Do A Doubletake
10-15-2017, 10:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2017, 10:16 AM by Asharya.)
It was not long before Asharya heard the muffled sounds of another's approach. She turned in time to see her faithful brother spill out onto the scene, as she'd hoped he would. A wide smile stretched across her lips and she bounded up to meet him. She reared up on her hind legs in an attempt to wrap her arms around his neck and nip his ear before bounding away again. Ashiel had noticed the dead sea creatures as well, and seemed just as perplexed as she was. From time to time the canyon would host small pools or a gently gurgling stream, but the life found within was mostly limited to frogs and other amphibious ilk, only the occasional minnow. It was nothing like this! "Maybe we should bring some back for Mama," she said with a grin. Pyralis would be so proud of them for having discovered something so strange! Then again, she wasn't one hundred percent sure she wanted to put anything that was dead on this beach into her mouth. Aside from the usual smells of decay, there was something otherworldly and distinctly wrong about the particular putrescence that clung to them. Compounded with the fact that Asha wasn't exactly sure they were supposed to be so far from the den, well... okay maybe they shouldn't tell Pyralis, but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun now! Asharya's glacial eyes glinted, and she feigned a mask of innocence, waiting for a good moment to strike. The arrival of her cousin provided the perfect distraction. Malleus seemed to have stepped on something, and was shaking off a paw. She wanted to laugh at the disgruntled expression on his face, but she had to focus. This was a matter of pure skill. Taking only a heartbeat to aim, she darted a paw forward and flicked the joint sideways, dull claws hooking under one of the fish's many fins. It was an art, a craft in fact, to fling anything directly into the face of a sibling. Luckily it was one Asharya believed she had mastered. The mutated fish hopped into the air, sailing towards her brother's head. Asharya tensed, glee written across her features, waiting to see if her target would be struck. |
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