The creature moved as though he hadn't done so properly in some time, which was interesting. It fit the anemic young man vision he'd created. A little drunk or light headed. She didn't stop moving when the Nogitsune did, a light flickered nearby him as he looked up, a breath of air making him visibly expand his chest before he turned his head in her direction. His body followed. Which would have probably upset a human. But Mab was not human.
His story was familiar and as she passed through a lamplight beam it reflected back her pale skin, and snowfall dress. She melted back into shadows and her eyes still glowed in shifting colors of greens and blues. She stopped in front of him as he finished his tale.
"I prefer the tale of the scorpion and the frog." She replied. "A scorpion asked a frog to carry him across a river. The frog refused because he was afraid of being stung, but the scorpion argued that if it did so, both would sink and the scorpion would drown. The frog then agreed, but midway across the river the scorpion did indeed sting the frog, dooming them both. When asked why, the scorpion pointed out that this is its nature."
Of course Mab would prefer the fatalistic version of the story. The snake, at least, had a chance of survival.
She tilted her head, a birdlike motion of interest, trying still to determine precisely what he is. She has no interest in catching him. Knowing what he was, however, was something else entirely. "Such interesting creatures stalk these streets at night."
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His story was familiar and as she passed through a lamplight beam it reflected back her pale skin, and snowfall dress. She melted back into shadows and her eyes still glowed in shifting colors of greens and blues. She stopped in front of him as he finished his tale.
"I prefer the tale of the scorpion and the frog." She replied. "A scorpion asked a frog to carry him across a river. The frog refused because he was afraid of being stung, but the scorpion argued that if it did so, both would sink and the scorpion would drown. The frog then agreed, but midway across the river the scorpion did indeed sting the frog, dooming them both. When asked why, the scorpion pointed out that this is its nature."
Of course Mab would prefer the fatalistic version of the story. The snake, at least, had a chance of survival.
She tilted her head, a birdlike motion of interest, trying still to determine precisely what he is. She has no interest in catching him. Knowing what he was, however, was something else entirely. "Such interesting creatures stalk these streets at night."