Spectral Woods Ghosts in the Graveyard

Lark's teeth remained bared and his eyes pinned on the boys stumbling, retreating form. Even when there was no sight of the boy he stood, nothing but the quiet sounds of the Spectral Woods echoing around him. Being alone did not calm him, and as he stood in silence he could only become more angry. The man's teeth clenched, mind racing as he questioned himself, tried to figure out why he had seen his brother instead of that boy. It made no sense to him, and had he been another sort of man, he might have felt bad for the sudden outburst to the stranger.


But Larkspur was Larkspur, and Larkspur didn't care.

It took him a while of standing there and staring into space, but finally the man got his wits about him. As much as he could, anyways. There was no reason for him to sit by and try to find answers to things he couldn't even figure out the question of. He shook off his pelt, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted.

Thump. Lark's head shot up as he glanced behind him. Despite the boy being more than long gone by now, he still couldn't help but feel like there was someone out there. His tail curled under his belly as he headed back home at a quicker pace.