I tried to sell my soul last night.
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
It takes him a little while to get his bearings in his rather useless, fragile state. First his body, flimsy and wobbly, not quite newborn but damn well close enough. Then the ground beneath his small feet, firm and thick with leaves of curling yellows and browns and reds. His brown gaze travels up, catching upon the rough bark of the trees surrounding him, the branches reaching overhead, brightly colored leaves still stubbornly clinging to the limbs being rapidly denuded by the chilly weather.
The crunch of leaves beneath feet, the flash of movement draw his attention to something nearing his location through the trees. Brown eyes focus as he attempts to discern what danger the approaching creature might present. Not that he can do much of anything about it in his current state. Bloody fucking hell.
As luck would have it however, the newcomer happens to be a child not much older than himself.
Well, shit. He never has been much good with children. Even if he is a fucking child himself. Just his goddamned luck.
A scowl tugs at his dark lips as his gaze follows her approach. She seems too damned happy for someone for someone almost as frail and useless as he is. He straightens from his position leaning against the tree, thinking perhaps he can cut this short before the damned little thing gets too attached. His luck, as shitty as it has been today, proves its continued worthlessness. His legs are too damned wobbly, barely able to support his weight yet, much less allow him to take off into the trees. His scowl deepens, his fierce(ly adorable) gaze darkening as it shifts back to the now chattering little filly.
What had she asked. Fuck.
His name, right. Well, what the hell. Not like he’s going anywhere.
“Ashhal,” he grunts noncommittally. He stares at her silently for a moment before adding, “If you’re looking for a friend, I’m a shitty option.”
Wait, probably shouldn’t be swearing around the kid. Impressionable little beasts they are. Nevermind that he is one himself at the moment.
