Clariten bent her spine outwards, like a cat arching its' exotic back. Her brown skin and orange hair caused her to seem like a flame, with the lingering grace of each move she took. Her stone swung from the silver chain on her neck, it was the warmest colours of autumn, and seemed to glow a coppery shine when yielded to light. The sun scorched wherever it could invade, through the shadows of dappled leaves. Creating an amazing contrast so that the shade seemed almost black. Black of shade, yellow of sun, colours like a wasp. A creature who had stung me once before. The pain, though not dire, was almost invasive. As its' needle-like sting punctured again and again, into my body, where it should not be.
Clariten shouted, and Alphonse lunged for her.
I felt like I froze in shock, while the world was set on fast forward, zooming past at a dizzying rate.
At that moment, Clariten bit Alphonse. Her teeth! How could I never have noticed? The end of each incisor set like a cleaver knife