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Blog started on 20th June 2015
Written by Kayiza

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Usually she had little interest in things that weren’t directly going to be affecting her, and as far as she could tell or cared to think about, the animals were not going to affect her in any great way. But the way that he drew it, it was something out of a child’s mind. Odd that one of the greatest hunters of her kind was little more than a boy who drew the animals around him in a childlike manner. Of course, she knew nothing about his past or why he was the way that he was, but at the moment, it didn’t really matter. She just had to keep him from recognizing her and everything would be fine. 

She wasn’t sure if she startled him but she sure did get him attention as his hand froze and those eyes snapped up to meet her own brown ones, and she did her best to appear non-threatening. Many people around wore masks for varying reasons, usually either for being sick or allergies, neither of which was a bother to the predator but she could always play it off as such. The boy was covered in stitches and marks, now that she was able to see him closer. In fact, he was a lot different looking than when he was at the auction, but he was still cute. In fact, had she been into that sort of thing, he might have looked good stuffed and mounted on her wall. 

He spoke, and she didn’t feel the least bit threatened, but she did scout about with her other senses, flaring to catch wind of his squad, unsure if they were going to cost her her life or if she could have a possibility of making a quick escape. “You are? Oh that’s wonderful,” she said as she moved to take a seat a little apart from him but still close enough so that she could easily talk to him. Crossing one leg over the other, her high heels flashed in the sun as she settled it on the other side of her leg. She didn’t expect the boy to understand the high class of her products, but he wasn’t the only one in the park, now was he?

“It looks great,” she commented after a moment, and even from behind the mask, it was obvious she was smiling. “What are you going to do with it when you’re done?” She asked, jumping right to the important part. What was he going to do with it? Did he have plans or could she pilfer it off of him?

♚ —— HE GAVE HER A SMALL nod as she sat beside him, 
filing in the rest of the colors in his drawing, drawing a small yellow flower on
the baby giraffe’s ear as an extra addition, before holding the sketchbook in
front of his face, blowing the crayon dust off it as they fell on the tarmac,
catching the sunlight like glitter. Stitches-adorned appendage ran across the
paper, lightly brushing away what dust remained.

           Crimson optics lifted to meet brown ones upon being questioned,
           child-like confusion settling on his slightly scrunched up features
           as he tried to comprehend it. What he would do? He never cared
           to 'do’ anything with his drawings; he just liked to draw. Nobody 
           had ever asked him that. She didn’t look very threatening, yet he
           couldn’t help but feel curious about what she hid under her mask.
           But he didn’t want to talk about her illness, if she had one.

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               ❛ –— NOTHING, I guess. ❜

vocables spilled from his lips, laced in a hint of of doubt. She looked
too well off to be sitting with him for nothing. It was obvious that she
expected something of him. He let out a giggle at the thought. What
did he have that Miss Lady-In-Heels wanted ? The train of thought
seemed too fruitless to dwell on. He gently closed his sketchbook &
cracked his knuckles, letting out a contented sigh, before turning 
towards the stranger again.

            ❛ –— I JUST KEEP 

them here, in my sketchbook. 
                            What did you think I do with them ?

 ❜

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