We Belong Way Down Below
01-08-2015, 11:45 PM
The cold of the winter day was starting to seep into the boy's body as he lied immobile on the frozen ground. He was unaware of the young girl that was nearby, sitting around waiting for who knows what, about to leave before she discovered his limp body in the frozen grass. A passing breeze would ruffle his chocolate and vanilla coat as the girl approached his still body, poking at it as if she'd never seen a pup in her life before. It wasn't until her third poke, this one more violent than the first two, that Aakil came to finally. Chocolate lids would snap open, amethyst eyes suddenly coming into view. The boy would gasp, filling his lung with chilling air as he awoke, coughing violently as he bolted upwards. His gaze would fall immediately on the girl that had woken him up, panic making the vanilla hackles along his nape bristle. What the hell was going?! Earthy ears would fall back against the boys skull, vanilla touched lips curling back against his growing teeth, a growl rumbling in his chest. What hell is going?! Who are you? And where am I?! He would demand answers from the bright green girl as he tried to make sense of where he was. His eyes would scan his surroundings, seeing nothing but rolling hills of frozen grass. Strange scents would attack his nostrils, confusing the poor boy more than he already was. As he stood poised to defend himself, a painful throbbing started up on the right side of his skull, the pounding loud in his ears. Flashes of memories came back to him; his father, fishing and then blackness. Where were his parents? Why wasn't he home? Questions filled his head, each demanding an answer that he didn't have. He got the strongest feeling that something had happened but he didn't know what. Speech |