drunk on the good life
ooc. liquid timing this to a lil closer to springtime, if not right in the spring
Today, the adventure was closer to home. The littler pups were sticking close to the den, but the girl couldn't shake her wanderlust. So, she just took a trip to the caves down the way. They were pretty close to home, and she hadn't been there yet. Sathanus said there were some neato paintings there, but had told her after that if she told anyone that Sath liked them Sath would eat her.
So she told everyone she just wanted to see the other caves. Nothing about pretty pictures. Exaggerated strides carried her into the maw of the caverns, legs waddling to the sides for no reason at all. Kicking one out, then the other, she kept going. Where were the pretty pictures? Wait- what was that? Forget pictures, this was amazing.
Bounding closer, she inspected the strange little thingie. It was growing on the floor, next to a lil puddle. It had a long stalk, like a flower, or a tree. But instead of a flower or branches, there was a big hat on it. There was no grass on the hat, or anything else. There were also more of them further back, little ones that looked like eyes in the shadows. Oh no, don't think about eyes. That's scary. One pale paw stretched out, only shaking a little bit. She prodded it sharply, and immediately recoiled. It wobbled a bit, and stood still again.
"What's you?" She demanded of the small thing, frowning at it.
ooc. (again) it is a mushroom
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Spring was here at last! Lydia strode out of her small den to take in the slightly warmer air. Here in the north it was difficult to tell as snow still clung stubbornly to the ground but the trees were beginning to green and the birds were singing to their heats content. Lydia had stayed in the north through the winter. After that experience, harrowing as it was, she had gained a new self-confidence. She'd faced down winter in the north as a loner. That had to be worth something and she was as far away as she could get from the monsters that had enslaved her.
Her wandering took her through the mountains when a small cave opening caught her attention. Lydia was careful. Spring meant waking bears and to traipse into the den of a cranky bear was a quick way to get torn to pieces and eaten. When she was certain there was no need to be afraid she slipped into the cave and began to explore. As she weaved her way through the caverns she was stunned to find a little black and white pup in the caves. "Oh, hello? Are you lost little one? You shouldn't be down here by yourself."
Click, clack, click. Someone was here too! Did they know what the weird thing was? It didn't make any noise yet, so it obviously wasn't alive. What a weird thing, it was. She looked around, trying to find the new wolf. There! Blending in really well in the dark. "Oh, hello? Are you lost little one? You shouldn't be down here by yourself." She said. The girl snorted, face screwed up in disbelief. "Pffsh, naw!" She giggled, craning her neck to look over her shoulder. "Having an adventure. Mama is.. spring cleaning? Dunno. Papa's huntin'." She told the strange lady. Why did all the adults think she was lost? Silly adults.
"What's this?" She demanded, more than asked. Sticking one paw out, she pointed to the strange thing. Tapping it again with her paw, she was a little too rough this time. The weird stem broke, making an audible snapping sound. The weird hat toppled to the ground. A horrified gasp was punched from her lungs. "Oh no!" She cried. "Broke him!" Yet again, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She broke it! Killed it, maybe! She was a murderer! Papa was gonna be so mad! "Killed him!" She wailed, panic in her eyes as she spun around to the strange lady. She had to help! Had to!
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