If you asked her how long she had resided within the fields of this new land she could not tell you. What she could tell you however was that this new land boasted a variety of new animals. Like the one creature before her. It stood one four paws, its entire body quivering with long cylinder like fur. With black beady eyes it glared at her before whipping around, turning its back to her, an action that caused her to stall. What animal turned its back willingly but an animal of prey? But even then that animal tended to flee, this one just stood there, its weird fur standing on edge.
“What are you?”
Her voice is harsh with the bite of hard living as her head cocks to an angle. The gesture is so doll like that it conflicts with her angular visage to the point it must create a comical picture. Lifting one paw in the air she paws close to it, observing the way the creature puffs up, its hard fur rising even more. One step is given closer, nose working over time to store away the scent of the animal, then another. Perhaps if she rolls it ov….
WHAP!
Out of nowhere comes the tail across her face and at first there is nothing. Her mouth is open, eyes wide as she struggles to comprehend what just happened. Out the corner of her eyes she can sense the soft sounds of the creature as it ambles away, its saunter sure and self confident, but that is all as the pain starts to settle in. It is like a slow wave at first but that lasts only a second before it explodes within her brain. Tiny pinpricks of hot lava shoots through her body to the point she begins to tremble with it all.
“You sneaky devil.”
She hisses with a shake of her head, a futile attempt to dislodge whatever it is the animal has placed in her flesh. Yet the movement only drives her to her belly as a whimper is forced from her lips. There she stays with slanted eyes and quivering body in an attempt to keep the wretched prongs from moving. That is, until the sound of another tempts her ears. Hope, that tricky little thing, blossoms before her pride deflates that balloon. Pride, it is something she had boatloads of. She would find a way to remove these pesky tubes her own way. Tilting her head she attempts to place her paw on them before jerking her head away. The action yields a growling mass of wolf and a bloody quill. One bloody quill….oh this is going to take forever.
NARLESSA |