July 09, 2021, 12:42 AM
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what waylaid her first was the initial shuffle of the sneaking woman. the disturbance of tree litter gave phaedra pause mid-swing, ears flocking upright. she looked up instead of around, noting self-soothingly that the birds hadn't ceased their prattle. if she had to live and die by anything, it was the gossip of the creatures that could see what she couldn't. but there was not so much as an apostrophe in their back-and-forth conversations, and phaedra dismissed the sound as nothing.
she was poised to take another swing when the sound of a paw scuff alerted her. gooseflesh; her ruff bristled, every ounce of courage draining from her cheeks. the only time she ever heard that particular noise was when there was a wrathful ungulate attached to it -- usually one inconvenience away from giving her a three-dollar haircut.
the girl whipped herself around, teeth clenching tighter on the spalled wood as soon as her scanning eyes landed on the wraithlike skulk.
oh.
she remembered herself with a little sheepish noise, her grip on the stick slackening until the great equalizer of her and tree-kind clattered completely to the ground. ruby's presence bewildered more than alarmed her, a child more or less ignorant to the unsavory intentions of some wolves.
she felt an immediate need to justify her violence against mother nature. phaedra cleared her throat, looking more than only a bit guilty. "i was just practicing."
you know, in case she came across the cat.
a cat that totally couldn't same-day ship her to the afterlife with the slap of a paw.
thunk
thu-
what waylaid her first was the initial shuffle of the sneaking woman. the disturbance of tree litter gave phaedra pause mid-swing, ears flocking upright. she looked up instead of around, noting self-soothingly that the birds hadn't ceased their prattle. if she had to live and die by anything, it was the gossip of the creatures that could see what she couldn't. but there was not so much as an apostrophe in their back-and-forth conversations, and phaedra dismissed the sound as nothing.
she was poised to take another swing when the sound of a paw scuff alerted her. gooseflesh; her ruff bristled, every ounce of courage draining from her cheeks. the only time she ever heard that particular noise was when there was a wrathful ungulate attached to it -- usually one inconvenience away from giving her a three-dollar haircut.
the girl whipped herself around, teeth clenching tighter on the spalled wood as soon as her scanning eyes landed on the wraithlike skulk.
oh.
she remembered herself with a little sheepish noise, her grip on the stick slackening until the great equalizer of her and tree-kind clattered completely to the ground. ruby's presence bewildered more than alarmed her, a child more or less ignorant to the unsavory intentions of some wolves.
she felt an immediate need to justify her violence against mother nature. phaedra cleared her throat, looking more than only a bit guilty. "i was just practicing."
you know, in case she came across the cat.
a cat that totally couldn't same-day ship her to the afterlife with the slap of a paw.
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dust with a meaning, precious and rare - by Phaedra - June 25, 2021, 02:11 AM
RE: dust with a meaning, precious and rare - by Ruby - June 28, 2021, 10:41 PM
RE: dust with a meaning, precious and rare - by Phaedra - July 09, 2021, 12:42 AM