Children of the Corn

Deluge was prone to sunburn, so she tended to be most active during the twilight hours. She had snuck away for a snooze below decks on the boat, so when the call came, it was close by. Golden eyes cracked, and the girl stood readily, not one for deep slumbers when there were usually so many limbs to content with. She expected one of her siblings to beat her there first, but as it stood, perhaps the lesson’s proximity to her hidey-hole nap spot had worked in her favour.

As the gangly girl left the ship and sauntered closer, she eyed the red man with a tilt of her head before bowing down and stretching out her cat like claws. She stopped again in her approach to rub the nubs on her head that were beginning to show tips of bone, taking her sweet ass time. All this growing was hard work, and a final shake set her coat momentarily ablaze before she finally decided to move a little faster, lips pulled into an appeasing grin, her back hunched and tail waving mid-height between her spine and the ground. She wondered just what they had been summoned for, but bit her tongue for now. Best let her siblings size the other two up before she put her foot in it.