The demons in our blood

Fever · 04-29-2024, 08:42 PM

The sweetest little giggle was stifled by tiny nimble paws as Fever grandfather searched for her. The tiny girl hid beneath the edge of a big, oiled fur that hung over the stone table within the den. He'd never, ever find her here! She was a master of hiding. Pretty much invisible. If she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her! Child logic.

Alastor's shadow touched her dark little toes and the delicious anticipation of being found brought a squeak squeezing up her throat. Fever tried to place her paws more tightly over her mouth, but she was too close to involuntary laughter to keep it all in. Anticipation of a jump scare thrummed through the girl but then... what if she scared him first? Genius. She knew she was a genius.

As one furry, obsidian foreleg came into view beneath the skin tablecloth, Fever wiggled her little rump and leaped out of her hiding spot with a big rawr. The girl wrapped her forelegs around her grandfather's front leg and gave him a bite for good measure. She was a monster, after all. It likely wouldn't hurt since she'd just ended up with a mouth full of fur, but she was pleased with herself. Still hanging onto his leg, the tiny girl looked up at the dire brute with huge gold and black eyes. "Did I scare you, Papa?"

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