Girl With The Golden Eyes 34 2

"Go soft on her!" Another said.

Cyril jumped back to avoid the volley of s...o...b..a.l.l.s. The children took the opening to wider the distance. The teens advanced to death - obliviously. With grace, she avoided the first s...o...b..ll the teen through. She made a wide birth around the group. Slowly, she closed as she kept low to the ground to make herself a smaller target. The boys, agitated and surprised, began to hurl loosely packed b.a.l.l.s of snow.

Some turned into puffs of snow as they left the hand. Others fell apart mid-flight. very few stayed intact long enough to join the snow around Cyril.

"s.h.i.+--!" One of the boys cursed as Cyril appeared in front of the leader.

She halted in front of her for an instant, her flowing hair swung forward from the momentum. With it, the smell of a gentle summer night whiffed between the group. A pair of exotic golden cat eyes, matched to smiling pink lips on her small face. Then the snow in her small hand slapped against his wool overs.h.i.+rt. The small, and angelic girl tag felt more like a punch.

The boy grunted a.s.s it fell over on his rear. It was over for the teens at that moment.

Priscilla burst into laughter at the pitiful scene. She almost broke out in tears from how funny it was. Then, two orbs of molten gold locked onto her. The laughter quickly died as they stared at each other. Priscilla felt a chill. The wolf had found its rabbit. Priscilla scrambled, and as if on cue, Cyril broke into a full-on sprint through the snow.
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Pricilla wasn't as strong as Cyril and had to fight with the terrain of the farmland. The girl, on the other hand, tore through it like a raging bull. There was about a fifty-foot gap between the two girls. Cyril was gaining on her as if she was a turtle. The harsh crunching of snow grew in the young n.o.ble's ears as the G.o.ddess gained on her. She peeked back and saw the sheer expression of ecstasy on her face. She felt another spurt of speed in her step.

Then the only the sound of her steps called out. She turned around and only saw a small wisp of snow circle upwards before it fell to the ground. She turned forward, and Cyril was there.

Time seemed to slow to Priscilla's surprise. She saw as her pure white hair began to slowly settle around her shoulders. The hems of her undyed cotton s.h.i.+rt puffed outward; Slightly revealing her milky toned stomach beneath. Black leather pants, stained with dirt and snow with her brown boots. Commoners clothes, yet, even she made them seem n.o.ble. Those two feline eyes, narrowed and intense, seemed to smirk at her along with her lips.

Yet, with the slowing of that moment, so did her reaction - and thus, she crashed into Cyril. The two girls toppled over into a ditch.

And the field went silent.