Chapter 2.
Quin hung around Nathaniel's neck as he walked down the street noticing nothing but the warm feeling of the animal around his throught. Though choking him slightly, Quin always made Nathaniel feel a bit safer, even though the creature was everything, but ferocious.
Safety though, was far from the first impression he had gotten from the small creature around his neck.
He had woken to find that he was looking in to another pair of eyes, and a some that radiated such sadness, that Nathaniel did not believe he had ever seen anything so helpless and frightened.
Nathaniel began to cry. He did not mean to, but he could not hold the tears back. It seamed like all of his own sadness, fright and confusion fell upon him like an avalanche. He could nothing but cry. As he lay there, weeping and looking at nothing but those magnifying eyes, he got the chock. It was like being pulled from a soothingly warm bath and dragged out into reality. He hurried out of bed and stood there looking in disgust at the creature on his pillow, lying in its own filth.
The creature was like nothing Nathaniel had ever seen before. Its fur was wed and slimy, but otherwise held a frightening resemblance to Nathaniel's own hair. It was ball shaped and in the middle the eyes hung, like to beautiful orbs hanging over a junkyard. It took Nathaniel some time to take his gaze off the shining crystal eyes of the creature once more; it was as if those eyes sucked him in and held his glare lucked. What reached his eyes next almost made him vomit, for, at either side of the creature, was a wing. Not like the wings, you find on angels or birds, but wings like one might find on a bat or something similar and equally as vile. Only these wings seamed to small to carry such a large animal (if the creature could be called so) and seemed to wither at either side of its body, hanging out like of incomplete leaves on a tree. However, what really made Nathaniel sick were the feet of the creature. For where he had expected claws, paws or even cloven hoofs, he found a pair of human feet. Nathaniel had to fight hard to hold back the scream, at this discovery. The thought of such a creature baring any trace of resemblance to him was far too much for him. He ran for the bathroom and, as he heard his dinner clashing against the fine china of the toilet bowl, Nathaniel thought of that horrible creature with its beautiful eyes.
Quin hung around Nathaniel's neck as he walked down the street noticing nothing but the warm feeling of the animal around his throught. Though choking him slightly, Quin always made Nathaniel feel a bit safer, even though the creature was everything, but ferocious.
Safety though, was far from the first impression he had gotten from the small creature around his neck.
He had woken to find that he was looking in to another pair of eyes, and a some that radiated such sadness, that Nathaniel did not believe he had ever seen anything so helpless and frightened.
Nathaniel began to cry. He did not mean to, but he could not hold the tears back. It seamed like all of his own sadness, fright and confusion fell upon him like an avalanche. He could nothing but cry. As he lay there, weeping and looking at nothing but those magnifying eyes, he got the chock. It was like being pulled from a soothingly warm bath and dragged out into reality. He hurried out of bed and stood there looking in disgust at the creature on his pillow, lying in its own filth.
The creature was like nothing Nathaniel had ever seen before. Its fur was wed and slimy, but otherwise held a frightening resemblance to Nathaniel's own hair. It was ball shaped and in the middle the eyes hung, like to beautiful orbs hanging over a junkyard. It took Nathaniel some time to take his gaze off the shining crystal eyes of the creature once more; it was as if those eyes sucked him in and held his glare lucked. What reached his eyes next almost made him vomit, for, at either side of the creature, was a wing. Not like the wings, you find on angels or birds, but wings like one might find on a bat or something similar and equally as vile. Only these wings seamed to small to carry such a large animal (if the creature could be called so) and seemed to wither at either side of its body, hanging out like of incomplete leaves on a tree. However, what really made Nathaniel sick were the feet of the creature. For where he had expected claws, paws or even cloven hoofs, he found a pair of human feet. Nathaniel had to fight hard to hold back the scream, at this discovery. The thought of such a creature baring any trace of resemblance to him was far too much for him. He ran for the bathroom and, as he heard his dinner clashing against the fine china of the toilet bowl, Nathaniel thought of that horrible creature with its beautiful eyes.