Rakugo
The art of story telling
Poison Master
06-03-2022, 07:01 AM
Racing ahead of her siblings, down the path of flickering paper lanterns, Rheum let out an excited yip. It wasn't every day that one's parents allowed such young pups to stay up terribly late. But tonight was special and they would all be in attendance if they so wished. Food, pup-appropriate drinks, warm fire, soft pillows, and a grand night out to listen to spooky stories. Normally the last one to show up, she was the first this time. Skidding to a halt as the path widened out in front of her, Rheum panted lightly with her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Light danced along the edges and illuminated the Fuschia spots along her body. "Whoa," she whispered softly to herself before her yellow gaze caught sight of her uncle, the Kaicho, none other than himself, Hattori. A smile broke out across her face, eager and excited to get a seat close to the titan of a wolf. Making her way over to the table where food was extravagantly laid out, Rheum picked up a few things with a cup of water before making her way back over to the circle. Picking a cushion close to Hattori, she placed her goodies down and looked up at him intently as his story began. Letting out the appropriate ahhs and gasps, a shiver ran down the pup's spine. How spooky of a story! Glancing around to the others who had gathered, Rheum wondered if anyone else was going to spin a tale. SPEECH |
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