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irked - not that he was hungry. just a display of failure as he watched and listened to the scurrying of the creature dart for some sort of cover. if only it had thought - in that moment - to simply stand still and make the man depend on his nose. while not smart for the rodent, smart for the lanky teenager as he shifted his weight in contemplation. tail angled just above the whispering blades, jaw parted ever so slightly as he observed and recognized where he was now after his encounter.

someone else.

his lips smacked close - a slight clicking noise of teeth coming together, straining, grinding for a moment as he watched a boy similar in age to him approach. oily black raising on his spine, up through his neck and the softer greys inbetween his ears rose almost as a mirror of the rest of them. he hadnt seen someone that spoke similar words in ages, if only he could hear the whispers of the true wiccan language. he missed the ushers of his mother in the morning - the dried lavender and the desert plants embedded within her. she was that smell - not the other way around.

His nose tipped down just for a moment as the boy began to speak - respect, eagerness to size up and understand. his chapped boylips and unruly hair moved only only for a moment before speaking. "just me, and yoou?" extra syllables, coated tongue. desert descent on his tongue. boyish - waiting to find familiar tones and words of his elders. Persian dayboy