Boo!

It wasn't so much the heat and humidity that bothered her—okay, maybe it was a factor—but it really was more the early mornings that Satira hated with all her little puppy heart. For whatever ungodly reason, her idiot big brother loved waking up before the crack of dawn, and he always began every day with either pouncing her or making enough noise that he might as well have attacked her directly. Tira was not a morning wolf. So when he came to wake her up just barely after the sun had finishing rising over the eastern sea, the little tri-furred pup had been less than ecstatic to follow her brother on whatever adventure he wanted to take her on. "Arc, if you don't stop pushing my butt, I'm gonna kick you in the nose!" she snapped back at her pushy brother. So what if he was bigger and stronger than her? She also carried the same feistiness in her Fatalis blood, and she wouldn't shy away from a chance to scuffle with her irritating sibling.

Satira followed him out into the bright morning sun, squinting her sensitive pale eyes against the blinding light until they had adjusted and she could see again. Arcturus was so bouncy and excited to show her something about a cool tree, so with a sigh of defeat she began to follow her brightly-furred brother across the plains of the Armada at his insistent nudging. Gods, he was so pushy! She shot him a glower until he stopped pushing her along and took the lead instead. He mentioned how the tree was at the borders, but close enough that they wouldn't get in trouble for exploring it. Tira rolled her eyes. She didn't much care if they were in the borders or not, they could go exploring it anyway. The rules were more like guidelines anyway. So long as she didn't get caught, they didn't apply to her. And if she did get caught, well, that's what those big blue puppy eyes and her whimpering voice were for.

Approaching the borders, Tira saw not just the tree he had mentioned, but a whole slew of them just beyond in the forest. The little girl blinked in surprise and made a soft cooing sound of amazement while she studied how the graceful fronds fell like liquid down to the ground. She had never seen trees like this before! Not that trees were very common in Armada territory, but these ones were even more special! There was something delicate and beautiful about them and Satira loved them! She followed quickly behind Arc while he rushed towards them, then disappeared behind the curtain of fronds. "Hey, wait up!" she called after him, pushing through the gangly branches until she was beneath the canopy as well. Arc was nowhere to be seen, but his scent was strong in here. Ah, he was hiding... and there was really only one place to hide...

Rolling her eyes again, Tira sauntered slowly over towards the trunk of the tree with a disparaging expression on her face. "Arc...? Where'd you go...? Arc, where are you!" she called out for him, feigning worry so convincingly in her voice it was scary. She smirked and sat down on the opposite side of the trunk, facing it while she lifted a paw and silently extended her feline claws. Arc would come rushing around one side of the trunk or the other to scare her and get a well deserved swipe to the snoot. She began the mental countdown while she waited with edged nerves, ready to spring his own trap back on him. Three... Two... One...

WC: 609
Total: 914 / 1500

"Satira Fatalis"