Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
06-02-2020, 04:57 PM
She chuckled amicably as Mortis landed next to her, but as her gaze swiveled around, taking in the whispers of the long grass, the bare earth around them, her laughter died down. She rose to her feet, and let her muzzle hover above the ground as she walked. Malalia took a long couple of minutes to sniff around, to triple-check what she and Mortis already knew. No prints. No whiff of a scent. No stray tuft of fur. Nothing was there to prove that the night they'd had, had really happened.
A shudder rippled up her spine, bristles lighting up like hedgehog needles along her back. The wind blew, and the grass undulated like the ocean, almost mocking in their tranquility. This was beginning to sound like a ghost story all on its own.
"Do you think..." She swallowed, and swung around to face Mortis, her tail twitching. "Do you think maybe... we hallucinated, or something?" Her own instinct was to say no. She'd felt the energy in her veins when she'd passed through the specter. She knew there'd been a presence there.
But she had to ask. It was just hard to know that what they'd seen was real, when the earth itself held no telltale clues. Hell, if they came to anyone else with this story, they'd think they were lying, or at least bonkers.
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