HE'S SO TALL, HANDSOME AS HELL
HE'S SO BAD, BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL
The lavender leviathan traces eights in the air, twisting over the forest in grand loops. Each passing butterfly receives a quick snap of ivory teeth, one even falls shattered to the earth. Kirin spits a piece of the creatures thin wing from his mouth with a smile, his tongue moving the paper thin fragment with a practiced swipe.
Summer is pleasant and he welcomes the heat, soon enough he will be subject to the bitter winds of the coast that winter brings- but not today. Today he can enjoy the warm currents of air that help lift him, he can relish the warmth of the sun as it adds a sheen to his thistle colored coat. His scent is light yet musky, a heavy aroma of salt from the sea waters of his home permeates him, as well as the inkling metallic twinge of iron- but only just.
He is content to snap at insects and passing birds, snatching a feather from a fleeing jay with a laugh, below his eyes spot something new though- thus ends his game of chase.
She's too hard to miss, patterns of crimson and emerald tracing in chaos over her skin. Even through the trees she is a beacon and he curves downward, catching a thick branch where he roosts like an over-sized eagle. Kirin's nose twitches as he takes her in, repulsed by the colors and the way they clash to his eyes. What was such a gross little imp doing out here on her lonesome? he wonders, mind ticking like a bomb.
He whistles shrilly from his perch, not at all trying to hide, instead he crouches ready to spring from his loft.
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