Post by Khay on Jun 7, 2010 13:37:39 GMT -5
The forest could be creepy at night, but Khay loved it. The moon tried vainly to shine through the trees, leaving sporadic beams of light that glimmered like magic. Every once in a while, glowing gold, green, and hazel could be seen floating in the darkness like little tiny willow-the-wisps. Eyes. Raccoon eyes, mostly. Khay liked raccoons. She was content to convince herself that all the eyes were raccoon eyes, even though she knew better.
Of course, the tiny vampire was not as well protected in the forest as she was on the streets. She was flanked by two ghouls, one acting as the seven years old’s mother and one acting as father. This was her usual amount of protection, but usually they had a getaway car that was ready to be driven. Her daddy-ghoul’s car could not be driven into the forest, however.
Khay was too curious to be frightened. She sat herself on a rock and played the violin. She loved her violin. Violins went well with dark forests. Her tiny fingers moved deftly over the instrument, composing an entirely new song with ease while her storm blue eyes gazed out into the heart of the forest. The wind blew her brunette hair wildly, ripping the pastel blue bow right out and sending it flying into the darkness.
She did not notice. The child vampire was lost in her musical reverie. Her mommy-ghoul reached out to catch it, but missed. She would have gone after it, but did not want to leave her charge. The forest could be a dangerous place. Besides, Khay had plenty of bows. She wore one nearly every day; always the same color has her dress. If Khay missed her bow, she would buy Khay a new one.
Of course, the tiny vampire was not as well protected in the forest as she was on the streets. She was flanked by two ghouls, one acting as the seven years old’s mother and one acting as father. This was her usual amount of protection, but usually they had a getaway car that was ready to be driven. Her daddy-ghoul’s car could not be driven into the forest, however.
Khay was too curious to be frightened. She sat herself on a rock and played the violin. She loved her violin. Violins went well with dark forests. Her tiny fingers moved deftly over the instrument, composing an entirely new song with ease while her storm blue eyes gazed out into the heart of the forest. The wind blew her brunette hair wildly, ripping the pastel blue bow right out and sending it flying into the darkness.
She did not notice. The child vampire was lost in her musical reverie. Her mommy-ghoul reached out to catch it, but missed. She would have gone after it, but did not want to leave her charge. The forest could be a dangerous place. Besides, Khay had plenty of bows. She wore one nearly every day; always the same color has her dress. If Khay missed her bow, she would buy Khay a new one.
