blueghostgirl

He watched from the trees above, knowing that humans rarely looked up. Clasping the trunk between his claws he judged difference between one tree and the next, and softly leapt from branch to branch.

No one bothered her as she pedalled along the well lit streets. He would see that no one ever did. If anyone saw him, they would probably call the police or something, but so far he had been lucky.

His sister crept up behind him, and he almost didn't hear her except she purposefully rustled the leaves. "Are you ever going to tell her?"

He shrugged, moving powerful, black furred shoulders up and down. In his current form, and hers, he couldn't answer her. Unlike him, she was as balanced in her human form as her other form, and could jump and leap without changing.

“Do you believe in monsters?”, he asked. “Those things that might go bump in the night.”
She looked at him, and said, “There are monsters. Sometimes they look like angels, or just like you and me. We all have a dark side, its just some it reveals itself more clearly.”
“That is a dark view of the world, but how about the true monsters, like in the movies, that you read about in horror stories – the vampires, and werewolves, banshees, and the fae?”
“The true fairy tales?” she asked. “Well, there is usually a basis for myths and legends. They may exist. But they may be pushed out of existence. Humans as a race really don’t share well with anything that is odd or different.”
“Does that include you?”
“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”
“I was just curious.”
“What made you start asking anyway? Was there something you were trying to tell me?”
“Maybe, but it really doesn’t matter. Not now, anyhow.”
“Are you sure? You did bring it up.”
He just shrugged and stared at the rising moon, peaking over the horizon.