The Ethereals

Everything about him screamed danger in that moment, not that it usually doesn't, but in that moment every part of him warned me to run. From the way his bright emerald green eyes, slowly darkened as blackness bled into them giving them a sharp dangerous almost feral glint. His eyes narrowed in on me, scrutinizing every movement and expression of mine. The way his jaw was tightened clearly showing that his teeth were clenched, his muscles flexed to their most, his hand fisted tightly at his sides. He slowly and deliberately stepped no stalked towards me. Each step he took seemed to be screaming at me to run! Saying he was pissed would be an understatement, even a blind person could see he was angry. His posture and movement were clearly predatory. He, the predator and I the prey, every muscle in me tensing going into fight or flight mode, everything in me urged me to run but I am no prey. My pride would never let me run. He stopped a foot away from me, towering over me, he glared down and darkly whispered "RUN!". It was clear that his control was on the edge, hanging on just by a thread, threatening to snap any moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath trying to calm down, in vain. Just as his body tensed and moved slightly, I ran........after all I was the one who caused all this. I knew when to pick my battles and this was not one, also I was done......for today.