The child watched the orange and black wolger shrug its powerful shoulders, mesmerized. Its cerulean eyes flickered with gold specks as it growled in response to a question he neither understood nor heard. The beast was built like a tiger with a midnight body and dull orange stripes. On its elegant face, identical blue eyes stood out on a black background with narrow red slashes from forehead to cheek on either side of a soft textured nose. It turned to his left and moved foreward a pace or two, eyes scanning the dark with an uneasey glare ceaselessly.
He took in air and held it, hoping against fate it would not see him and move on. He'd been watching the group of Creatures for a semester now; six months. His widened green eyes stared out of a tan face beneath dark brown hair that reached the middle of his neck. The effort it took to keep his breathing quiet and steady was in itself difficult; but now that the beast had stopped, he felt as if the air refused to leave his bosy or enter it. His breath went out in a silent exhale of relief as the eyes moved on.
In a few more seconds, another pair of eyes appeared near the hole he was peeping through. These were a silvery gray in a red face with black tears permanently tattooed at the corners of each eye. Rage boiled just beneath the surface; this one's stripes were a dark blue. Walking beside him, (the tone of their voices and their markings clued who was male ond who female) a pair of scrumptious legs stepped into veiw. He knew this to be Elias, the only living human to associate with animals/creatures like them; unearthly beautiful and teasingly untouchable.
"Marcello halt." Her voice was soft and sweet, a cardinal's song; "I believe we have an uninvited guest among us. Search them out and silence them: I shall be waiting in the Corpus for your swift return. DON'T be late again."