A lady with gold skin laid flat on the snow coated ground with an arm hiding her face; nude.
Her breaths were short and rough, as if she had just ran a marathon. Her body was also covered in strange deep purple marks and gashs.
Stop staring you perv
I announced my presents with a quick and sweet, "Hello"
Or what I thought was sweet .
Flinching at my voice and crouching into a ball while holding her knees tightly; as if she would explode if she were to let go.
Her face was still not identifiable, her short & oily black hair now acting as a curtain between her and the outside world .
Or me
A deep sound rumbled from her chest; almost growling,
"What are you!"
Careful, she might bite
"I think you meant who, my lady. I'm Carson" I corrected, formally bowing,
Or attempting.
Losing my balance once my chest comes in contact with the bush I leaned over; which snow coat now sticks to my bare chest.
Tumbling on top of the bare girl with a Thud!
Another growl, "No! I meant what!"
With a single push of her thin arms I was off.
Oh...
"Why do you ask th-"
She cut me off sharply, "Before we play twenty questions, can you turn around? I rather be dressed for the occasion."
Her piercing eyes were now visible underneath their dark curtain, running lengths of me.
Feeling intimated, I follow her request.
or more so demand
Not knowing when or if I should turn around, I bring my thoughts back to the lady doing who knows what behind me.
My thoughts pinpoint themselves onto the only facial feature I was able to render,
Her eyes
Strange
As if I could categorize what's unusual
They were the color of amber
And her bare sight made me quiver
My thoughts shattered the second I heard a teeth grinding sneer,
"Let's have a talk, Carson"