Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
05-26-2020, 04:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2020, 05:33 PM by Malalia.)
Mal only let out a heavy sigh when Mortis pawed at her, though she couldn't deny the tiny jolt in her heart when he did. Of course he was doing this, he had to get back at her, right? The she-wolf flicked her ears as she raised her head to glare at the boy, her tail thumping with irritation as she moved her eyes towards where he'd gestured. The grass seemed to move there, but it was winter, after all, and the winds were causing the blades to move, anyway.
"Oh, come on," she snorted. "I know what you're trying to -- " And there it was, not just a shiver of the plant life, but that flicker of movement that past quickly behind it. "... do." Her heart plummeted, and she rose to her paws with the utmost care, tail sticking out behind her as she prepared for what seemed like a very real threat. She's seen you, and now she wants you gone....
The thought came unbidden, and Mal grumbled out a growl of frustration. Of course it wasn't a ghost, it wasn't Anya, or some corn-demon of death... but oh, try telling that to her pounding heart.