about as dangerous as this will get!
hermes!
07-22-2023, 02:30 AM
This nice autumn day finds Zion outside the family den; her pale, round, puppy form digging in the dirt and leaf castoff in a spot a little way outside of the roped off boundary. Nose is pressed into the overturned dirt and her gray legs are slowly become coated with the earthy brown that surrounds as it is obvious that the girl is searching for… something. Since the accident with her brother, the small girl has taken a rather keen interest in the healing art that her mother practices and, as a result, has been searching for some of the herbs that her mother uses to refill her stores. That is why she is beyond the boundary, digging with all the fervent intensity of a blood hound tracking its quarry, when a sound tickles her ears. Zion lifts her muzzle from the small hole she has dug, some stubborn dirt still clinging to her black nose. Lavender eyes search in the direction of the sound and she spies the white and blue form of her sister Ursa working her way toward her, inside the boundary line. Her sibling’s tail is flagged and waving happily and Zion’s own tail cannot help but begin to wave behind her. Stepping out of her hole, the pale girl turns to slip back into the roped off area so that she can greet her sibling when the dirt that has been riding on her nose is suddenly pulled into a nostril. Eyes round in surprise as the earth suddenly clogs the airway and, very suddenly and rather violently, Zion begins to sneeze. They are so forcefully, that her entire body quakes and her eyes slam shut. “Achoo! ACHOO! AH… AHHH... ACHOO!” The sounds boom out from such a small creature as her body attempts to rid the offending object from her nostril. Finally, a large, wet glob of dirt is expelled from her nose and comes to rest on the ground between her paws. Sniffling, snot dripping from both nostrils, the girl raises a foreleg to aggressively scrub at her nose as it continues to itch even with the removal of the offending object. Suddenly, Zion wonders if Ursa had just seen her pitiful display. Tears still leak out of her eyes as she attempts to pry them open and see if her sibling had taken notice of her and the fact that she is beyond the boundary line. More than likely she has but one can always hope… right? |
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