A solid maybe on not a date

Mortis · 01-14-2021, 06:48 PM

Hikaru was the first to pull himself free, circling around the mud until he stood in front of the winged heir. Mortis looking up at the white wolf with exasperation and amusement mingled in his expression. How did he get himself into these kinds of situations? “Hi” He said impishly to his waiting friend, as he carefully put a paw in front of himself. Flexing his long claws in a bid to find purchase, his wings flaring outwards for balance. His paw held. He moved his second front paw, and steadied that in front of himself, too.

Once he was sure he wasn’t five seconds from slipping, he pushed himself slowly upright, pulling himself free of the mud with a plop, and carefully scrambling free of the slippery surface. Waddling like a penguin to keep himself from sliding again. And then, he was free.

He launched himself forward, tackling Hikaru to the ground on the grass and smearing even more mud across the white boy. He rubbed mud across his friend’s forehead, released him, and was running. Taking off like a bullet before Hikaru could retaliate, and skidding to a stop in front of the first big hot pool.

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