three musketeers
02-20-2019, 05:51 PM
Recluse watched her sister with half lided eyes, the brightness of the sun outside was painful even here in the dim of the den and she didn't particularly want to go rushing outside the same way he siblings seemed too, though she did not know why they didn't seem particularly bothered by the blinding brilliance of the day time. She was most comfortable in the evening, the sun dipping it's painful rays beneath the horizon... but that usually meant they had to go back to the den. Banshee's shreik, her name seemed fitting if their father's stories were true, made the girl jerk her head back. A light growl rumbling in her throat. Still as the yell awoke their slumbering brother Recluse found her attention pulled to her favorite pass time. The girl wobbled to her paws, and stalked as smoothly as she could, which is to say with no grace what so ever, behind Mordi. She turned to her sister, fixing her with a wicked smile. "Shhh" She shushed, loudly. Then she'd try to grab her brother's tail in her jaws, aiming to gnaw on his unguarded appendage with her sharp puppy fangs. speech think action |