Closed starter for @tcsteimmortclity .
Muse: Cornella
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The moon had finally risen, the light of it bathing her field in a soft white light. The corn, those peeking out of their husks seemed to glow in the light. This, was what Cornella observed with admiration.
Her eyes of paint stared, unblinking, at the stalks. Then the sky. Full of stars, the moon shining so bright above her.
Was it full? Or just about to be? Aside from her station, she always did have trouble telling for sure.
She admired it for a few moments more, before returning her gaze back to the field.
Admiring.
Observing.
Watching.
This was what she was created for, what she was meant for. She was equipped with ways to protect this field if such things required, but at the heart of her being, she had been made to watch the field.
While, she often wondered what the world outside was like, so often bothering the Farmer's daughter for details of it, attempting to learn what she could. Steal and read what she could, go to the very outskirts of her land to watch, she did still love her field.
It was a beautiful thing. Especially now, when all those of flesh were alseep. When it was quite, only the natural sounds of crickets being heard in the distance. A warm night, a soft breeze, no one about but her watching over her field.
She wondered, vaguely how she would look if anyone were to see her from the farm. In her most natural state, a scarecrow done up in pretty bright colors, looking more decoration for a particular season rather then an actual Scarecrow, on her pole, watching over her lovely field.
Indeed, to any passing by, she may appear a normal Scarecrow. An innocent, perhaps almost endearing sight in a way.
All it took was a snap of a twig.
Cornella's head snapped to the side, in a movement that would kill any human. Looking to the side, yet far enough back it was unnatural. Those painted on eyes, so admiring and almost innocent moments before, now looking over the field again with curiosity.
Someone was here.
She felt the familiar feelings of protectiveness, duty, anticipation, and fear, all at once creep into her very seams. She had no heard, but she felt the straw there restict.
If she fails to protect the field, she'll be burned by sunrise.
But I won't fail. She told herself, as she slowly rose from her pole, in mental response to the farmer's old warming to her, I've never failed yet.
Indeed, she hadn't.
She stood straight, planting her feet firmly on the ground. Feeling, for the intruder. Their steps on her field, among her crops. They were indeed hear, right on the edge, and moving fast.
She didn't waste time.
She could sense something was off immediately. Near smell it, yet her focuse was on the feeling near radiating from the field through her. This one wasn't human.
Then what?
It was familiar, she'd sensed this being, smelled this type of being, before, yet she couldn't place it. This fact, bothered her, made her curiosity all the worse, for she needed to know.
It didn't matter, she knew, as curious as she was, the resolve was the same. She had to kill whoever was on her land, for they had already trespassed on it. Kill them, or burn in the morning.
She was swift, near soundless aside from a slight rustling of crops, it only took perhaps a minute to find him.
Yet, by that time, they were already out of her land. He had barely touched the border, in truth, but she knew that didn't matter to the farmer. They had committed the crime, they deserved the punishment.
So follow them, she must.
She tried to push down the small thrill of excitement at the prospect, for following a funaway was the only true excuse she was given to wonder outside the farm. Though it lost her the advantage of knowing their exact location, she knew their direction.
Perhaps they'd run far, perhaps she could look about the world around her when she traveled back to the farm, carrying their body behind her.
So much going through her head in such a short time, the monstrous creature quick on her feet as she followed them. It didn't take long to find him.
Unfortunately, it was only after the creature had burst out of the trees before the trespasser, that she finally recognized the unnatural smell.
Painted eyes going wide on a far too innocent, unnatural face of cloth and straw.
Werewolf.