The Darkest Nights (Terra)

[Ghost]

Ghost sat quietly, under the dim lighting of a nearby streetlight just inside the zoo's gates. His pale eyes were focused on the sheet of paper before him, his pencil busily working.

He stared down at his finished sketch, a large dragon crushing two humans--his parents, in one of his claws. He signed it and tucked it into the notebook under his arm. He sat back on the bench and looked up at the moon.

[Terra]

She was flying above them, the beautiful creatures that stalked the night. She was one of them at the moment, free from trouble and pain. All was gone, save for her hunger. But she could deal with that, because she was alone.

But, apparently, even her time alone had to be cut short. For, as she landed, she could hear the creaking of a bench. Normally Terra would have taken off then, gone her own way, but there wasn't enough wind around. There was no updraft to aid in her taking off, so the only way she could go home was to walk.

Timidly, keeping her wings tucked behind her, she started towards the exit - and the boy that sat on the bench.

[Ghost]

He saw someone coming, and quickly turned invisible. Sadly, his notebook slipped and fell, becoming visible again. Several drawings, included his latest, scattered along the ground.

"Dammit..." he muttered darkly, then realized she probably heard him.

[Terra]

"Dammit..."

Terra leapt at the hissed word, wings flapping in a desperate attempt to keep her in the air. Her brain automatically snarled for her to run, but there was not enough atmospheric help to fulfill her wish. So her feet landed dantily on the ground, and her wings rustled as they folded behind her wings.

She began to pick up the images, holding them as if they would shatter. "He-hello?" she called, looking around. Her wings rustled nervously, but she knew that someone was there. She could smell his pounding pulse, hear his breathing.

[Ghost]

He turned visible again. "H--hello," he stammered, not making eye contact. He looked at the drawings and notebook. "Thank you. I--I m-must've dropped those." He shifted a little, wanting to just get them and go.

[Terra]

Terra flinched back when he appeared out of no where, drawing the notebook and draws closer - as if protecting them from this stranger. However, she soon realized that he was the actual owner of these drawings. She glanced down at them, then up at her.

"I... It's fine," she extended her hand, offering out the collected items. Terra did not move from her spot, though. She wanted to give away no ground, nor did she want to get any closer to this boy. He seemed alright, but... So did a lot of other, unsavory people.

[Ghost]

He reached for them, but wasn't quite close enough. He took a deep breath and stepped forward a step, two...three. After what seemed like ages, he carefully took his notebook and held it close. After all, it was all he had. And he didn't trust people. No matter how all right this girl seemed.

"A-again...thank you..." he backed away slowly.

[Terra]

He stepped fowards, taking the papers, and Terra let them go. Her hand dropped down to her side, and she took a step back. Her wings rustled nervously, pressing close to her back. "You're welcome," she murmured, not taking her eyes off this boy.

He was young, roughly around eighteen or so, but that didn't mean anything. In this day and age when powers were available to all... Well, even the young could be dangerous.

[Ghost]

He still hadn't made eye-contact. Actually...the last time he made eye contact with someone...they'd tackled him, tranquilized him, and shipped him off here. So no, he would try his best to not make eye contact. Ever again if possible.

"Uh....you can call me Ghost, I guess..."

[Terra]

"Uh...you can call me Ghost, I guess..."

Terra looked over at him. Her gave a little twitching, showing she was uncomfortable, but the woman managed to offer out, "They call me Terra." She reached up, fiddling with the headphones that had fallen to rest around her neck when she landed. She wasn't too comfortable with other people... Especially not new people.

[Ghost]

He nodded, looking around. Then...he accidentally looked her in the eye. He sort of flinched, then turned invisible again. He wrapped his arms around himself. He was a wreck. And all of this had happened to him right when he was getting a brighter outlook on life, too...

[Terra]

His eyes caught her, and Terra immediately turned her head away. Her wings wrapped tightly around her, creating a - useless - shield. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could hear his own pumping. She could smell his fear, and it made her fangs ache. The Demon was hungry. She wanted food, but Terra just couldn't attack this boy. He was far too young.

She closed her eyes tightly, pressing her hands against her ears as if it would make everything go away. Too made she didn't realize that he was just as, if not moreso, afraid as she was. But she wasn't willing to peek out of her wings to look.

[Ghost]

He blinked, noticing she was just as afraid as he was. He turned visible once more. "I-I'm...nothing to be afraid of..." he said, though he didn't want to go into his past.

"I'm just...just a kid..."

[Terra]

"I-I'm...nothing to be afraid of... I'm just...just a kid."

Her wings slowly began to fold back, until they were resting behind her back again. She eyed him carefully, her wings tense and ready in case she had to at least attempt to fly. For some reason, she wasn't ask keen on using her sonic scream thing on people under the age of puberty twenty-five-ish.

[Ghost]

He sort of relaxed, but was still a little uneasy. Every muscle in his body wanted to turn and run through the wall behind him. He wasn't used to being around people. He stood in silence, regretting saying anything. But as mentioned before, his sketches were all he had.