Minary Times - Black and White Part 1/5
Tell me a story of a long time since passed. It doesn’t have to be a happy story. A story of a gallant knight saving a damsel princess or a story of a brave woman rising against all odds. Then what about a horror story, one of a witch that will scare you out of your wits. Some of which good ceases to exist. Any story I beg of you. Then let’s tell of one with two. A small little lamb and the big bad wolf.
The woods were both a dark and eerie place. One of which wasn’t at all safe to be walking through. Yet one did travel through, and every day they did. Each of which increases said person’s reassurance of the non-existent dangers that lay within. The bright day incapable of breaking through it’s compacted terrain. The birds chirped and the crickets sang.
The animals call in such a lively forest, but today was different. Difference held anxiety as the natural melody of the woods crept in silence. Not a single sound, not even from a mouse. The person paced fast across her own made path of long use; one themselves may only have known. The figure hidden behind the cowl of white; a cloak like snow with a hood to match.
Taken steps were practiced and silent. Not a single shrub, not a single thump and not even a single shove. Yet a sound could be heard in the silent woods. A snap of a twig, the sound of a breath. The feeling of a predator itching at the back of their neck. The person knew better though as they continued their walk. Keep pace and don’t leave a trace. When the coast is clear make that break in fear. Yet the predator continued to stay near.
Weaving and twisting through both trees and fern; practiced from days of which they learned. Yet the white cloaked figure couldn’t help their admiration as the predator’s determination. Obviously clear. No question needed be ask for the white one was on the predator’s task.
. . . It was that moment that the exit to the woods were clear. This was obviously the only chance that the hunted to run. A foot forward and a heel not taken. A mad dash in place as the white cloak fluttered the air. In instant, darkness grew. Tendrils of black overlapping the entire forest. It’s eerie black becoming one of horrific nighttime. The slow grumbling laugh vibrated the air. Just when the white one thought they were caught, the woods ended and they were out in the open.
The town in site and a sigh of relief was given with buckled knees and weakened feet. Their eyes turned around to trace the woods. The pair of red stared back at their own. A deep pant was given as the person turned forward. Only to be shocked that the first sight to behold was not of which they had original thought. In front lay a crescent lake, one of which they could not cross. Fear raised up as the white figure turned. Met with the same red eyes inside tendrils of shadows. Face to abomination and it breathed. It’s hot breath brushing the hood off her face. Terrified hazel eyes bore back with rigged short brown hair.
“Little one, I do enjoy your run. But I am so starved and you look of such yum.” A gruff hungry voice spoke to the girl. A response of a hitch caught in a terrified throat. The shadowy figure opening a maw, ready to devour it’s cornered prey.
“W-wait!” Shouted the white dressed girl. “I-if it’s food you seek. Then I can guarantee for a week.” She quickly bribed. The shadowy figure closed it’s hinges and stared. A short laugh given not soon after.
“Haha, why should I make a deal when you’re my next meal.” The white one reached out. Finger touched through the darkness. The feeling of soft fur was originally felt from pitch nothingness. Yet the girl did not hinder, as her tips could feel the warmth of flesh.
“I can help you like no other. So look no further.”
. . . “Little Kuzu, “ spoke the voice in darkness.
. . . “and the Big Bad Kurt.” Finished the white dressed girl.
The little lamb was walking through the woods one day. A woods she walked through every day. Yet before she could get away. The little lamb ran into the big bad wolf and was chased to the lake. Yet before the wolf could eat the lamb. The lamb offered better, and better did the lamb offer. For wolf was an excellent hunter, but not one of prestigious education. Lamb herself being diluted from the real world knew nothing of safety and protection. So Lamb helped Wolf like no other could and in response, Wolf forever protected Lamb and all those that came after. Until the end of time.
Sweet Dreams, until next time.