03-22-2023, 10:41 PM
wu
go ahead and say death is a thief
He is used to solid things - trees, the earth beneath his feet. Or predictable - the flowers he grows, the souls he summons, the way the sun drips between the trees. His life does not allow for the unknown, the unsudden. He does not like it. The way the sun’s dusty kiss floats off of her, the way the river is undisturbed by her step- it is not right. Nothing is right.
She is not right.
This thought ripples through his brain - a resounding echo, the further she approaches. Nothing makes sense.She is moonlight in the dusky haze. She is all teeth, but none of them equine. She is glowing like the moonlight - but not throughout the trees. It is unnatural. It is not where he should be.
She rises like the moon, and the riverbank the horizon. But she is something hideously unnatural. Her teeth are the very shards that live on the bottom of the river - shards that those who are too weak get caught on. Her eyes hold nothing save for hunger. The river flees in her stance.
She is not right.
She is immediately sharp and cold and all of winter when she arises - with the smoking hiss that rises from the river. She is not right. And Wu steps back, ears pinned, as she slithers onto land. The wood is too far now - and this is his penance for stepping too far away. He should have stayed - his souls and his solstice flowers. He should not have come here.
He falters everywhere. Not just his voice, but his step away, his (should be involuntary) reaction) - everything, everything, everything. What was once a creature, is now a.. ‘Woman’.
‘No.’ The only woman he had truly seen was his mother. But he remembered enough that she did not look like this serpentine, fanged, lavender, thing.. ‘’I’m not really sure you’re supposed to look like.. this.” Another step back, at he looked at her in full - not quite sure if she was all real, or not. “I haven’t been around, lately.” An excuse, but not entirely untruthful. “But no, I don’t recall… this”.
His eyes do not leave her fangs.