Blackfeather Woods Spooky Scary Skeletons

The child gave a discreet roll of his eyes, before focusing back on his story. He hadn’t planned to get used to receiving apologies from her, or anyone, for that matter. He took in the look that had taken up residence on her face, far too young to tell the true feelings from the false ones. Believing the woman was actually interested in his story, he gave a faint grin and then continued on with his tale. “Issitoq isn’t just some normal flying eye, though.” If any giant flying eye could be considered ‘normal’. “He’s a shape shifter, too, able to take on any form he wants. Wolf, fox, bird… he can take on the shape of anything, but no matter what he shows himself as, he’s always missing one of his eyes.” Okay, so that wasn’t true. A shapeshifting creature did exist, but it was known as an ‘ijiraq’, and he’d never heard of them being without an eye. They were strange creatures, stealing away children and hiding them, only to abandon them soon after. He didn’t understand the point of it, but didn’t dare question the being’s actions aloud—lest he wish to risk drawing its attention and have himself taken away.
 
“Issitoq doesn’t like that he only has one eye,” Xan continued. “He feels he had his chance to see the world clearly stolen from him, and that makes him very angry. So angry, he’s been known to take on a ghostly form and eat those who cross his path.” Not quite true. He’d based that part off of Atshen, a cannibalistic spirit. “But for him to actually eat anyone is rare.” The boy decided to pause, then, perking his ears and glancing around as if he’d heard something. There’d been no noise, but he’d wished to darken the vibe surrounding them. Giving a slight shake of his head, he returned his gaze to Nemesis. “Instead of eating them, he tries to make them feel the same way he does every day. He’ll take on the form of a bird and stalk his prey from the skies, waiting until he’s cornered them before swooping down and attacking.” Again, he paused, a distant look finding its way into his eyes. “He goes straight for the face, talons stretched out so he can get a good grip. Then, he plucks out one of their eyes, taking it between his beak and ripping it right from their heads… when they try to find back, he takes both their eyes, leaving them with nothing but two dark, bloodied holes on their faces.” Quickly, Alexander snapped out of his supposed daze, eyes growing wide as he looked right past the woman’s head. “Nem, he's here... Look out!” he shouted, scurrying to lower himself down, the action seeming genuine—though the entire thing was nothing more than an act.