"So, I take it you can control plants, right?" Winnie asked. Her
fear had seemingly given way to curiosity about Stalken, and you
could practically see the gears turning in her mind, trying to
figure him out.
“I know someone else, he likes to meet humans. Would you like to
see him?” He asked, twisting his chest branches to make a smile
“and of course I can” he said, making a nearby decorative tree
reach down and tap her hair with its branches
The brunette nodded with surprising vigour. She had been fascinated
by the supernatural ever since she was a child, and the fact that
she was seeing what one would call a "mythological creature" was
bringing some of that childishness back.
“I was trying to touch your friends hair” he said “anyway, let’s
call him over” he said, morphing his hand into a kind of flute. He
blew into it, and an eeerie yet beautiful tune came form it, before
greyfalcon crash landed next to them “what what what who played the
call?” He asked, before spitting Stalken “on its you” he murmured,
before seeeing the humans “ah! I’m a figure of your imaginations
I’m just a gorgoyle!” He said, freezing in place pathetically
Kieran headed home after his interaction with Melody, raccoon dog
ears folded back calmly. On his way, he passed a group of... more
unfamilliar people? More investigation had to be done! He took a
sip from his water bottle as he listened to the conversation from
quite a distance away. One of them was an ent, he heard... he could
confirm that by the scent.
He looked up “yes! More people! Hello, my name is Stalken!” He
said, as Greyfalcon sighed “you’re right, I’m a liar” he ssid,
lowering his wings “my name is Greyfalcon. I’m a hipogriff and
Stalken here is my husbando” he said, barely reacting to the hand
"I know already, you've been talking louder than a lion's roar" He
snapped, before shaking his head. Hunger always made him salty.
"Sorry about that, I'm just tired." He took out a snack from his
bag: an apple. he always kept some sort of food in his bag just in
case. He munched while examining the strange collection of humans
and monsters,
“Hungry?” He asked, smiling “really?” He asked, before touching a
tree and forcing it to flower then produce, and multiple apples,
grapes, bananas, and lemons fell to the ground “there’s food”
“Then don’t act like I did it” he huffed, doing the horse thing
where they paw the ground angrily
“Oh honey, I’ve asked him many times. But he doesn’t” he purred
“anyway, I’d like to know how to help you with this family
slaughtered in cold blood problem.”