Duskfire Glacier If I never see your face again

@Maera

"Bet you a hundred moths you won't lick it!" jeered #64. This bet was met with raucous agreement from #74 and #79, who were also notorious cowards. All four of the bats hovered near a glistening, icy wall that originally drew their attention for the way it lit up like a Christmas tree in their echo vision.

Nearness explained that phenomenon. Even with their weak eyes and the dim dusk lighting, the bats could tell it was a reflective and perfectly smooth surface. It was no wonder it returned such strong echoes.

#97 wasn't a coward like his comrades. He was younger than them by nearly a full year, but had yet to back down from any of their challenges. They kept trying to come up with harder and harder things, but #97 faced them all, and this was no different. He fluttered down toward the ice wall, closer to the ground so a potential fall wouldn't kill him (fearlessness aside, he didn't ever do anything that could kill him), and hooked his claws into the wall. Without waiting, he stuck his tongue out and planted it on the wall... and was surprised it stuck when he tried to pull it away.

#64, #74 and #79 howled with laughter as he tried to free himself. When he was unsuccessful, the bats hooted even louder, fluttering around each other and using their long wing-tips to issue batty high-fives while #97 tried to moan words past his tongue.

:p

[size=large]"lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones"[/size]

[size=small]During the past weeks Maera's schedule had been filled with one thing alone. Wrecking things. While the girl's fiery personality had proven to be as of late an innate destroyer of relationships and potential friendships she had been focusing more on the physical aspect that was demanded of destruction. And with idea of becoming a Warrior weaving itself tighter around her day each day she could not avoid not to fall in the traps of recklessness.

Just before coming across the bizarre scene that laid ahead she had spent almost a half hour chewing and gnawing at a forgotten elk bone, her teeth and jaws shaping attemtping to crush it as she pretended it was someone else's bone.
Quickly the enchantment had faded and with her boredom a soreness in her jaw had emerged, casuing her to again dispose of the bone and trot off for something better to get her teeth around.

And what could be better than a giant popsicle?
With her steps unknowingly taking her closer to the strange animals Maera soon found herself sniffing the same icy wall the bats began to inspect. Then, the usual silence she had grown used to was replaced with high pitched cries and squeals that made her cringe visibly. The fuck..? she muttered as she cast a glance upwards, her eyes quickly spotting the fluttering forms of the creatures above.

While the female had developed a piquing interest for fauna and flora due to her tendency to collect fallen objects she could say with certainty that this creature was unlike any other she had laid eyes on...
With wide eyes and a scrunched up nose that lingered between curiosity and blatant disgust (in the case he was an insect) she continued to watch the flying bodies move above her head. [/SIZE]