#timidgardener

               ❝--No fun if you already died.                               What a bummer.                                      I'll leave you to rot here for dying on me.                           Maybe your girlfriend will come pick you up.                                               That is, if she ever comes back.❞

       There was one way to describe her feeding time.                     " ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ "                     ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ                       ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ǫ  ᴜ  ᴇ  ᴇ  ɴ.

          Shades of light pink locks were wondering the woods for about a few hours now.                       She had luckily, for her--sadly, for them--found a couple                       who thought ignoring the big signs of ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ the                       particular area was a good idea to escape the city for a few.

                                                 Great idea comes with risks, no?

                              The couple had been playfully separated,                                           thinking it was cute if they found each other.

                    But what they found was not their lover but a horrible night creature,                                   who's skin was as white as snow, cold as ice,                                                   sharp pearl white canines                                                              and glowing emerald hues.

    If there was a more tragic story than Romeo and Juliet,                        this would have been one.

                                                                    Sakura let the poor girl escape;                                                                                    lucky for her.            But it was only a mere head start before she went after.                                    In which she did, of course.                         Black, combat boots crushed the ground as she walked patiently,                                              knowing the other female was not really that far.       She was scared, she knew.              What she also knew very well is that scared humans had a              delightful tendency to trip on anything for not looking ahead;                                                       hence her slowness.

           However, something had caught her crimson eyes.                          A figure, perhaps slightly taller than her; male.                                        And if there was one thing more interesting than a                                        frightened female crying for help was a boy--a boy                                        who had no idea what was happening.

                                                      Perhaps he heard the screams from afar?                                                                      Maybe he was alerted.                                                                              Who knows.

                  What she knew was that she saw the opportunity and she took it.

                                                   She wanted more.                                              And more she shall have

                                                                 Closing her orbs,                                      the pinkette drew a breath in and out,                                                calming herself slowly.

                                               The veins that were visible, were no longer.                          Her black sclera returned to normal white as her                          crimson hues changed back into emerald one; all slowly.

     Shutting down her hunger fast was quite the technique she failed to have.             After she knew her appearance looked as one of a normal, human girl,                    she cleared her throat, straightened her back,                                   and began running as if she was the startled female from earlier.

                                                                          Time to put on a small show.

                                            ❝--ʜ ᴇ ʟ ᴘ !!❞

          She cried out, "crocodile tears" streaming down           her face, making it look even more frightened.                                                    She ran towards the male.

                                                          ❝--Help, please!                     Your the first person I see in these woods, you must help me.                                  My boyfriend has been attacked by some                                  sort of animal and I need urgent assistance!                                                                       I can't do it alone,                                             I am so sorry to disturb you and your gardening.                                                            But please,                                                                   please help.❞

            "Oh no... You weren't supposed to wilt this               quickly..." 

These two rarely came together on an opinion but this one, they both were passionate about.  While most of the pack were out getting supplies, Kumori and Zero stayed behind while Ken did whatever he does with those stupid plants.  Asyx wouldn't be around, either.  There was a small fire a few days ago and he'd been using almost all of his energy trying to rebuild the affected forest.  "Hey," Zero started, standing before the boy with his scarred arms crossed over his chest.  

"I think it's time to leave," Kumori finished in her usual cold tone only this time it seemed to have more of an angry edge to it.

As the hottest time of the day came, he made a simple and small peach tree for shade and perhaps for a snack if the human wanted food after he woke up.  A dry moss pillow rose slowly under his head as well.  While he slept, the humanoid poked him a few times, lifted his limbs, inspected him.  He was completely uninjured.  Not a scar or a scratch on him.  He must have come from a well-protected home far beyond his forest.  Asyx decided he may ask about that as well.

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Sai is not a good cook.  Never was, never will be.  Jiffy pop.  Something that simple.  How could it have gone so array? Perhaps leaving the stack of napkins right by the open gas flame was not the smartest decision.  It wasn't long before the fire alarms blared in his apartment, which would alert everyone on his floor with the same alarm within their own homes.

After multiple failed attempts to put out the growing blaze with hand fulls of water from his ink across the kitchen, Sai acted quickly and grabbed all that was important to him (which wasn't a lot, his apartment was already fairly sparse) and dashed out of his apartment.  He would have called 9-1-1 except his phone was completely out of batteries and had been for days--he lost his charger.

It was an easy decision to walk next door and knock.  When a boy with black hair and glasses answered, Sai said as calmly as he could--no one wants to startle anyone now;