…that occupies my brain and wants out. This is one.
There, in a small clearing deep in the lush forest, Alora sees something in the moonlight. She can’t really make out what it is, but it’s something dark, and somehow she feels drawn to it. The feeling is almost otherworldly and she has to see what it is. The air around the clearing pulsates with a faint energy she hasn’t felt before. The second she reaches it, two piercing golden eyes meet her own and she freezes in place. The dark thing seems to be a creature of some sort, sitting against a tree in the clearing, he doesn’t move nor speak. But yet there’s a dangerous feeling in the air around him.
His golden eyes seem to be fixated on her and she feels drawn into them. But they almost feel empty, despite the power they hold and she soon realizes that the creature is barely breathing. Despite the bad feeling of danger around him, she can’t help but kneel beside the creature and carefully place a hand on his neck to see if he has a pulse.
The second her hand touches his midnight black skin, he moves. Grabbing her wrist with lightning speed and growls. Alora gasps and reaches for her dagger with her free hand.
”Don’t.” The words are weak, but demanding. Holding a power she can’t describe. There’s something in his voice that makes her drop the knife and her gaze wanders over him. ”… I was trying…”, Her words trail off as she notices the ugly wound in his chest, over his heart. It must have been hidden by his cloak just moments ago. However it seems to already have healed in some way despite seemingly being recent.
”What happened to you?” Alora’s voice is barely above a whisper. The creature’s grip on her wrist tightens slightly. There’s a long silence before the creature responds; ”I was betrayed…” The words are filled with so much pain and anger. The creature’s golden eyes suddenly burn with a fire that she can’t quite understand, and she feels an urge to reach out and touch him again, to offer some kind of comfort but hesitates.
Alora’s heart aches for the creature, despite the danger she feels. In the moonlight, she can see the hurt and betrayal etched into his features, and she knows that she cannot leave him here to die. That’s when she also notices the gnarly horns that protrude from his forehead, following the shape of his head and the fangs that are somewhat visible between his lips.
It’s when he notices that she’s staring at his mouth that he seems to truly notice her and a faint smirk grows on his lips. When he does, he shows off his fangs even more and the fire in his eyes seems to glow even brighter, almost sinister. She should be pulling away, but as she looks into his golden eyes, she can’t help but feel that their fates are intertwined in some way. ”What’s your name?” Alora’s words seem to take the creature by surprise, his smirk fades a bit as he considers her question.
”You can call me Kael”. He lets go of her wrist but grabs her shoulders instead and pulls her to him. Alora has no power to fight against him, and as his black skin touches hers, it’s almost burning to the touch. Suddenly she feels his fangs sink into her soft, white neck and the world blurs around her.
The sensation of the pain starts to mix with something else, something strange. It feels like the otherworldly energy that surrounds them, but more concentrated and dark. It fills up her body and amidst everything, he speaks to her. ”Alora…” Hearing her name spoken sends shivers down her spine and everything turns dark.