The witch guy brought the fresh, juicy and bloody brain above his lips, tilting his jewelled hat up as he opens his mouth wide, his long, sharp and pointed teeth coming into view as he bites down on the squishy brain, blood coated his lips, fingers and the coat that was on his shoulders. Some drops falling on the coat.
His black and purple hair cascaded down his back like a dark waterfall. The jewels on his hat jiggling together slightly.
A satisfied 'mm' left the wizards mouth.
But his peace didnt last a while. In the distance..
There were loud voices, like police? Maybe.
"You serious? I can't win against ... a Inhuman!!"
One voice said, the other replied shortly after, voice static-like due to talking between a walkie talkie.
"Sure you can....! And you need to find the singer!
That got lost..."
The first voice now whispered in the walkie talkie, disbelief and annoyance evident.
"Ugh... Got it. Over."
The man abruptly closed the conversation.
The soft crunch of boots crushing and stepping on soft grass was heard as the man walked, the setting sun set a beautiful orangy-yellow hue to the sky and the shine of the area..
As the man walked he grumbled softly to himself.
"I hate this... This forest isn't safe . . .
It's cursed by a damn witch, the singer is prob...
Dead."
After the mans words a heavy silence filled the forest, as if it was holding its breath.
Quiet rustling was heard from behind a tree.. the sound so quiet the man didnt hear it.
Peeking out from behind a tree was the witch guy, observing. Probably the reason why the forest got so quiet. As if scared by the wizards very presence.
The witch guy stared, a frown forming on his hidden lips as he thought..
'what is... Why are they in here?
I never seen anyone like him.. He's...'