04-28-2020, 01:18 PM
The trail towards the East had started off well and fun enough, but the past few days had turned into a dreadfully boring expedition of the most boring kinds of rocks and trees alongside the same old boring clusters of grazers and gossipers. Where was the diversity? Where was the adventure? Where were the interesting people?! Certainly not here in the Meadow. He hoped they had all gone eastward too.
A weird shrieking sound comes from somewhere nearby, but he doesn’t pay it much attention. These people in Beqanna could do some strange things, and some of them were into some strange things. It wasn’t really his business, and so it didn’t really concern him for the most part, unless somehow it came to involve him. Which funnily enough, ended up being his very last thought before something soft bounced against his leg, but it’s so brief that he initially brushes it off as a blade of grass rubbing against it, pushed there by the wind’s influence. That was until he saw the cat sliding past, coming to a stop right next to him and an obviously terrified little rodent type thing.
His first instinct is to keep moving, and he does to start. Just a few steps away, but then he stops - turning back to see predator lurking over top prey. Unclear of what her intentions might be, he sighs, settling on this as a perfectly good excuse to hear the answer of just exactly what that thing was.
“It looks soft,” he said walking up next to them again and answering her before the tiny creature could. “And squishy.” He’d never seen anything that before - something so furry and round and small. Nerve turns his head this way and that as if to study it, and wonders...could he turn into it? In the blink of an eye he’s gone, and where the lanky yearling stood a second before is the rotund body of a Capybara. Leaning over the fluffball, he stares down his large, broad nose, teeth gnashing together, “Did I do it? Am I what you are? Bweep?”
@[spirit] @[Mazikeen]
A weird shrieking sound comes from somewhere nearby, but he doesn’t pay it much attention. These people in Beqanna could do some strange things, and some of them were into some strange things. It wasn’t really his business, and so it didn’t really concern him for the most part, unless somehow it came to involve him. Which funnily enough, ended up being his very last thought before something soft bounced against his leg, but it’s so brief that he initially brushes it off as a blade of grass rubbing against it, pushed there by the wind’s influence. That was until he saw the cat sliding past, coming to a stop right next to him and an obviously terrified little rodent type thing.
His first instinct is to keep moving, and he does to start. Just a few steps away, but then he stops - turning back to see predator lurking over top prey. Unclear of what her intentions might be, he sighs, settling on this as a perfectly good excuse to hear the answer of just exactly what that thing was.
“It looks soft,” he said walking up next to them again and answering her before the tiny creature could. “And squishy.” He’d never seen anything that before - something so furry and round and small. Nerve turns his head this way and that as if to study it, and wonders...could he turn into it? In the blink of an eye he’s gone, and where the lanky yearling stood a second before is the rotund body of a Capybara. Leaning over the fluffball, he stares down his large, broad nose, teeth gnashing together, “Did I do it? Am I what you are? Bweep?”
@[spirit] @[Mazikeen]