The Great Snow War of Year 16

His sweet naive sister came at his beck and call all too easily. She had been busy making patterns with her tracks in the snow or something when he'd summoned her, and the soft sound of her paws crunching snow came closer and closer. Saracyn prepared his frozen projectile, gathering up the ball of snow in one paw while he tensed and waited, eyes laser focused on the stony outcroppings where he heard his sister's footsteps. The moment he saw her purple and black form, Sara hurled the snowball at her, watching it sail straight and true to explode right over the identical white markings she wore around her right eye. Saracyn burst into laughter when he saw her shocked expression with clumps of snow still clinging to her downy puppy fur. That had been too much fun!

She glowered at him, obsidian eyes smoldering with aggravation, but Saracyn just offered her a sickly sweet smile and an innocent bat of his eyes. Did he regret hitting her with a snowball? No, absolutely not! It had been too much fun catching her off guard and seeing her surprised! Now if he'd hurt her, maybe it would be different, but she was fine, so he could have a laugh at her expense. He gave a content sigh and was about to make a comment on how fun that had been when he saw Ava leap up and dive towards him, paws kicked out in a slide to send a deluge of snow and slush at him like a tidal wave. Sara yipped in surprise, but was unable to avoid the cascading snow and ice, his entire front covered and soaked in the fresh snow. He looked like a powdered doughnut, with flashes of red and black peeking out from beneath the snow covering his fur.

Saracyn gave a shake of his fur, spitting out a mouthful of the snow that hadn't melted yet, and fixed his sister with a challenging glare. Oh, she wanted to go, did she? Well he was happy to oblige! Still on his paws, Sara gave a sweep of his feet across the snow in Ava's direction, aiming to send a flurry of snow back at her in response before he leaped away and dove behind a nearby rock just large enough to conceal his small form. Once behind cover, Sara scrambled to assemble another snowball, peeking out over the top of the rock to follow Ava's movements and hurl another snowball her way.

WC: 417
Total: 1204 / 1500

"Saracyn Mendacium"