A/N: Oh, Well hello there. Fancy meetin' you here isn't it?
Soooooo I can honestly well and truly say I have no idea how to do this, and I suppose it's an… experiment of sorts that I'm testing out here. This is one of those stories where you're all aw heck ya I have this, and it turns out you only have this awesome tragic ending and no way to build up to it *froths*. Will I update this? Maybe? Maybe Not? Oh well, if I do something wrong please do not hesitate to tell me via comment or however. Have fun I guess kiddies
Pre-dawn. The sky is cool and gray.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
A thin cloud slid out of the shadows mouth, the air just cold enough to create the cool wispy tendrils that chilled the moisture gathering around its snout and damp nostrils.
So so alive.
Overhead is gray and light, not a dark gloom of an on-coming storm. The clouds all mixing together to form a thin sheet of indistinguishable shapes.
Soft, brisk morning air floods its nostrils and lungs, pushing life through it in a pump-pump, and a small part of it is aching so so alive. A dark form flits from island to island, strong, lithe forearms and haunches working together in well-oiled silent grace.
Strange, how up here the trees are so different and the grass no longer emerald green.
Find them.
Find them.
Find them.
The mantra beats in the forms head as it props open its jaws and allows the thin pre-dawn air of the Aether breeze past its parted lips.
Still no scent.
The shadow-like form lands on a nearby smaller island, where to a passerby it is no more than a trick of the light. It slides unconsciously over the dewy crystal lush grass and undergrowth.
Hiding itself, non-existent.
Dark wolf-like ears sprout out of the foliage, twitching as they listened to the silence of complete and utter still of a not-quite waking world.
Where are you?
A head bursts from the undergrowth -sudden and sharp- topping off an erect long and ridged neck, eyes and ears focused ahead, completely still.
Listening.
Frozen.
Do it again, make another sound.
I'm listening.
…
I can hear you.
Once again the mouth slightly parts, sucking in the thin, slightly moist air, smelling. The air washes against the scent glands at the top of its pinkish gums- a sharp contrast to the color of its body. It is so still that it seems to melt into the environment. Completely natural, as if it had always been there and was never apart, motionless.
The head and neck flash back into the foliage and the form is gone, springing across the heavenly islands in search of its targets.
So, so fast.
I found you.
The sounds of muffled squeals and laughter begin to grow louder and louder as clawed feet hardly touch the ground in its pursuit, soaring over islands as though flying.
Two of them.
Two innocent, childlike voices now ring against the forms sensitive ears as it breathes breathes breathes the cool, free air.
The form slinks up the side off a tree, hardly a shadow, and watches the children with its unblinking glowing eyes.
Two boys the master said.
The only indication of its being there are thin puffs of clouded air from its nostrils. The creature watches, its predatory body wrapping around the gray trees bark-y branches. A light breeze has picked up, hardly enough to rustle the leaves, and tickles along the creatures' body. Down its sensitive under-neck and around its shoulder blades.
Observing.
Twins.
The children are alike in everything but eye color.
The twin brothers are squealing and laughing and tumbling over each other with child-like disregard to the deathly heights of the island they play upon.
Innocent.
Free.
The creature watches, mismatched glowing eyes narrowing further and further until they are hardly slits.
Calculating.
The children have no inkling to the predators presence, while instead the brother with the azure eyes has either found the grass so interesting that it has earned the honor of having him lather his face all over it, or the other twin sought his brother needed more green in his diet.
Likely the ladder as the pale-eyed twin has exploded into giggles and is clutching his stomach as though it's about to run from him. Well then.
Even from its vantage point among the chilled leaves on a separate but close island, the shadowed figure can see that they truly are that, brothers. Leaping and giggling onto one another it is obvious they would be more than content to remain that way for rest of the long day. With each other.
Hello little ones.
The dark neck once again lengthens out, erect, dragging some of its body along until only its rear clawed feet and long tail wrapped around its chosen branch, calculating.
Its head now fully emerged from the foliage, still and nightmarish, observing, choosing, the lips once again peel back, this time to expose pearly, saber-like teeth and large incisors dripping glassy pink liquid down its jaw.
So innocent.
Which one.
The twins continue to role with one another, kicking and fighting off imaginary beasts as knights in shining armor.
So, so free.
A thin band of light breaks through the clouds sheets, illuminating the light layer of fog until it is dusted gold and reflects off the dewy trampled grass the twins play upon, where it catches the light like their own personal sun's. Thin air coming in soft rapid puffs out their mouths and noses to twist into the light golden fog.
Which one?
