Mell's Art Cave

“Was that your owner?”, Sansy asked as he pointed at your retreating form.

Crimson looked over his shoulder only to catch a glimpse of your back, before you vanished in the crowd in the hallway. With a small but fond smile he turned back to Sansy and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s Forest.”

“She looks nice”, the smaller bitty remarked and slumped further down on his fluffy pillow.

“Doesn’t just look nice”, Crimson mumbled, before he looked more closely at Sansy. He smirked when he noticed that it looked like the small skeleton would be swallowed up by the pillow any moment. “Ya’re a lazy one aren’t ya?”

“NYEH, AS IF A PATHETIC BEING LIKE YOU WOULD DARE LAY A HAND ON ME, THE TERRIBLE BOSS!”, the Boss bitty taunted with a smug grin on his face.

That fucking asshole! Fine the other didn’t want to listen, so this would be his own goddamn fault! With an enraged growl Crimson pounced on the arrogant bitty and wrestled him to the ground, who yelped out of surprise.

“NO FIGHTING PLEASE!”, the Blue pleaded frantically next to them, but was ignored by Crimson.

Just as he was about to bite Boss a new voice sounded.

The skeleton turned his head and looked at your face, whereupon he could see how your eyes wandered. It was barely noticeable, but your eyes were weakly glowing. Come to think of it why did your eyes glow red? It had to do with your vampirism…

“Why do yar eyes glow red sometimes?”, he whispered his question, so that he hopefully wouldn’t frighten away any animals with his voice.

You paused and looked at him out of the corner of your eyes, before you watched your surroundings again.

“How old are ya exactly?” You briefly looked over your shoulder at Crimson, before you turned back around with a shrug.

“Uh… I stopped counting. I’ve lived over thousand years, give or take.” Your answer caused the skeleton to gasp. Was your age really that surprising? You met many beings who had been even older than you.

“So ya are basically an ancient grandma! Or a relic of some sort.”