Raja’s ears perk forward as soon as the boy before him changes colour. Now he looks the part, a creature of the night much like him. Better even, but he does not care to admit that. He nods with a graveness rarely found in one so small (or perhaps only in those, come to think of it). ”Much better.” he decides. Like he’s the only judge to call him out on his colouring.
Satisfied once, he looks his creeperfriend over when he switches again, although this time he doesn’t seem to notice. Perhaps that is his real colour. Not unlike Raj himself really, although if the other boy is a bush still alive with some green spots in it, Raja is the one already dead - only dark brown spots mingled in the white. ”What’s your name, creeperfriend?”
A hunt, he says. He finds himself listening. He knows they cannot eat the meat or the blood or, at least not too much of the latter. But the thrill of the promised chase has his blood running, as well as the idea that something larger than himself, like a deer, could be taken down and once down, he wants to see where they keep the grass, how it transfers into the mush they leave behind, how come their antlers grow while horses cannot - in short, take it apart like a cuckoo’s clock to see how it works. Unable to put it back together, but that is merely inconvenient.
As the ghostly-born colt opens his mouth to speak, he shuts it when his Mama emerges and touches his hind. She wants to play? He tilts his head at her in mild adoration. ”Can you catch the deer for us, Mama?”
Rajanish
screaming out loud
@[Kreep]
@[Elise]