Freshen Up

Being the hyperactive little shit that she was, Dusk had a difficult time sitting still. Cleaning the furs took forever and it was so very hard to wait for each of them to be scrubbed before she could splash them clean and lay them out to dry. The girl began to wiggle and fidget impatiently, eventually having no choice but to get up and move.

Dusk knew that she was adorable and she knew that her mother and aunts loved her, so she didn't think it would bother them if she acted like a cute puppy. The dark child bounded around them, diving in to give them little surprise pats as if she'd caught them and they were 'it.' Every once in a while the girl would stop, tongue lolling, and lean against one of her aunts, accepting their affections. Soon though, she was off bounding around once more. Cleaning furs was kind of fun, she guessed.

"Dusk Carpathius"