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Sparx Yesterday at 11:09 PM
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is this what it feels like for the triforce to be together again

As always, Tuesday was right by her dark sister's side. She watched from the sidelines with keen eyes while Sunday stalked a field mouse, muscles coiled and ready for action in case she needed backup. No words needed to be exchanged, for each twin was an extension of the other, always ready to assist if needed. But Sunday was a skilled huntress, and she snatched the morsel up with ease before dropping it at Tuesday's feet. A soft smile formed on her angular face, though it hitched into a crescentic grin when Sunday smirked.

Thanks, Tuesday murmured with a snicker, sprawling out on the ground beside her. She wasn't particularly hungry either, but Tuesday never passed up a meal — especially in this season. She took the mouse in her jaws, crushing it between her sharp teeth with several satisfying crunches before swallowing the morsel whole. Licking her snout, she added, Y'know, if you were bored, ya coulda just said so. Admittedly, she was feeling the same. With a mischievous smirk, she pounced upon Sunday, nipping and tugging at her ear. She chuckled, emitting a playful growl while she assaulted her sister's ear with her pointed teeth.

However, the sound of heavy footsteps dragged her out of the moment, and she released Sunday's ear to whip her head in its direction. Did you hear that? She whispered, eyes wide to scan the area for danger. Its footsteps were too muffled to be an ungulate of any kind, which only left a predator as the source. It wasn't dangerously close, but it was too close for comfort. Tuesday crawled off of Sunday and sat up to take on a more alert posture, eyes and ears on swivel.