Ghost Tales
Professor
11-07-2021, 12:45 AM
The brothers had enjoyed the forest’s secret hot spring and the comfortable sleep that had followed. There had been contentment and peace for a time but it was short lived as they find themselves, once more, on the move. The forest seems to grow darker with each step they take. Noticing the lack of fireflies and the strange sounds that call out to the passing brothers, set Ricin on edge. When the fog starts to roll in, the lighter brother moves ahead of Chade slightly, knowing that his brother will cover Ricin’s blind spots without needing to be asked.
Growing up, Ricin had hated that he had to rely on someone else to see things where he could not but things had changed when the brothers bonded. Quickly Chade had learned where Ricin’s limited peripheral vision started and stopped, adapting his movements to cover those areas when needed. Ricin knows he can count on his brother to protect him and that is all he needs. As they move further, Ricin realizes just how limited the visibility has become as the fog thickens and rolls through the forest. Feeling Chade’s pace slow and stop, Ricin follows suit and listens to his brother’s suggestion.
Crimson eyes study the wall of fog around them as his ears listen to his brother. Ricin says, “Yeah, I don’t think going any further would be wise. Who knows what pitfalls and traps we might fall into. Don’t need one of us hurt right now.” Throwing a smirk toward Chade, Ricin tries to play off his last words as a joke but he knows they are anything but. If he falls into a trap and hurts himself, Ricin would become a hindrance to his brother. The only option for his brother’s survival would be to leave him. Ricin’s worst fear is to be left for dead after all his brother had done to keep him alive.
The suggestion of hunting sounds like a good idea and Ricin nods his agreement when an amused voice calls out from the depths of the fog. Ricin and Chade spin around, falling into the familiar pattern of attack the brother’s have adopted. Chade now stands in front of Ricin and the lighter brother shrinks, getting lower to the ground and trying to appear small and weak. Chade’s hackles rise as he draws himself up to his full height and the thickened spike of fur sticks up, drawing attention away from his brother.
It is a ploy, if an attacker rushes toward Chade, Ricin will spring from his spot to attack flailing legs, trying to offer Chade openings in the battle. When his brother asks who the voice is, he receives a chuckle as the answer. The fog boils, taking on a life of its own as it swirls and reaches fingers out toward them. Tendrils quickly retract, collapsing on themselves as the shape of wolf appears within its depths and walks out toward the awestruck brothers. It moves gracefully across the ground, trailing wisps of fog behind it.
The fog shaped wolf asks what they are doing out here alone and Ricin watches his brother continue to stare in disbelief. For once, Ricin takes the initiative and stands up from behind Chade. Moving around to stand by his brother’s side, Ricin says, “We were just out enjoying the uh…” Casting a look around before looking toward to wolf to finish his thought, “scenery.” He tries to make humor in the tense situation and it seems to work as the wispy wolf chuckles again.
A wide smile appears as he continues, “Name’s Ricin and that’s my brother” gesturing a paw toward his brother, “Chade. He’s the brawn and I’m brains of this operation.” Ricin carefully weighs his options before speaking each time, deciding what to share and what to try and hide for now. Name’s seem important and he doubts this wolf could do anything harmful with them. His attempt to dodge the fog’s question about what they are doing out here alone does not go unnoticed by the wolf. Its head tilts and says, “My, my little Ricin. Such a conversationalist. However, you did not answer my question. What are two children doing out here alone?”
Ricin darts his eyes toward Chade before saying, “We are always alone.” If Chade wants to tell the wispy wolf their reason, Ricin will allow him. For now, he falls silent and looks toward the strange wolf with a smile.
"Speech"
Growing up, Ricin had hated that he had to rely on someone else to see things where he could not but things had changed when the brothers bonded. Quickly Chade had learned where Ricin’s limited peripheral vision started and stopped, adapting his movements to cover those areas when needed. Ricin knows he can count on his brother to protect him and that is all he needs. As they move further, Ricin realizes just how limited the visibility has become as the fog thickens and rolls through the forest. Feeling Chade’s pace slow and stop, Ricin follows suit and listens to his brother’s suggestion.
Crimson eyes study the wall of fog around them as his ears listen to his brother. Ricin says, “Yeah, I don’t think going any further would be wise. Who knows what pitfalls and traps we might fall into. Don’t need one of us hurt right now.” Throwing a smirk toward Chade, Ricin tries to play off his last words as a joke but he knows they are anything but. If he falls into a trap and hurts himself, Ricin would become a hindrance to his brother. The only option for his brother’s survival would be to leave him. Ricin’s worst fear is to be left for dead after all his brother had done to keep him alive.
The suggestion of hunting sounds like a good idea and Ricin nods his agreement when an amused voice calls out from the depths of the fog. Ricin and Chade spin around, falling into the familiar pattern of attack the brother’s have adopted. Chade now stands in front of Ricin and the lighter brother shrinks, getting lower to the ground and trying to appear small and weak. Chade’s hackles rise as he draws himself up to his full height and the thickened spike of fur sticks up, drawing attention away from his brother.
It is a ploy, if an attacker rushes toward Chade, Ricin will spring from his spot to attack flailing legs, trying to offer Chade openings in the battle. When his brother asks who the voice is, he receives a chuckle as the answer. The fog boils, taking on a life of its own as it swirls and reaches fingers out toward them. Tendrils quickly retract, collapsing on themselves as the shape of wolf appears within its depths and walks out toward the awestruck brothers. It moves gracefully across the ground, trailing wisps of fog behind it.
The fog shaped wolf asks what they are doing out here alone and Ricin watches his brother continue to stare in disbelief. For once, Ricin takes the initiative and stands up from behind Chade. Moving around to stand by his brother’s side, Ricin says, “We were just out enjoying the uh…” Casting a look around before looking toward to wolf to finish his thought, “scenery.” He tries to make humor in the tense situation and it seems to work as the wispy wolf chuckles again.
A wide smile appears as he continues, “Name’s Ricin and that’s my brother” gesturing a paw toward his brother, “Chade. He’s the brawn and I’m brains of this operation.” Ricin carefully weighs his options before speaking each time, deciding what to share and what to try and hide for now. Name’s seem important and he doubts this wolf could do anything harmful with them. His attempt to dodge the fog’s question about what they are doing out here alone does not go unnoticed by the wolf. Its head tilts and says, “My, my little Ricin. Such a conversationalist. However, you did not answer my question. What are two children doing out here alone?”
Ricin darts his eyes toward Chade before saying, “We are always alone.” If Chade wants to tell the wispy wolf their reason, Ricin will allow him. For now, he falls silent and looks toward the strange wolf with a smile.
