Whew, it's been awhile! Well, I'm procrastinating on homework, so I decided that I'd finish and post a drabble that I'd started a couple months back. <_<;; Anyway, I'm not revealing the true title of this because it's a perspective on a character that goes hand-in-hand with another character that I haven't decided what I wanted to do with yet. Anyway, let's get on with it.
The forest that had been a sanctuary of peace erupted with live. The oldest, and largest, predator was still on the move. It had eaten its fill and was heading to its watery home to sleep it off. Obstacles on the forest floor were ignored as it glided through the trees. A forked tongue flicked out now and again, testing the air, smelling for anything of interest, namely a quick snack.
The giant snake wound its way around ancient trees that had been there for nearly as long as the monster itself. It had seen this forest grow: been there for births and deaths. The great reptile had contributed a considerable number of deaths. In its defense, a daemon did need to eat.
The lake, that the daemon called home, was close; the smell of fresh water tickled his nose and tongue. Along its path, was what a human would call a warehouse that had been built and abandoned ages ago, but the daemon would swear that it was only yesterday. The reasons for it were lost on all but those that wanted the dilapidated structure built in the first place. There was nothing special about the old concrete walls. An event, of high interest to the snake, did happen within the bland walls, though. That, however, was history, and all the massive snake wanted to do was sleep. Reminiscing was not on its "to do" list.
The wind changed direction and carried a scent that the snake rarely encountered. This very scent was such a surprise, that the snake stopped in its tracks. A human
was in its woods. It had been years since the last humans had come here. What possessed one of that strange species to be here, now
It turned its massive body in the direction of the fleshy being and rose its head off the ground. The snake could hear a voice in the background but it was further away than the scent it was so focused on. The bushes shuffled and the sight of a small pink hand greeted the snake as it pushed through the foliage. Soon, more of the mammal came into view until the snake could see it without a single leaf in the way.
The human's eyes widened a bit when it spotted the reptile only a few yards away, but they did not scream or cry out. It merely stared, and the snake felt obliged to stare back. The human was small, a child more than likely, but that's not what fascinated the snake. It was blood.
Blood was one of those things that stuck to a being that had been...touched by it. The snake, like most predators, was saturated by it. What it couldn't comprehend was: why there was so much blood on this young human and why most of it was on the child's hands...Its large eyes honed in on the two appendages and the human's reaction was instantaneous.
The child's breathing picked up as it followed the snake's gaze. After confirming that the reptile was scrutinizing
its hands, the child's eyes teared up. They were shaking by the time the snake glanced back to the child's face. Then, all of a sudden, the child bolted and ran back the way they came.
The snake, too stunned to do anything else, looked off in the direction that the child went in. As a predator, the snake knew that it was intimidating, but it didn't scare the child. The ancient creature resumed its earlier route and as it slid into the cold waters of its home it came to a conclusion almost as confusing as the encounter. The child acted as though they were scared of themselves: of the blood on its hands.
Link changed to my library.