07-18-2017, 01:28 AM
Alucarda blinked in surprise, taken aback by the abrupt manner with which the stallion left. Her eyes tracked his stilted, stiff-legged journey across the meadow until he disappeared into the darkness. The girl was strong-willed to be sure, but she had never exerted her will in that manner before. After that brief rush of power had filtered through her fledging body, she felt drained. Her mental strength was flagging, despite the burning desire to investigate further.
A glint of red eyes followed by a pale stallion emerging from the shadows caught her wandering eyes. But there was no misplaced concern to be found within his gaze. Instead, a curiosity tinged with sharp intent resided there. It was if she were confronting a wolf eager to swallow her whole. The thought that she may be flirting with very real danger, strangely, excited the young girl.
Perhaps her dam’s mutterings of dark creatures who lived in the night might have some truth to them (more likely these stories were meant to curb her nighttime wandering, not that it did any good). Alucarda felt it was up to her to discover if these ill omens would actually bear fruit or to disprove her dam’s claims as the silly stories that they really were.
But the creature of the night does not engulf her as if she were Red Riding Hood.
Instead, the stranger asks the very question the girl would like to have answered as well.
“I’m not sure myself,” she says in contemplation.
Her light blue eyes look at him in consideration. How convenient that there had been another body to appear so very quickly after the initial incident. What better way to test a hypothesis than on a monster? She attempts an innocent smile, hoping to keep the wolf from guessing her intentions. For all of Alucarda’s precociousness, she does not take into account that not all wolves were big, dumb beasts.
“I need to experiment,” she states sweetly.
A glint of red eyes followed by a pale stallion emerging from the shadows caught her wandering eyes. But there was no misplaced concern to be found within his gaze. Instead, a curiosity tinged with sharp intent resided there. It was if she were confronting a wolf eager to swallow her whole. The thought that she may be flirting with very real danger, strangely, excited the young girl.
Perhaps her dam’s mutterings of dark creatures who lived in the night might have some truth to them (more likely these stories were meant to curb her nighttime wandering, not that it did any good). Alucarda felt it was up to her to discover if these ill omens would actually bear fruit or to disprove her dam’s claims as the silly stories that they really were.
But the creature of the night does not engulf her as if she were Red Riding Hood.
Instead, the stranger asks the very question the girl would like to have answered as well.
“I’m not sure myself,” she says in contemplation.
Her light blue eyes look at him in consideration. How convenient that there had been another body to appear so very quickly after the initial incident. What better way to test a hypothesis than on a monster? She attempts an innocent smile, hoping to keep the wolf from guessing her intentions. For all of Alucarda’s precociousness, she does not take into account that not all wolves were big, dumb beasts.
“I need to experiment,” she states sweetly.
alucarda
Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing