Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Milo* · 10-12-2020, 08:46 PM

This time, Milo was unable to stifle an airy laugh when she mentioned she could never out-scare him, citing his bravery to even tell his own story. "Oh, believe me, I was not as brave as you think the first time I heard that one!" he reassured her with another laugh punctuating his admission. His smile widened and his eyes seemed to glisten with life in the firelight at the prospect of sharing his adventures with her. "I'd be more than happy to tell you some other ones! I haven't done that much traveling, but I did spend the last year of my life just wandering and exploring, so I guess you could say I've been here and there." He sighed and stared off into space—literally, gazing up at the stars and the moon overhead as he recalled where his paws had taken him over the past year.

"Gosh, where to even begin... It's so hard to keep track of lands when each day you just go wherever your paws take you. Whatever place sounds interesting, you just... go for it. It's total freedom, and it's exhilarating!" His smile widened, almost hurting his cheeks as his eyes moved back and forth through while sifting through the archives of his memories. "I've seen tribes of nomadic wolves in the frozen tundras where I heard that last story told. I watched as colors danced in the night skies above those snowy lands, painting pictures by merely existing. I wandered through dense pine forests and met wolves who lived in old abandoned towns that the Forgotten Species used to live in. I walked along the coast for two days before I finally found Boreas. I saw plains with golden grasses as high as a wolf, just a sea of wheat for as far as the eye could see. I saw lakes and rivers and streams and lagoons in all different lands with different creatures. I've met many friendly faces that welcomed me as a guest and many bared teeth that chased me away." He turned his head and shot Nausicaa a mischievous grin. "I've gotten very good at running. It helps when you're trying to explore Forgotten Species' ruins in a territory with less-than-friendly wolves occupying it."

He sighed and blinked to bring himself back into the present, receding from his library of memories to shift his body and face Nausicaa. "I'm sorry, I probably sound downright silly with how obsessed I am with a dead species of creatures. I know it's not the most exciting of subjects... I also promised you a story!" He cleared his throat and sat upright. "How about a true story this time—one of mine? Would you rather hear a story of the friendly wolves I met, or the ones who chased me?"

"Speech" — Thoughts

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