Tiptoe through the spookies
Kali was, perhaps, quite stupid for going out onto the Pitfalls so late at night, especially with the added fog that seemed to be wafting in waves across the sandy pits from the Soulless Forest nearby. Visibility was incredibly poor, and even though she’d been across them many times in her young life, she still had had a few close calls. She tiptoed across the landscape, bicolored gaze squinting as she crossed to try and make sure her next step wouldn’t be her last, but that was part of the fun, wasn’t it? Especially when things were so spooky!
The Malakim would have had to be daft to not notice the change in scenery. The days stretched on much longer than normal and the stars seemed to glow strange colors, even going to far as to dart around in ways she’d never seen before. It was interesting and certainly not boring, not like her pack had been lately. Plus, after her spar with her brother, she’d been trying to avoid him as much as possible. He was even more annoying than usual and she didn’t trust him to not try to attack her again. She could handle it, but she preferred to not have to. She continued tiptoeing her way across the land, the odd colored fireflies twisting their way around her legs and lighting up her face. She snapped her jaws at them in annoyance and it disappeared as if it had never been there. How annoying.
Ara watched her step for a few moments, and snap at a firefly, before calling out. “What are you looking out for?” she couldn’t quite put her paw on what was wrong with this territory yet.
A voice called out to the girl in the fog laden night and she paused in her steps, head lifting and squinting to see who had spoken. Surely it wasn’t a figment of her imagination, but she couldn’t deny the possibility. She knew the Soulless Forest had a tendency to play tricks on the mind, who was to say it wasn’t doing so all the way out here? But, it soon became obvious that she was perfectly sane when a fiery red girl appeared from the darkness. She was cloaked in what seemed like fire, a pair of curling horns sprouting from her head and extending back like those of an antelope. She’d seen many mutations, but those were the first type of horns she’d seen. She’d be remise to say the girl wasn’t pretty.
Kali’s brows lifted above her golden masked face when she asked what she was looking out for. They were damn near in the middle of the pitfall and the girl hadn’t managed to fall into any quicksand pits despite not knowing the dangers there were? “If there are gods, they must be smiling down on you,” she said with a laugh. A flirtatious smile etched its way onto her lips as she tossed her head, motioning around them with a gold wrapped paw. “There are quicksand pits littering every god forsaken inch of this place. I’m surprised you haven’t fallen in one, you definitely wouldn’t be the first. You should watch your step, it would be a shame to lose such a pretty face,” she remarked, once again blowing an oddly colored firefly that flickered near her face. “These bugs also seem to be everywhere,” the Malakim grumbled.
As the other woman raised a gold-flecked paw, Ara stepped a little closer to admire the fine-gold patterns with an appreciative smile. “Quicksand?” Ara murmured with some surprise. No wonder the woman had said the gods watched over her. “Quicksand, weird fog, creepy moon, and unnatural firefires?” she said with a shake of her head. “It’s a wonder I'm still alive at all. You might if I just scoot a little closer and hide in your shadow?” she teased, even if she was a little taller than the pretty woman. “I’m Naraca, by the way”
A soft laugh fell from the woman’s maw and Kali found herself grinning as well, watching with bright blue and pink eyes as she danced around her. She made no attempt to hide her gaze raking across the other’s body in appreciation. Kali had never been one to shy away from the attention of others, whether they be boy or girl it didn’t matter to her, as long as they gave her the attention and affection she craved. And, to her delight, it seemed the fiery woman was willing to give her just that.
The woman admonished her luck at making it through the pitfalls unscathed, as well as the oddity of their surroundings. It was clear she wasn’t actually frightened but Kali certainly wasn’t going to complain if she wanted to move a little closer. Naraca seemed to curl against her and the Malakim’s tail gave a pleased flicker behind her thin frame, her head lifting to bump the other’s ear flirtatiously. “Well, you’ve come to the right girl. I know all about these pitfalls, stick close and I’ll get you through to where you’re going,” she purred. “Naraca, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” she complimented. “My name is Kali.” Her gaze looked up toward the oddly colored moon then back to her company, noting the way the light seemed to bathe her in a mysterious glow. The fireflies set quite the mood lighting, turning the chill in the air into one much more pleasing.
“It’s a fortuitous meeting, Kali. what say we head out of these pitfalls and chat somewhere a little safer?” she suggested