pester me gently
viscera
Bloodletter
Bulwark
11-18-2021, 04:51 PM
Yet another night, day? Night? He didn't know. He'd been born into this darkness that shrouded the slopes of the volcano and the new growth forest below. All the pup had ever known was a very large moon, shimmering auroras, and dancing fireflies. Neon mushrooms and crystals pulsated around the mouth of the den in an ominous way. Venturing recently had shown him that the mushrooms tasted icky and the crystals were too hard even for his large paws to crack. Everything on the outside was indeed interesting, but his heart still pined to stay within the comfort of the den. Whenever mama was there, Ghoul was near. Everyone else had taken to exploring so he assumed he was alone. His litter mates' scents tickled his nose as he perched himself at the mouth of the den. Enjoying the peace and quiet of not having to share space or food with the others, Ghoul was glad for the moment. Fireflies buzzed in dizzying circles. They called to him, but he resisted. Occasionally, a mouse or lizard would skitter by and his vibrant red eyes would watch without blinking. So much to see, so much to do, and yet, he didn't wander far. Perhaps, he should go be adventurous. What would mama do anyway if he got caught leaving the borders? Letting loose a big yawn that showed his liver-colored tongue, Ghoul picked up a paw and inspected his nails. Not that they were interesting, but there wasn't much else to do. Mama was out tending to pack matters and his siblings weren't around to pester him. Clicking his teeth together a few times, he looked about the barren glowing landscape for an animal to torture. Maybe one of those mice would come back by and he could pounce on it. Or maybe he'd try to annoy Galho into practicing his stalking skills. Turning a pale chin over his shoulder, he smirked as he eyed the wide-eyed bird nestled in the corner of the den. |