Red

Below are the musings of a new story, inspired by a new friend. I won't be reveling too much at the moment but just a taste.

She huddle there in the darkness of the hole in the wall It had "given her", peeking through the slats in the wood of the thatched door. There was a warm glow as the fire licked the walls dancing its way from across the floor to the ceiling of the room where she had left the woman. It washed over the woman's skin and hair, tinting it into some inhuman tone. Red held onto that fantasy, that the woman was some kind of wood nymph, not a possible mother, not a wife or sister, she couldn't be. She was just a copper skinned woodland creature; something from the cycle of this dark and twisted place, therefore this was just giving back to that very thing. Red kept telling herself that, building the the story in her head, as the smell of earth and musk began to trickle it's way back to the hut. He, It, what ever the fuck It was, was coming.

It was so quiet, Red did not think she would ever understand how It could move so silently through any space. It's mear size made seem an impossible thing. The only way she could tell It was even near was It's sent, she knew that by heart now, that and when the shadow of its massive form filled the frame of the doorway. It looked like such an effort to hull its long limbs through such a small space. Red could see there was twitching and tightening of muscles under the skin and hair on It's body. as it wandered into the room and passed by her little door. She could just now hear the heavy breath with each strides, deep deep breaths like It was trying to inhale the whole room.

The woman was unaware passed out with the warmest smile. Red could still see it behind her eyelids as she closed them tight, not sure if she could watch. The boards beneath her vibrated with every step It took, up through the balls of her cold feet, up her calves and thighs, shaking her to her core and back down through her lips. She could feel heat flush her cheeks. I wasn't an entirely unknown sensation to feel, but not there. She gripped her eyes tighter and bit her bottom lip. letting her teeth feel the tender meat underneath them