Blood and Dust

Chapter 3

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     “The wind is blowing as if someone had upset it!” Cadi called out as she and Tarry were walking around until they came to their favorite tree.  It was a magnificent oak where there friend Lillian lived.  She was a tree spirit and in their repeating discussions a HUGE “Green” freak.  The tree spirit had gorgeous white hair with ravishing plump red lips but the ironic thing was she was as pale as the moon.  She always got teased for not being tan enough.  They laid down in the grass with Cadi’s head comfortably on Tarry’s chest, looking up into the sun. 

     “You know if my girlfriend comes along, which she probably will, she will murder you.” Tarry teased laughing as he looked at the changeling.  She groaned rolling her eyes. 

     “Why does everyone have to be dating someone, I mean come on! It’s like I’m the only single one in The School of the Blessed and The School of the Cursed!” she hollered as if she was talking to god himself.  This caused Tarry to burst out laughing.

     “Oh I’m sure that’s not true, I bet every single sparkling vampire over there would love to date you!” He chuckled, grinning ear to ear. At that moment a pale yet elegant form appeared by walking out of the tree.  Lillian was dressed in a long cotton auburn and crimson skirt that went to her ankles, barefooted, With a Ruby tank top that connected around her neck.  She strolled around them eyeing their position and decided to sit down alongside them.

     “You know they don’t all sparkle, Tarry, Just the gay ones do and I’m guessing Cadi doesn’t want to date a gay vampire.” The tree spirit said stiffly.  Lillian was never one to really show emotion, She was straight-forward, blunt, and stern.  But that was why her friends adored her. Cadi started laughing hysterically and Tarry looked a bit taken-back but smiled anyway.  Lillian’s expression remained unchanged from its usual unimpressed stare. 

      “Guys! Guys!” The distant shouting seemed getting closer and louder, then the three noticed a little petite figure running up to them.  Mora.  Mora was an angel with wings and all, she was an Asian angel, which in her opinion was the best kind of angel you could be, and was clothed in a mid-thigh length golden dress with matching lace wrapping her shoulder-length dark Asian hair in a bun. She had finally reached them and plopped herself right next to Lillian.  Out of all their group of friends Mora was defiantly the most outgoing and carefree.  “Ah, Well Hello everyone!” Mora smiled, taking in some air.

      “You know you have wings for a reason right?” Lillian remarked, inclining toward the huge feathery limbs attached to Mora’s back.

     “Too much work!” Mora giggled and began fanning herself.

     “Here comes hideous, fake trouble.” Cadi muttered bitterly as she watched from the corner of her eye a scowling faerie with waist length lavender-purple hair, her eyes looked like she could and would kill.

      “What is your head doing on MY boyfriend’s chest!?” The faerie spat her eyes directed toward Cadi’s position.

      “What? Oh is my head on his chest? Oh I do need to have a talk with it.” Cadi shot, smiling making no effort to move whatsoever.  The purple head’s eyes lit up with flames.

      “Leena, Leena calm down lets go for a walk.” Tarry cooed and got up leaving Cadi’s head to slam into the wet ground. Cadi stared at Leena with an equal look oh hatred.  But soon got distracted when she heard a blood curling scream.  Mora stared wide-eyed, lips parted from when she shrieked, behind the group’s backs at the fiery red head witch’s corpse that fell from above.