... spent way too much on cobwebs
Lukina
The water that rushed over the tops of the falls reflected the bright light of the moon, and the masked adventurer was continuing on his quest to discover the source of all the strange nightly happenings. Keen eyes scanned the water as it coursed away from the falls, curious to discover if the curse that had left so many prey animals oddly coloured and glowing in the dark had extended to the fish. Night fishing was incredibly dangerous, but he was a good swimmer, so he wasn't all that concerned. Hopping onto a fallen log that crossed over a shallow stretch of the river, the mottled yearling sought out the glinting bodies of any fish still trying to navigate these waters. Sure enough, a bright glimmer darted into reach. Quite bright, actually. Crouching down on the thick trunk of the dead tree, he nearly pressed his belly to the bark to avoid tumbling in after his prey. He waited for the right moment, and then smack! One broad paw slapped the surface of the water, colliding with the muscular body of the fish and scooping it up and out of the water. Its pale body flew onto the shore, and he hurriedly leapt to the rocky beach to keep it from escaping. When he finally pinned its wriggling form under one paw, the young wolf found himself struck dumb. Sure enough, the fish were glowing too. This one was softly illuminating the ground around it, the membranes of its fins pulsing with a cool toned light. Where he would have expected darker scales from a young salmon, he instead saw scattered spots of bioluminescence. "Great Tree, what is happening here?" he muttered in Fennish, before sighing and knocking the struggling fish back into the water. The stupid critter probably wasn't safe to eat, so why kill it? Slumping onto his haunches, the muddied half-pint watched a fleck of bluish debris float closer and closer. Verdant eyes crossed as it hovered near the end of his snout, nearly bumping the smooth bone of his mask. He couldn't see the wings, or the body, like he would with a regular firefly. Suddenly, he wondered what the waters at home looked like right now. Had the strange critters that lived in the water of the mangrove suddenly taken to the skies, and laid claim to the moon? He wished his mother were here to help him work through the oddities he was encountering. |