Nine in the Afternoon

*Alis* · 06-21-2017, 10:33 PM

230 words \|\| sorry it's poo
Heavy paws fell upon the the moist floor just outside the strangest foliage Alis had ever seen; tall, hollow (she presumed) shoots had sprung up from the ground and now swayed with even the slightest hint of a breeze. They created an odd clunking sound so relaxing that it was almost as if a siren lived within, orchestrating the musical rhythm to entrap her unsuspecting victims. If it weren't for the smell of death, she wouldn't have known better and would surely be one of the numerous fools to fall into her poisonous arms. But no, she knew the smell very well.. It called her to remember the whole reason that she was forced to flee home and find refuge in such a strange place. The tiniest of shivers ran along her spine. She found herself staring absently into the depths of the forest, mid-step. She didn't want to remember; not yet. That demon would have to wait another day. So she continued, loping just on the outskirts not quite sure where she was headed. It was only a few meters more and she happened upon a mass moving toward her, which took her a minute to realize was another of her kind. The gigantess froze, blatantly staring. It had been so long since she'd had a social interaction that for a moment she lost all ability to draw a composure.
table by robber	i don't need any apologies

Alis