June 10, 2021, 03:32 PM
Basic survival skills 101.
There was this ..this ..by his mind dubbed as THE THING coming at him! In what kind of horror movie was he stuck? Oh dear. Well, he could have been a good dear-look-alike as he gasped, shocked and looked like a dear blinded by lights. This thing, it slowly started to come at him, closing the distance and stepping forward while a mud-mummy with waddling arms. All that this mud (grand)mummy missed was a knife, a fork and a spoon for it felt like was next on the menu.
What could he do? WHAT could he do? His heart pounded in his chest, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom. While every second counted, his mind froze and many options ran out of time. His mouth remained closed even if he wanted to scream, he couldn't. Maybe he should have said something along the line of being poisonous as it was a good nature to fend off predators. It was doubtful that that would work though.
Was he about to fight? Naw. Flee? No, nope. Freeeeeze? Nope, nope, nope. There was only one thing he could do, Dragonfly figured; if you can't beat them, join them. He would become a zombie, mud-monster THINGIE. And thus, stepping slightly backwards and creating more distance between them -- the once white wolf began to roll through the muddy wetlands ground. Dirt, mud, and everything dirty clung to his fur like a moth to a flame. All sticks, muddy and stones while barely any bones (or so he figured). The only thing he lacked was some kind of soft cloth to stick to his face. But those paws ...man, they began to waddle.
If something would have looked silly, this would be it.
There was this ..this ..by his mind dubbed as THE THING coming at him! In what kind of horror movie was he stuck? Oh dear. Well, he could have been a good dear-look-alike as he gasped, shocked and looked like a dear blinded by lights. This thing, it slowly started to come at him, closing the distance and stepping forward while a mud-mummy with waddling arms. All that this mud (grand)mummy missed was a knife, a fork and a spoon for it felt like was next on the menu.
What could he do? WHAT could he do? His heart pounded in his chest, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom. While every second counted, his mind froze and many options ran out of time. His mouth remained closed even if he wanted to scream, he couldn't. Maybe he should have said something along the line of being poisonous as it was a good nature to fend off predators. It was doubtful that that would work though.
Was he about to fight? Naw. Flee? No, nope. Freeeeeze? Nope, nope, nope. There was only one thing he could do, Dragonfly figured; if you can't beat them, join them. He would become a zombie, mud-monster THINGIE. And thus, stepping slightly backwards and creating more distance between them -- the once white wolf began to roll through the muddy wetlands ground. Dirt, mud, and everything dirty clung to his fur like a moth to a flame. All sticks, muddy and stones while barely any bones (or so he figured). The only thing he lacked was some kind of soft cloth to stick to his face. But those paws ...man, they began to waddle.
If something would have looked silly, this would be it.
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2 "if only the day would linger." - by Grandmother - June 01, 2021, 11:31 PM
RE: 2 "if only the day would linger." - by Draggonfly - June 10, 2021, 02:42 PM
RE: 2 "if only the day would linger." - by Grandmother - June 10, 2021, 03:02 PM
RE: 2 "if only the day would linger." - by Draggonfly - June 10, 2021, 03:32 PM
RE: 2 "if only the day would linger." - by Grandmother - June 10, 2021, 03:46 PM
RE: 2 "if only the day would linger." - by Draggonfly - June 10, 2021, 04:05 PM