He is there like a bedtime monster, his eyes glowing a hideous yellow that causes her skin to crawl. Her eyes trace over his stature, watching as every step he takes has purpose. Her head raises, expanding her nostrils and outstretching her head before letting out a loud snort that echoes off the walls of pine trees and shrubs.
His voice curls into her ears like a knife sliding into the fat of an animal, effortlessly yet cringing. Her body is obviously tense, her muscles tightened before letting out a short, “what’s it to you?”
Brine hates feeling this way; scared, vulnerable. It is not in her nature to feel this way, but yet it has been happening so much lately. One year ago, she would have been a body of confidence and fearlessness, but now she counts every breath that is forced through her lungs in the company of strangers.
Let alone this thing.
The scent of him lingers in her nostrils, it smells of masculinity and fire. It has been years since she felt this close to a male, but could she even consider him such? Half hound, half bear, half horse… What is he even? A figment of her imagination? Death come to bring her back beneath the ground?
“Are you alone?” She stares back momentarily despite the slight mocking tone left hanging in the air, still uneasy yet alive and therefore a little relieved. If he wanted to kill her, he would of done so.
Or maybe he will, but not now.
How would he do it? A torturous hour? A second to black? Her curiosity begins to sculpt into the endless possibilities that could become of her, but still she does not move. Our little bird did not fear death. For the life she had lived, the hours without sleep that she re-lived the moments that still left scars on her mind… Anytime would be a good time to go.
Now, in fact, would be a good time.
She almost finds herself asking him, but her mouth runs dry. Able to think about it and plan, but never able to execute.
A failure as usual.
Brine
the more people you love, the weaker you are
@[Sinner]