Wildlife Expedition

“Well , your senses seem to be on the acute end of the spectrum after all, and It wasn’t my intention to follow you sir, you just struck me as a interesting individual; the way you move, you don’t even harm the ecosystem. . . “

Came a soft feminine voice, the voice of a girl – who couldn’t just from tone alone be over 20, there was a soft nearly inaudible rustling in the leaves which would have revealed scarlet violet hair which was covered in a messy crown of twigs, and other bush-born objects which had gotten caught as she had stalked the individual, who had sensed her from senses apparently other then what was normal. Her appearance and her body language contradicted each other, they spoke not of vulnerability, but yet she looked vulnerable in nature, in essence; She OOZED humanity. Yet if you would look into her ruby eyes you wouldn’t’ see any wonderment, no joy; nay not the flash of recognition of a human being to another, they spoke of longing, deep indescribable longing—and surprisingly they had a tinge of sadness, which was as deep as the depths of the vast reaches of space, they spoke nothing of what was normally a part of an otherwise war-like entity. . . .

Her clothes had been torn, her skin was white and fair; animals kept away from her, seen explicitly as she reached, no she seemed to be trying to communicate with a bird on a branch above her. . . But it cried in alarm and flew away, soaring with its cries of anguish and fear; Then it started, a small trickle of wet crimson water down the side of the girls face. A slow shaky unsure laugh bubbling from her chest, heart renching, scarily inhuman; because the depth of the anguish was beyond what a mere human could even conceive, she didn’t seem to even cry for long either though; the soft sobs and laughter, mixed with crimson tears slowly died down, as she looked over, eyes reflecting longing , like a bird unable to fly; a bird that was incomplete and useless, her lips slowly parted as her hair covered her eyes, a hat with the number 6 embroidered on a skull, casting a long shadow across her face, she would then ask, slowly her words tinged by the darkness that cringed and ensnared her no longer beating heart.

“ Why is it that these animals don’t run away from you. . . I don’t get it. . “

Demonica murmured slowly sitting back against a tree, losing her concentration in a split second; a large crack splitting up the tree. Then with a delayed crack the tree would turn into shredded pine-dust, blood from animals splatter painting the girl’s body as she bent forward hugging her knee’s not even reacting to the blood. Slowly though her right hand raised to her face and pressed lancing through her hair, it would cradle and cover her right eye, while she seemed to have been grasping at straws her other hand resting against the blood. Her hair seemed untrimmed; after the events that transpired in the pacific she had fled into hiding and shown up here ; she couldn’t go back the way she was, not now. Her mind was too fragmented and as she slowly exhaled she would have shook slightly and then said. . .

“.. Why is it that, I am a monster. . . Why is it these hands can only destroy. . .I. . . I don’t think I can take it anymore”. . .

Such simple words, yet her voice wavered and cracked as she broke down, slight hiccupping sounds mixed in with sobbing and slight laughter as she seemed to be coming to grips with herself she would have slowly managed to get control of herself, her heart aching for companionship for someone else to be around. . But as she slowly would have said, putting on a clearly fake, façade of composure, easy to see through; and beginning to walk away. .


“..I’m. . . sorry I don’t. .. even know you yet I just broke down in front of you , I guess. . I’m lonely. . but if it’s a problem for you, I guess.. I’ll be on my way. . . I.. dislike being a burden or a bother. . . “