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Sometimes, it’s wrong to be in such conditions. A creature, one not human yet not animal, just a creature that is the last of its kind. Usually, there would be no problem with such a thing, being an outcast from society and all. But, it discovered something deep within itself.
it … had a crush.
On a normal being.
a civilizen.
Disgusting creature you are, Pursuer.
Going after humans, are you? You’d eat them, not romance them, dumb little creature. You saw them as nothing more than mere prey and flesh to devour, warm fleshbags that breathed and squirmed and ran when you gave chase, a fun game before dinner. You’d feast upon them, strip them of their dignity as they screamed and cried out for help that’d never come.
Horrid little creature you are, Pursuer.
Don’t romance prey.
But really, why wouldn’t you try, Pursuer? You know you’ll fail in the end.
You always do, pathetic creature.
You’re a monster, after all.
Monsters always fail in the end, they die lonely.
Cold.
Alone.
No one by their side to help them.
What a sad little creature you are, Pursuer.
Truly so.
But you’ll try anyway, won't you? Of course you would. You after whatever interests you. Poor Pursuer, it’ll die hungry and alone if he does, like the rest of it’s kind did.
Sad.
Pursuer though, despite the negative thoughts, laid in his little den it found long ago as it stared at some flowers it had gathered. It snuck into some backwards once, saw the glowing magic boxes humans stared at, for some entertainment to see what's so special and maybe some advice for a romancing. How cute. It saw a boy on the screen once, giving roses, specifically red roses, to a girl. It’ll try to do that.
So, it sought out and to find the human it had the feelings for, in hope of a mate. Obviously, it learned that it had to impress its little crush. It just couldn’t rush in and immediately have sex with him and expect a good result.
Nighttime was perfect for this. Peaceful, quiet, and no one to bother its soon attempt at romance. So fragile of a time, it can’t help but feel a little nervous. It hoped this would work, because if it didn’t, it meant it would have to spend its life lonely. It can only hope at this moment.
It used the scent, the smell guiding it towards the home of his crush. It was happy, excited to see its hopefully soon-to-be mate, smiling like a fool.
Disgraceful creature.
Ugly, horrid, disgusting creature. It knew no better.
Yet it’ll try. How amusing.
What a sad thing.
Soon, it arrived at the Not-prey’s home, holding the roses carefully. It gulped, gathering itself together before finally tapping the glass. It waited, being patient for the time being, being doing so again.
And so, its patience has worked, seeing that the human was grumbling and Pursuer had finally got his attention. Oh, how cute. But to make itself seem less of a threat, it ducked and lowered slightly, not to be avoided being seen, but to seem that it wasn’t going to attack. As it was doing so, the citizen seemed confused about something, so Pursuer tapped the window again, definitely catching his attention.
Hesitantly, Pursuer held the roses up a bit, the human opening up the window and letting out a small noise of confusion before reluctantly taking the roses.
“What an odd thi– OH LORD OF THE HEAVENS, WHAT IS THAT THING?”
The citizen cried as he noticed Pursuer, immediately pushing himself back to be away from Pursuer. Pursuer, a little hurt, crawled over the sill of the window, staring hopefully at the human. Though, the magician noticed that the creature made no move to attack.
Just as thought, it got a reaction; fear. It usually loved the taste and smell of fear, the satisfaction of scaring others but this was different. It didn’t this one to be afraid of it.
So, it stayed still, silently staring at the magician, the human doing the same back. He gulped, sitting up and still held the roses, before feeling something wet on his fingers and palm. Looking at it, the thorns had seemed to cut into him and caused him to bleed. But looking back, it seemed that the creature wanted no harm or malicious intent within its eyes. But, why would it give him roses, especially at this hour? But Pursuer was gone within a blink, running off into the distance, back to its den possibly.
Its heart beat rapidly in its chest, not believing it just did that. Either way, next time it’ll go better, hopefully. It’ll just leave gifts at his door steps, like a cat.
Yeah, that’ll work.
…hopefully.
Odd creature.