Muddy Paws
AW/Astralagus
05-18-2020, 09:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-18-2020, 09:13 PM by Airikr.)
With Winter on the way, Airikr had been waiting for something to happen. The frost that coated the ground every morning counted as a change, sure, but even that grew boring after a while. The clouds promised snow, but snow hadn't come. Not yet- a part of him was convinced there wouldn't ever be snow. That there would just be frost, and, soon enough, slush and mud. Every single day. While he hadn't told his siblings, he had been begging for the clouds above to give them snow. Even if it didn't stick, anything would be better than the dreariness they were met with morning after morning.
He had left not long after Amaranth had, reasoning that he would be able to catch up to her soon enough. Even if she was bigger, he was determined to reach her before either of them got to their destination. Which, in hindsight, had been a horrible idea. The mud wasn't exactly comfortable to travel through, and he not-so-quietly cursed every fleck of mud that ended up splattered on him. Even if it wasn't as obvious as it may have been on some of his fairer-coated siblings, it was still uncomfortable at best. He felt gross with all the mud on him.
He managed to get the worst of it off before he finally fell asleep, but he was aware of the rest the next morning. And an angry, grumbling noise had torn itself from him. If his siblings had been around, he had no doubt that they would have said something about his complaints. He reasoned it by thinking that he would have bitten their ears if they tried to say anything about it. Not to mention that the feeling of dried mud wasn't something he wanted to deal with. At the very least, Airikr thought, he had managed to get most of it off.
His happiness was short lived at the realization it wouldn't matter by the end of the day.
And he was right. He still hadn't caught up to his sister yet, either, and he cursed her with every second, too. The reasonable part of his mind knew that it wasn't actually her fault, and she had probably traveled a little further than him, but that didn't stop him from wishing she had been slower at walking, or shorter, or something. He was dying to be able to taunt her if he got anything even resembling a chance.
Maybe luck was more on his side than he had originally thought. He finally, after what had seemed like much too long, stumbled across a familiar form. His tail wagged once, twice, as he got closer, a grin stretching across his face as he took in how awful she looked. He didn't look any better, sure, with flecks of caked mud and his fur disheveled to the point that he wondered if he'd ever get it in halfway decent shape again. But this wasn't about him. This was about his much larger sister, and how rough she looked, and how he was about to point it out.
"You look like shit, Ama."
He had left not long after Amaranth had, reasoning that he would be able to catch up to her soon enough. Even if she was bigger, he was determined to reach her before either of them got to their destination. Which, in hindsight, had been a horrible idea. The mud wasn't exactly comfortable to travel through, and he not-so-quietly cursed every fleck of mud that ended up splattered on him. Even if it wasn't as obvious as it may have been on some of his fairer-coated siblings, it was still uncomfortable at best. He felt gross with all the mud on him.
He managed to get the worst of it off before he finally fell asleep, but he was aware of the rest the next morning. And an angry, grumbling noise had torn itself from him. If his siblings had been around, he had no doubt that they would have said something about his complaints. He reasoned it by thinking that he would have bitten their ears if they tried to say anything about it. Not to mention that the feeling of dried mud wasn't something he wanted to deal with. At the very least, Airikr thought, he had managed to get most of it off.
His happiness was short lived at the realization it wouldn't matter by the end of the day.
And he was right. He still hadn't caught up to his sister yet, either, and he cursed her with every second, too. The reasonable part of his mind knew that it wasn't actually her fault, and she had probably traveled a little further than him, but that didn't stop him from wishing she had been slower at walking, or shorter, or something. He was dying to be able to taunt her if he got anything even resembling a chance.
Maybe luck was more on his side than he had originally thought. He finally, after what had seemed like much too long, stumbled across a familiar form. His tail wagged once, twice, as he got closer, a grin stretching across his face as he took in how awful she looked. He didn't look any better, sure, with flecks of caked mud and his fur disheveled to the point that he wondered if he'd ever get it in halfway decent shape again. But this wasn't about him. This was about his much larger sister, and how rough she looked, and how he was about to point it out.
"You look like shit, Ama."
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