by Nyx Hunt
The late fall day holds the world in its cool embrace. The sun, shining through the rich brown canopy of tree leaves seems like a distant dream, with little light and less heat reaching me as I sit on the forest floor, bored and alone. Then you come with your spotted wings, your black as night eyes, and your sharp toothed grin. A soon as I see you, you run, blending into the colors and textures of the forest completely, disappearing from my sight. But I can hear the soft click of your claws as you scrabble through the undergrowth. I will follow you deeper into the woods.
Nyx Hunt is bioless.