July 05, 2020, 01:11 PM
Grub's little body slept, tucked snugly between @Beetle and @Slug, her cheek cushioned by the velveteen fur on @Arbiter's underside.
Meanwhile, her spirit roamed a frosty plain where a herd of strange beasts roamed. She prowled along its outskirts, a svelte yearling with fur so pale it nearly disappeared against the wintry backdrop. Her golden eyes shifted sideways to track her sister's movements. Beetle did not blend quite so well. Grub grinned at her, still confident they could take their prey by surprise.
The closer they came to their quarry, the more Grub's movements slowed. She crept silently, a ghost, resisting the urge to lick her lips as the scent of living meat filled her nostrils. Eventually, she came to a stop entirely and crouched, a flick of her ear indicating for Beetle to do the same.
While they waited for the perfect opportunity to strike, the sky suddenly grew purple and darkness draped the landscape like a cloak. Grub's eyes lifted, unbothered by the sudden nightfall, and when they dropped earthward again, the herd had vanished, replaced by a flock of blackbirds.
Abruptly, she catapulted into their midst with a wild lash of her tail. The birds took wing all around her, soundless but for the rush of a thousand wings. Flurries of feathers and snowflakes swirled. It took Grub's breath away and her eyes moved as she once more sought her sister, to see what she made of it.
Meanwhile, her spirit roamed a frosty plain where a herd of strange beasts roamed. She prowled along its outskirts, a svelte yearling with fur so pale it nearly disappeared against the wintry backdrop. Her golden eyes shifted sideways to track her sister's movements. Beetle did not blend quite so well. Grub grinned at her, still confident they could take their prey by surprise.
The closer they came to their quarry, the more Grub's movements slowed. She crept silently, a ghost, resisting the urge to lick her lips as the scent of living meat filled her nostrils. Eventually, she came to a stop entirely and crouched, a flick of her ear indicating for Beetle to do the same.
While they waited for the perfect opportunity to strike, the sky suddenly grew purple and darkness draped the landscape like a cloak. Grub's eyes lifted, unbothered by the sudden nightfall, and when they dropped earthward again, the herd had vanished, replaced by a flock of blackbirds.
Abruptly, she catapulted into their midst with a wild lash of her tail. The birds took wing all around her, soundless but for the rush of a thousand wings. Flurries of feathers and snowflakes swirled. It took Grub's breath away and her eyes moved as she once more sought her sister, to see what she made of it.
July 05, 2020, 01:46 PM
She was a tiny creature, frustrated with her inability to speak or express herself in any other way than sounds and screams. She quieted and fell into a deep sleep with her pale sister, her neck laying over the ghost's form as images came to life.
Her form materializes in a frosted expanse that she felt she had been before, her orange ruby eyes surveying the plains where strange creatures likes to roam and play. Unlike her ivory sister, her dark patched of fur made it easy for her to be spotted. Her eyes met the girl next to her with a twinkle of mischief, she was not in the mood of a hunt or even to roam aimlessly but for once she allowed her sister to be in charge. She gave her a smile of sarcasm and delight as she gestured with her paw for Grub to lead the way, see I can be good.
This turn they hunted, next time they would play and cause trouble. She followed the ghost hunter as they stalked, her dark fur acting like black grass on the frosted backdrop. She took cues, followed like a good little girl that she wasn't but for her sister she would always be willing to be something she wasn't.
Before they could strike dark as came, it was a way of the landscape turning to her advantages over the ghost beside her. Ah, but that wasn't the only change. The herd was gone and now a flock of birds as dark as the makings on her nose and ears, now this was more like the scene she wanted. Had she done that?
Laughter came to her lips but it almost came as a whisper before thundering like the wings that now took flight, she had launched when her sister moved. The feeling of wings touched her fur just as a singular bird perched on not just her shoulder but another hovered over her sister. One of ivory, the other of ebony. A smile came to her lips as she first looked to the white bird on her shoulder, funny how she got the light ghost but maybe there was a symbolic reasoning for this. She laughed once more as her eyes met the gold of Grub's. How strange this place was.
Her form materializes in a frosted expanse that she felt she had been before, her orange ruby eyes surveying the plains where strange creatures likes to roam and play. Unlike her ivory sister, her dark patched of fur made it easy for her to be spotted. Her eyes met the girl next to her with a twinkle of mischief, she was not in the mood of a hunt or even to roam aimlessly but for once she allowed her sister to be in charge. She gave her a smile of sarcasm and delight as she gestured with her paw for Grub to lead the way, see I can be good.
This turn they hunted, next time they would play and cause trouble. She followed the ghost hunter as they stalked, her dark fur acting like black grass on the frosted backdrop. She took cues, followed like a good little girl that she wasn't but for her sister she would always be willing to be something she wasn't.
Before they could strike dark as came, it was a way of the landscape turning to her advantages over the ghost beside her. Ah, but that wasn't the only change. The herd was gone and now a flock of birds as dark as the makings on her nose and ears, now this was more like the scene she wanted. Had she done that?
Laughter came to her lips but it almost came as a whisper before thundering like the wings that now took flight, she had launched when her sister moved. The feeling of wings touched her fur just as a singular bird perched on not just her shoulder but another hovered over her sister. One of ivory, the other of ebony. A smile came to her lips as she first looked to the white bird on her shoulder, funny how she got the light ghost but maybe there was a symbolic reasoning for this. She laughed once more as her eyes met the gold of Grub's. How strange this place was.
July 06, 2020, 12:58 PM
Grub's lips parted on a silent gasp as one of the blackbirds perched on Beetle's shoulder. She thrust her snout forward to sniff at it when she felt something feather light brush against the peak of her own shoulder blade. The yearling nearly contorted in half to blink at the bird resting there. She stared for a beat before her mouth curved into a smile.
Unwinding, her gaze swept back to Beetle. In the blink of an eye, every last one of the birds vanished, leaving the two she-wolves standing alone on the dark, frozen plain. Overhead, ribbons of green and even pink began to shift and twist against the ethereal purple. The sight inspired a low rumble in Grub's chest, which crept up her throat. She wanted to sing, yet she kept her mouth tightly shut.
Instead, she nudged her sister and took a few prancing steps. They couldn't hunt but they could certainly run, especially with so much open ground beckoning them. Waving her tail in Beetle's face, Grub laughed soundlessly and burst into a gallop. As she ran, a dozen of the blackbirds reappeared overhead, racing her along the technicolor snow.
In the real world, Grub's tiny legs kicked minutely. She didn't make a sound, though if her mother cocked an ear, she might catch the little puffs of air escaping through her nose.
Unwinding, her gaze swept back to Beetle. In the blink of an eye, every last one of the birds vanished, leaving the two she-wolves standing alone on the dark, frozen plain. Overhead, ribbons of green and even pink began to shift and twist against the ethereal purple. The sight inspired a low rumble in Grub's chest, which crept up her throat. She wanted to sing, yet she kept her mouth tightly shut.
Instead, she nudged her sister and took a few prancing steps. They couldn't hunt but they could certainly run, especially with so much open ground beckoning them. Waving her tail in Beetle's face, Grub laughed soundlessly and burst into a gallop. As she ran, a dozen of the blackbirds reappeared overhead, racing her along the technicolor snow.
In the real world, Grub's tiny legs kicked minutely. She didn't make a sound, though if her mother cocked an ear, she might catch the little puffs of air escaping through her nose.
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