Fireflies don't taste good
Knight
Trophy Hunter
10-11-2021, 11:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2021, 06:06 PM by Rudyard. Edited 1 time in total.)
Rudyard was tired, that sort of tired that comes from a good days workout. He’d feel satisfied with that if it wasn’t for how little he had done for the day. The impatient wolf felt like he would never be back in peak shape. Logic assured him he just needed a bit more time and exercise but his impatient nature just inwardly screamed it was going to take forever.
Rudy wanted to go off with Art and deal with this ‘brother’ problem they had. Art wasn’t ready for it yet so technically Rudy had time but he should be improving his fighting ability to greater extremes than he could right now. The boy let out a pent up sigh and as he exhaled noticed a firefly bobbing a bit at the somewhat harsher breath. Firefly?
Once Rudy looked about he spotted more of them, glowing a weird blue shade. Tilting his head back there was a veritable swarm of the things and the moon had an odd tint of color that didn’t really seem right. Was it the hardly visible foggy clouds passing by that did it? Surely not, they wouldn’t make the odd tinge of color.
Sure, it was a good weather for fireflies but since when was there number so huge and didn’t most of them have more of a greenish shade light to them, and it seemed like these fireflies stayed lit up longer versus the ones that normally flickered a second then dark and again. Rudy’s ears flicked back and forth as he took in the odd sight. One of the little bugs tried landing on his muzzle and he swiped it away with a paw. The irritation came back towards him and Rudy just snapped at it, actually managing to get it on the edge of his teeth. It had a funny taste and he pawed at his tongue till he knocked it off. “Yuck, what are you things?” Maybe they were some different sort of bug that was just similar to them. Either way they tasted yuck and could brighten up the dark area more than he'd ever imagine.
Rudyard Carpathius
Rudy wanted to go off with Art and deal with this ‘brother’ problem they had. Art wasn’t ready for it yet so technically Rudy had time but he should be improving his fighting ability to greater extremes than he could right now. The boy let out a pent up sigh and as he exhaled noticed a firefly bobbing a bit at the somewhat harsher breath. Firefly?
Once Rudy looked about he spotted more of them, glowing a weird blue shade. Tilting his head back there was a veritable swarm of the things and the moon had an odd tint of color that didn’t really seem right. Was it the hardly visible foggy clouds passing by that did it? Surely not, they wouldn’t make the odd tinge of color.
Sure, it was a good weather for fireflies but since when was there number so huge and didn’t most of them have more of a greenish shade light to them, and it seemed like these fireflies stayed lit up longer versus the ones that normally flickered a second then dark and again. Rudy’s ears flicked back and forth as he took in the odd sight. One of the little bugs tried landing on his muzzle and he swiped it away with a paw. The irritation came back towards him and Rudy just snapped at it, actually managing to get it on the edge of his teeth. It had a funny taste and he pawed at his tongue till he knocked it off. “Yuck, what are you things?” Maybe they were some different sort of bug that was just similar to them. Either way they tasted yuck and could brighten up the dark area more than he'd ever imagine.