it ran into the clearing. How hopelessly fuelled it was by some outside desire. Perhaps it was fate.
It coughed. He knew he couldn’t just leave it lying there. He had tortured it enough as it was. Calling his own creature back, he reached down to his belt.
Within seconds a girl blurred into view and skidded to the side of the motionless form.
“He’s mine!” She panted, throwing her arm over it. “Don’t you dare! He’s mine.”
I was sitting on a bus and watching the people around me. An old couple. Young lovers. A silent boy with his hoodie drawn up. A young girl wearing a floral dress showing her mum the things outside the window. I’m always very observant when watching a scene like this. I shouldn’t compare, but I do.( Read more...Collapse )