Yellow Blood Splatters

Chapter Four

Kisyan Iassoh sat amongst a bed of colourful flowers that he had planted in his lawn ring, the sweet scent of the plants drifted through the air. The scent surrounded and soothed the giant of a troll. His candy corn coloured horns shined in the moonlight.

He laced the stems of colourful flowers into a flower crown of vibrant purples and blues. The stems laced into an intricate pattern that only Kisyan could understand. He only wanted the best for his palecrush.

His eyes, which were surrounded by gray and white face paint, are locked on the flowers. His expression showed deep concentration. He laced the last few of the flower stems together. He examined his work, deeming it fit for his palecrush, Shenai.

Kisyan found Shenai amazing and interesting. He loved every one of her flaws, but in the most platonic way possible. He loves how small she is, despite her higher blood colour. He loves how much warmer she is compared to him, even if it is marginally.

Kisyan looked up from the flowers. He could have sworn he heard something. The purple-blood set his work down and pulled himself to his feet.

" How many times will I have to tell you that he. Is. MINE." a familiar voice rang out. Xaiqui.

Kisyan never been that fond of him. Sure, his moirail is one of his closest friends, but Xaiqui is violent and dangerous.

Kisyan scuttled to the edge of the short cliff, as quietly as possible. He perked his pointed ears to try and hear their conversation. The purple blood watched as Xaiqui tried to attack the second sea dweller. Nefree fled back into the water, diving to the depths where her Lusus could protect her. Kisyan watched at Xaiqui stomped away, back into his hive.

Kisyan's blood boiled at the sight. Anger filled his veins and he had to bring thoughts of happiness back into his mind, before he did something he'd regret. The purple blood fled back to the bed of flowers and began to string together a wreath of flowers.