Master Builder & shroom eater
Mac
11-17-2021, 07:53 PM
Mac was all too eager to please his older brother, that was for certain. In his courageous, but still naïve little head, Misery was all that and a bag of chips - the image of all that was awesome and impressive. The mere vibes of his older sibling gave the speckled boy great pride to be next to him, and he had a lingering feeling that he felt that was where he belonged. Right next to big brother Mis. As the two trekked up the rocky terrain by the falls, Mac struggled to keep up, mostly because of the items of his back. Misery had given him a variety of things to carry, citing that he needed them for their first adventure together. Mac didn’t complain, nor would he start now - even if he was exhausted, he continued. He wanted to make his brother proud, after all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t think he was capable of being a strong and capable warrior someday.
Mac had to practically drag his paws at this point in the journey, feeling the weight on his back and shoulders press down even more than they had before. In the beginning he was so excited to start the trek, and be away from his mother’s grasp, that he hadn’t noticed the weight for quite a while. Now, though, that tiredness was getting to him. A flicker of discomfort crossed his grey eyes as he focused on pushing forward, though the gap between him and Misery was slowly, but surely, beginning to widen. Would he even make it? He began to pant, pink tongue lolling from his lips as they got closer to the falls, which glowed a vibrant flourescent array of colors in the moonlight.
While he hadn’t talked much at all this entire journey, having been too focused on keeping up his strength and endurance to follow his brother, the boy’s eyes were constantly looking around, taking in all the details of their glowing landscape. It also helped to distract him from the strain upon his back, and he kept tabs on some of the interesting things he’d seen along the way. By the time Misery stopped and said Alright, this will do, Mac stopped to catch his breath, but realizing his brother was likely watching his every move, the speckled child composed himself quickly, straightening his shoulders and taking in even, deep breaths. Couldn’t look too weak, after all. After a few moments, the items on his back suddenly felt less important, and even less heavy, as Misery asked him, So Mac, tell me what you’ve seen so far?
The boy rolled his shoulders, offering his complete attention his older brother. Just as something in the older male’s face indicated something was a bit off, the child felt it too, like a breeze that flowed between the two of then. It was hard to ignore for him, too, and he felt like something was going to happen - good or bad, he didn’t know for certain. He shifted the stuff that sat on his back a bit before saying, "Well, first of all, there are fireflies everywhere here. They’re all over, sure, but they’re practically lighting up the place." He looked behind him, recalling the mushrooms and crystals he’d seen on their way here. "The mushrooms look like they’ve been eaten at by the animals around here, but the crystals aren’t touched. That tells me the animals can eat the mushrooms, but they can’t bite into the crystals because they seem much harder." The boy paused, suddenly letting his soft grey orbs cast themselves on a figure that drifted slowly towards them, likely doing so as Misery had been talking to him. There was no denying its presence now, or if this was the thing that had given their surroundings a strange atmosphere.
Mac tilted his head st the thing. It was some strange creature he hadn’t seen before, and it was semi-transparent, looking as if you could walk right through it. Not that the speckled boy would try, though, and he watched it with an intense curiosity. It didn’t even seem to affect the water, normally an animal should create ripples. He didn’t scream in terror. He didn’t flinch or panic. A certain expression of both curiosity and apprehension crossed his features, though, his muscles tensing up as if ready to launch himself at this transluscent entity. He slowly turned his head to his older brother, looking for guidance on what to do. Could he fight it? Should they run off?
He blinked, not super calm, but he maintained a strangely intact composure. "Misery, what is that?" He asked, lowering his voice. After all, he hadn’t seen it before - nor did it have a scent. What was it, and did it pose a threat?
Mac had to practically drag his paws at this point in the journey, feeling the weight on his back and shoulders press down even more than they had before. In the beginning he was so excited to start the trek, and be away from his mother’s grasp, that he hadn’t noticed the weight for quite a while. Now, though, that tiredness was getting to him. A flicker of discomfort crossed his grey eyes as he focused on pushing forward, though the gap between him and Misery was slowly, but surely, beginning to widen. Would he even make it? He began to pant, pink tongue lolling from his lips as they got closer to the falls, which glowed a vibrant flourescent array of colors in the moonlight.
While he hadn’t talked much at all this entire journey, having been too focused on keeping up his strength and endurance to follow his brother, the boy’s eyes were constantly looking around, taking in all the details of their glowing landscape. It also helped to distract him from the strain upon his back, and he kept tabs on some of the interesting things he’d seen along the way. By the time Misery stopped and said Alright, this will do, Mac stopped to catch his breath, but realizing his brother was likely watching his every move, the speckled child composed himself quickly, straightening his shoulders and taking in even, deep breaths. Couldn’t look too weak, after all. After a few moments, the items on his back suddenly felt less important, and even less heavy, as Misery asked him, So Mac, tell me what you’ve seen so far?
The boy rolled his shoulders, offering his complete attention his older brother. Just as something in the older male’s face indicated something was a bit off, the child felt it too, like a breeze that flowed between the two of then. It was hard to ignore for him, too, and he felt like something was going to happen - good or bad, he didn’t know for certain. He shifted the stuff that sat on his back a bit before saying, "Well, first of all, there are fireflies everywhere here. They’re all over, sure, but they’re practically lighting up the place." He looked behind him, recalling the mushrooms and crystals he’d seen on their way here. "The mushrooms look like they’ve been eaten at by the animals around here, but the crystals aren’t touched. That tells me the animals can eat the mushrooms, but they can’t bite into the crystals because they seem much harder." The boy paused, suddenly letting his soft grey orbs cast themselves on a figure that drifted slowly towards them, likely doing so as Misery had been talking to him. There was no denying its presence now, or if this was the thing that had given their surroundings a strange atmosphere.
Mac tilted his head st the thing. It was some strange creature he hadn’t seen before, and it was semi-transparent, looking as if you could walk right through it. Not that the speckled boy would try, though, and he watched it with an intense curiosity. It didn’t even seem to affect the water, normally an animal should create ripples. He didn’t scream in terror. He didn’t flinch or panic. A certain expression of both curiosity and apprehension crossed his features, though, his muscles tensing up as if ready to launch himself at this transluscent entity. He slowly turned his head to his older brother, looking for guidance on what to do. Could he fight it? Should they run off?
He blinked, not super calm, but he maintained a strangely intact composure. "Misery, what is that?" He asked, lowering his voice. After all, he hadn’t seen it before - nor did it have a scent. What was it, and did it pose a threat?
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill