Containment Protocol Deactivated
08-20-2019, 04:06 PM
Calamity had watched her sister leave the den with a heavy-lidded, observant gaze. Her violet eyes missed nothing. She followed after at a more sedated pace, conserving her energy. It was necessary to conserve your energy, just in case an... emergency? cropped up. Cala knew to find her mother or father in the case of an emergency. Regardless, there just didn't seem any point to running yet.
There was a fierce, terrible itch at the crown of her head. Two small bumps had already begun to show. The bone growth from her horns was going to be a slow and arduous process. It made her irritable and finicky, but no one had informed her exactly what was happening. Cala spotted her uncle Rose and sprinted towards him at a flat run, wordlessly headbutting him firmly in his turned back with her little horn buds. Ramming into things seemed to be the only thing that temporarily eased the frustration.
There was a fierce, terrible itch at the crown of her head. Two small bumps had already begun to show. The bone growth from her horns was going to be a slow and arduous process. It made her irritable and finicky, but no one had informed her exactly what was happening. Cala spotted her uncle Rose and sprinted towards him at a flat run, wordlessly headbutting him firmly in his turned back with her little horn buds. Ramming into things seemed to be the only thing that temporarily eased the frustration.