Visions Are Seldom All They Seem
It was rare that he wandered at all from his mother. But sometimes he did, and sometimes he went a little too far. He felt helpless without his mother, but he was always filled with a hidden curiosity of... well everything. He was fearful of the one's that didn't look like him, being raised in a den for most of his short life. But he had met a variety of wolves that were called "normal" though none of which were "different" like he and his family. Of course, he thought blue and green was the normal until he went to that meeting. Maybe there was no normal in the world. He came to a sandy surface, though he had never seen sand before and was frightened but curious by it. It was warm from the sun, but he thought it was just the ground. If he had even seen sand before, he wouldn't know this was the same because it was black. He walked slowly with a bit of hesitation in each step until he came to a standstill and moved his paw around on the surface interested in how it moved around. He dropped his head to the ground to shuffle his nose into it to see if the smell could tell him what it was. But it was no help. He took a seat, still not aware of the water nearby but wasn't sure if he wanted to keep going. Maybe he should get back to mother... |
She would leave her family for an hour or so, knowing they'll be close by if any trouble arises. Though, if she did meet any strangers she wouldn't give them up, thinking of them as her little security. Her steps would lack elegance at her early age, stepping among the sand as though she had claimed the area for herself. She would bound the area, before suddenly halting in her tracks when spotting another pup. A boy! so pretty! She would giggle before running over to him, hoping to stop a respectable distance away. Why was he on her turf? " Watcha doin... You seem out of place!" She'd giggle once again, before trying to circle him in close proximities. " I'm Millicent, WHO are you?" She would take in his scent, which scent like a loner like she was... but with a hint of something else. Hm. She would face him again, not aware that it's respectful to have personal boundaries, there noses where practically almost touching. Her tail would wag impatiently behind her, waiting for the pretty boy to speak. |
As he tried to figure out what the black stuff was, a voice hit his ears and he immediately turned to face it. They were probably around the same height, Necro being tiny when he was born but the girl would tower over him if they were older. He was only a season older than she was, so there couldn't have been that much of a difference. But in any case, his eyes widened as he cowered down at her. Dione would have definitely not be proud with him in this moment. A little bit of sand stuck to his nose as the girl told him he looked out of place and asked him who he was rather abruptly. He wasn't familiar with her color, and as always he almost feared it. She didn't have blue... green... black or white and it was weird. As the girl came inches from his face, he didn't budge. But then he felt this tickling feeling building up, almost thought she had some kind of magical power that was taking control of him until...! He sneezed, probably all over her face and whatever. But he would quietly lower himself a little more as if to say he was sorry but without making a word to say so. "I'm Ne-Ne-Necrosis." He stuttered hoping that he didn't anger her and that she wouldn't attack him. It was an accident anyway... |