Moonspear and as it is such so also as such is it unto you.

the dark ostrega's silent plead to play was met heartily, in such a manner that made arcturus yield to his sister's advances. her small, sausage barreled body tumbled towards him -- and his equally sausage-barreled physique instinctively pushed back.

if she wanted to win, she would be victorious  simply by sheer attrition. it took only a few clumsy swipes before arcturus was tired,  and he folded under her persistent nudges with a slow yawn. "huuuuue" he muttered, his raspy voice smacking of tiredness. any ambitions to play were replaced by newfound earnest for sleep, and unless she stepped on his face, that is exactly what arcturus was about to do.