The beast really wasn’t sure why he ventured into the woods, he’d just wanted to get away from the rest of the students. He could only handle being around them for so long before he craved isolation, and because his dorm room was already preoccupied, the last place that held interest was the woods. He’d just been planning to spend a couple of hours walking around the forest before coming out and going back to his hopefully empty room. Travelling outside wasn’t an activity that the blonde took part in a lot, preferring to spend his time behind closed doors, either reading to simply relaxing by himself.
However as time went on, he began to get cold in the frosty November air, and was ready to go back inside, and warm up. Thankfully he liked coffee, and figured it would help his cause. Stumbling through the mass of trees as he shivered from the cold that tried to penetrate his clothes, he snapped quite a few twigs, hearing as they echoed through the woods. Grunting, he snarled at himself, banging his fist against one of the trunks. “Fuck! Why did I ever do this?” Groaning the beast slumped his back against the cold wood, trying to calm himself down. Anger was something that often coursed through Adam’s veins, and it was something that he couldn’t control very well. Often bursts of the toxic substance bound through his self and caused him to do things that he should’ve regretted.
Suddenly he heard another voice after he barreled through the woods, snapping a few twigs in the process. Groaning, he stopped and looked around for the source of the voice, calling out himself. “Hello? Is someone else there?” Even though he hoped that no one was, if he was being honest, he needed a way out of the woods. Since his outburst he’d calmed down, and was more annoyed than angry. He was cold now and wanted to warm up, and it was worth it to be with someone for a few minutes to get out. Despite his hate of most people, if it were for his best interest, he’d try to be nice to them to get out.
Oh, sweet silence and how quickly it can be tampered with. The woods is an amphitheater for her ears, playing off the many sounds night has to offer and creating wrongful images — it’s misplay at worst, or even best. But its making her uncomfortable. It’s only a wonder how she’s able to stay in one spot for so long. Life might be easier if you didn't imagine everything had an craving to eat you alive, the terrors that scratched through her rib-cage to her core to beat in real raw timing with her heart, her throat is wrestling with an scream trapped in the pit of her stomach that is beginning to rise and nails that dig into the skin of her palm, drawing the copper smell of pennies in the air.
Wind whistles through the trees, and skeleton branches reach for the redhead whose all alone. All the elements of it being late are in the air, the school's lights have faded into the distance, the stretch of darkness around the figures in the woods, that type of hollow that fills her bones when the spill of night comes out, the people who once existed and lingered in their vicinity have all come and gone, there was only the voice that cut through the air like a knife. Her heart was so tired of being frighted, but that didn't stop it from rattling the bars on its cage. Twigs snap as if broken bones, and the cold is curling around her spine, winter's frost hanging on the trees above.
Jade hues narrow slightly in inspection when the boy comes into sight, tripping out behind an tall evergreen tree. Hand curved on the harsh bark, the archives of her mind slip out the facts she knows about this particular boy. Not much, in fact she's even an stranger to his name, but she knows that cruelness tends to follow his path and for that he's already without favor, little ragdoll why so vexed. She tastes iron in her mouth as she bits the skin of her lip, an welling of panic scratching at her throat. Her bravado doesn't diminish the fact she gets ill at disappointing people and the boy before her is hard to please. An crack of her lips into an brush of an clever grin. "...I guess if we have too die, it won't be alone. What do you think will get us first, starvation or the wolves?" Eyebrows knitted together and she tries to tone down the hopefulness captured in her voice, but it still shines bright as her head tilts. "---Unless you know some magic exit route out of here?" She's forgotten the direction she came from, and the woods are an coliseum with wolves ravenously waiting to lick their bones.
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