05-22-2013, 09:25 AM
Cian had heard footsteps entering the woods, and his pointy ears perked up, to hear it better. They were lighter then a man's, he could tell. Lester got up, from the log he'd been sitting on, as he contemplated his own life. It was strange for somebody to be here, he thought, as he lightly(as to not be noticed) started walking towards the person. This was a rare thing, of course he'd want to check it out. Most humans are scared to be here, in fear that they'd be taken to a mystical land. Of course, that does happen. But, only when the elves think they belong in their world. Some people were just born in the wrong land. Or, at least, that's what this White-Haired elf had been told.
He heard faint talking, and noticed he was getting closer. That meant, he needed to keep his mind from wandering, and make sure not to roam to close. He could sense the air around him was nervous, and felt a little bit of pity for this girl. But, she was the one that had wandered in. Though, maybe she didn't know the folklore. Then he shook his head, and decided against that idea. Everybody knows. That's why they rarely have anybody come into their woods.
He heard her reassure herself, and frowned at her words. Denying that supernatural creatures existed, he took offense from that. Of course they existed! He wouldn't be here, if they didn't. Or, perhaps he would.. But, he wouldn't be him.
She was a Scientist, apparently. She really shouldn't be talking about herself, He thought, Never know what kind of creeps are out there, stalking her.. Listening to her every word. He smirked at this, knowing that was exactly what he was doing.
What he was not doing, however, was listening to his own little rule. He wasn't paying close attention, and he stepped on a twig.
He stopped breathing, and hid behind a tree quickly. He couldn't let her see him... Or, could he? How was he supposed to know if she needed to be brought into their world, or not?
Oh, how he wished somebody else was there to take care of this. He'd never been put in this position before..
"Scary?" He whispered to himself, thinking she wouldn't hear it. He was hardly scary. Or, he thought that at least. He couldn't harm a fly.. Well, that may be true, but he has killed a few trolls in his life time... But, those were big, evil, scary... Evil, trolls!
Last edited by Skulduggery; 05-22-2013 at 09:32 AM..
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