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The moon barely broke through the treetops, but you could see perfectly. You wandered alone through the dark abyss of the woods, unsure where you were at this point. You had been on the run for so long that you didn't care where you ended up at this point. You just knew you were somewhere in California..
You knelt down by a bush, observing the tiny flowers that were blooming on its branches. They swayed gently in the breeze, your nose picking up on the faint aroma they were exuding. You gave a tiny smile, running your fingers over the petals careful.
With one touch, the flowers began to wither.
You smile widened, watching the flowers die in front of you. These were the little things that you lived for. It may sound odd, but it's true. Everywhere you went, disaster followed. Every time you stepped into a town, chaos ensured. The people turned mad, turning against each other in an instant. And you know what?
It made you happy.
The flower dropped to the ground, your bare foot smashing it into the dirt. You giggled at the action, feeling the crunch of it under your toes. You spotted another bush with flowers, skipping over to it to repeat the actions.
"Little dove, who let you out of your cage?"
You froze, your fingers inches from the next flower you were about to kill. You turned to the mysterious voice, spotting a figure sitting atop a giant tree trunk. You could feel the power the tree held, as well as the ominous aura of the figure atop it.
You slowly stood up, taking a good look at the person who addressed you. He was pale with dark circles evident under his dark, whiskey eyes. His chocolate colored hair was disheveled, sticking up in random directions. He had a smirk plastered on his smooth, luscious lips. Moles littered his perfectly defined jawline. He sat cross-legged on the stump, clad in some khakis and a gray striped shirt. You guessed he had some decent muscle under that shirt with the way it clung to his arms and chest. You were even more sure of what the package down below held, a small bulge apparent in his crisscrossed legs.
You narrowed your eyes at the male, pursing your lips. You were trying to stay calm, unsure what to expect with him. "It's kind of hard to keep me caged. I always seem to slip out. What about you? Someone let you roam free without a leash?"
The man chuckled lowly, leaning back on his hands. "No one can contain me." You smiled slightly, thrilled by his resilience to the world. There was something about the man in front of you that excited you. He crawled off the stump, slowly making his way towards you. "Now, tell me. What exactly are you, little dove? What kind of beautifully destructive being are you?"
His hand cupped your cheek, his fingers caressing it gently. His eyes bore into yours, your face heating up with him being near. "Y-You probably wouldn't know what I am. And if you do, you wouldn't believe me."
He grinned, a dark glint in his eyes. "Try me, little dove."
Your mouth was dry, and swallowing did nothing to relieve the pain it was causing. You licked your lips, his eyes following its every move. "I'm a nyarlathotep."
