10-06-2018, 06:32 PM
<center><div style="width: 550px; text-align: justify;">“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
As her words echo through the forest, she stands still. Attentively hear ears turn and twist around, ready to catch any and all sounds coming from the eerie silent forest around her as dusk approaches. Faolin even holds her breath, in order to make sure she does not miss the tiniest sound of Jack’s approach.
But there is none. He isn’t coming.
A hoof collides roughly with the ground in annoyance, but the petite female does not yet give up. Her brown orbs dance along Taiga’s thick redwood trunks, narrowing ever so slightly as she tries to find something else that possibly could lure him out. Then there suddenly is a loud ‘splash’, followed by series of muttered words, and faint stirring sound. Well, that couldn’t have been pretty. The corners of Faolin’s lips curl up as she realises what has happened, and she softly nickers to herself.
The sound is cut short as she suddenly realises that different sounds are now coming from all directions. Something is brewing in the eerie redwood forest. Hands clawing, feet dragging, and soft snickering sounds coming from the shadows. However, as soon as you turn your head towards the sound, it stills, only to then come from a different direction. Faolin had been willing to play his game, but she isn’t yet sure if she wants to play the same game with them.
Her head tilts back to the sky again, her painted face lit by the last light of the day. “Oh Jackie, where are you? You know I’m waiting for you,” she calls to him, her melodic voice carrying the syllables from Taiga to wherever it is where Jack is hiding. She does not think it will lure him out, but oh, his game is so fun to play with. Anticipation nestles as an excited butterfly in her stomach, making her feel light and almost giggly, but Faolin does not rush. Jack would come once he was ready to show himself.
Once he had gotten himself over his little slip up. Best to not mention it yet, though Faolin is pretty sure that he is aware that she knows. But even so, why putting salt in an open wound, if she still needs to get some things done from him.
A flick of her tail, and a narrowed glare towards her left – in the direction of one of those snickering sounds – later, the painted lady turns around, to go back the way she had come. Around her, Taiga is changing. The night has now fully chased away the sun, but the light of the orange lanterns that decorate the trees offer just enough to compensate. The light sources on the ground come in the shape of hollowed out pumpkins, with candles burning inside them. The sight puts a smile on Faolin’s lips, putting a sway in her step as she walks. As she walks through Taiga, she softly whistles a trick-or-treat song to herself, while watching more and more decorations appear.
Next to the lanterns and pumpkins there are now all kinds of things to be seen. Thick cobwebs in the trees, accompanied by spiders too large for their webs. Above her she can hear the cackling of a witch, before it flies over her head on a brand new Nimbus 2000. The sight is gruesome – and entertaining – enough to stop and stare. Crooked nose with a big black mole, sickly green skin, and tangled hair coming from under a pointy hood. How typical.
But even though Taiga comes alive with whatever creatures Jack has brought to their world, there is still no sign from the game master himself. “Jack, where are you now? We have a game to play, and I can get really flammable if someone denies me a good play.” A frown is now to be seen upon her features, and her tail makes an irritated flick. Who was he to deny her?
Again she halts, this time standing in a little clearing. On the outside she looks calm, and patient, but Faolin is everything but. And the longer is kept waiting, the worse her mood becomes. But she does not tap a hoof, nor flick her tail around. When she moves, it is to walk towards one of the many hollow pumpkins lying around. Her nose dips towards the object, feeling he burning candle warming her skin. Wickedly, her lips curl up, and she glances up to the sky out of one corner of her eyes. “Be warned, Jack, no-one should keep a lady waiting.”
Again her muzzle lowers, and she gives the pumpkin an experimental bump. Watching the face rocking, and the flame flickering, she cannot contain her full-fledged grin. “You better hurry up,” she tells him, no longer raising her voice, but neither whispering. “Or else I’ll put things on fire, to drag you from your burning shelter with my own teeth.”
And don’t think she wouldn’t. Taiga isn’t her home, and the river separating the forest from Taiga would keep her home from burning. She didn’t have anything to lose, but Faolin couldn’t say the same about Jack. Content with herself she stands next to one of Jack’s look-a-like Halloween decorations, her left foreleg resting directly next to it, so a simple kick would be enough to set the many dried leaves aflame. </div></center>
As her words echo through the forest, she stands still. Attentively hear ears turn and twist around, ready to catch any and all sounds coming from the eerie silent forest around her as dusk approaches. Faolin even holds her breath, in order to make sure she does not miss the tiniest sound of Jack’s approach.
But there is none. He isn’t coming.
A hoof collides roughly with the ground in annoyance, but the petite female does not yet give up. Her brown orbs dance along Taiga’s thick redwood trunks, narrowing ever so slightly as she tries to find something else that possibly could lure him out. Then there suddenly is a loud ‘splash’, followed by series of muttered words, and faint stirring sound. Well, that couldn’t have been pretty. The corners of Faolin’s lips curl up as she realises what has happened, and she softly nickers to herself.
The sound is cut short as she suddenly realises that different sounds are now coming from all directions. Something is brewing in the eerie redwood forest. Hands clawing, feet dragging, and soft snickering sounds coming from the shadows. However, as soon as you turn your head towards the sound, it stills, only to then come from a different direction. Faolin had been willing to play his game, but she isn’t yet sure if she wants to play the same game with them.
Her head tilts back to the sky again, her painted face lit by the last light of the day. “Oh Jackie, where are you? You know I’m waiting for you,” she calls to him, her melodic voice carrying the syllables from Taiga to wherever it is where Jack is hiding. She does not think it will lure him out, but oh, his game is so fun to play with. Anticipation nestles as an excited butterfly in her stomach, making her feel light and almost giggly, but Faolin does not rush. Jack would come once he was ready to show himself.
Once he had gotten himself over his little slip up. Best to not mention it yet, though Faolin is pretty sure that he is aware that she knows. But even so, why putting salt in an open wound, if she still needs to get some things done from him.
A flick of her tail, and a narrowed glare towards her left – in the direction of one of those snickering sounds – later, the painted lady turns around, to go back the way she had come. Around her, Taiga is changing. The night has now fully chased away the sun, but the light of the orange lanterns that decorate the trees offer just enough to compensate. The light sources on the ground come in the shape of hollowed out pumpkins, with candles burning inside them. The sight puts a smile on Faolin’s lips, putting a sway in her step as she walks. As she walks through Taiga, she softly whistles a trick-or-treat song to herself, while watching more and more decorations appear.
Next to the lanterns and pumpkins there are now all kinds of things to be seen. Thick cobwebs in the trees, accompanied by spiders too large for their webs. Above her she can hear the cackling of a witch, before it flies over her head on a brand new Nimbus 2000. The sight is gruesome – and entertaining – enough to stop and stare. Crooked nose with a big black mole, sickly green skin, and tangled hair coming from under a pointy hood. How typical.
But even though Taiga comes alive with whatever creatures Jack has brought to their world, there is still no sign from the game master himself. “Jack, where are you now? We have a game to play, and I can get really flammable if someone denies me a good play.” A frown is now to be seen upon her features, and her tail makes an irritated flick. Who was he to deny her?
Again she halts, this time standing in a little clearing. On the outside she looks calm, and patient, but Faolin is everything but. And the longer is kept waiting, the worse her mood becomes. But she does not tap a hoof, nor flick her tail around. When she moves, it is to walk towards one of the many hollow pumpkins lying around. Her nose dips towards the object, feeling he burning candle warming her skin. Wickedly, her lips curl up, and she glances up to the sky out of one corner of her eyes. “Be warned, Jack, no-one should keep a lady waiting.”
Again her muzzle lowers, and she gives the pumpkin an experimental bump. Watching the face rocking, and the flame flickering, she cannot contain her full-fledged grin. “You better hurry up,” she tells him, no longer raising her voice, but neither whispering. “Or else I’ll put things on fire, to drag you from your burning shelter with my own teeth.”
And don’t think she wouldn’t. Taiga isn’t her home, and the river separating the forest from Taiga would keep her home from burning. She didn’t have anything to lose, but Faolin couldn’t say the same about Jack. Content with herself she stands next to one of Jack’s look-a-like Halloween decorations, her left foreleg resting directly next to it, so a simple kick would be enough to set the many dried leaves aflame. </div></center>