It was a beautiful day outside, holding a stark contrast to the day prior. A large, glass and shiny mirror with mainly black and purple mixed antique frame stood in front of a staring Savannah, adjusting his vision to match the other gazing right back.
Under his eyes, he could see the cast shadow at the angle of which he tilted his head... making his brown, bright orbs suddenly seem dark and morbid, as if without, or lacking light. Then he returned his head to the regular position, and he was fine.
"Everything is... back to normal." Savannah Rose uttered out, the fox-feline hybrid still obsessed with the figure in the mirror.
He let a goofy smile fill his otherwise changing expressions, some previously of mixing levels of awe and so forth; the whole gimmick of widening eyes, as if trying to convince himself of something.
"Hey!" A voice to the left literally shouted out to the point of spitting, at a moment's glance belonging to that of a chimpanzee, who was holding up the mirror in the first place, alongside another to his right.
"H-huh?"
"Look kid," The other worker chimp to the right butted in with a similar aggression, both dressed in overalls, "We don't have all day for you to be stargazing o' whatever, got that? We have to lug this big shit ova' there, so move!"
Savannah grumbled, but quickly understood that he was in the way of their jobs, deciding to step off, "Fine..."
As they moved forward, matching his own grumbles with their own (along with some back-to-back chattering, and heavily sworn words that could even make a sailor cry tears of joy), Savannah sighed.
"That sure is one big art museum they're building," He commented to himself, looking back at his shadow with a still lingering curiosity, perhaps one never to be quenched. "Those guys didn't have to be so mean though... I was only admiring the craftsmanship, after all."
"It sure is beautiful, isn't it?" A male voice came from behind Savannah, making him jump a little from being startled, "Pretty, even."
He listened as he almost immediately turned around to see two figures... the male, and what looked to be a female accompanying next to his side in strange attire.
Wrapped up in shades of darker fur and standing at a bit of a taller height to Savannah, he exhibited a worryingly powerful, yet enticingly inviting aura which further glimmered its way against the reflectiveness of his deep, red eyes.
The female, on the other hand, was mostly cloaked with a blood-red coat with white, puffy highlights along the bottom's edge. She stayed behind the male's much larger body, but the white fur and other features of her face still kept visibly noticeable. There was no real overwhelming aura about her, besides perhaps an air of peace in her light, sky-blue eyes.. Yet, she still seemed mysterious all the same to Savannah, just as the male did.
"Who are you people...?" Savannah blurted out, before he could eventually tell what both of them were. "...Hybrids?"
He kept his brown gaze transfixed on the male's own reddened gaze staring down at him, until the female eventually stepped up and better into his line of sight.
"Santa?!" He exclaimed, to which the female quickly scowled, and the male laughed in a slightly fanciful, and noble manner.
"My name is Douglas Aiszer, and this is Mary Akalia." Douglas introduced himself, with a smile full of dignity.
"Is that your wife?" Savannah asked, curiosity flashing through his eyes.
"Oh goodness no!" Douglas chuckled feverishly, finding the young fox-feline humorous... unfortunately though, Mary did not share the same sentiment.
YOU ARE READING
Blood's Sacrifice
FantasyThe world will know ruin. That much becomes clear to a young-adult Savannah Rose, who is forced to desperately try and survive in order to cope with the knowledge of such a grand undoing.
