02-17-2019, 12:12 AM
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The shadows curl around Misfit’s legs but he pays them no mind, it is only when he is with Haunt that the shadows reach for him and they never do any harm. Their rough play leads to a tussle, and the shadow creature throws his legs over the boy’s narrow shoulders. Baby teeth pinch, but he is tough and doesn’t even squeak. The grullo tosses his blue smudged head and kicks out into the air with his hind legs. Unbalanced he topples into the dark and fragrant leaves and Haunt comes down on top of him, Misfit flails a bit amongst the tendrils and darkness and detritus but ends up pinned and breathing in amused little huffs beneath Haunt. There is a joyful buzz in his muscles as he lets his head drop to the ground.
Haunt noses his blue-shadowed neck and then licks the place, leaving damp swipes behind on the soft plane. Misfit snorts, and makes a content sound in the back of his throat. A shiver travels through his untested nerve endings and ends in an unconscious kick of his left hind leg. Opening his eye he takes in the dark branches overhead, and the tiny cracks in the living ceiling where light sneaks through to leave golden dapples on the ground around them.
Wiggling a bit, Misfit curves his head back to try and catch the tip of Haunt’s ear in his teeth before nosing their dark forehead. “You’re my favorite, Haunt. He says sincerely and then, “What do you want to do?” Momma is probably already looking for him, since they have gone out of sight in the trees but he finds himself caring a little less. He wants to be with Haunt, here, or wherever makes his friend happy.
Haunt noses his blue-shadowed neck and then licks the place, leaving damp swipes behind on the soft plane. Misfit snorts, and makes a content sound in the back of his throat. A shiver travels through his untested nerve endings and ends in an unconscious kick of his left hind leg. Opening his eye he takes in the dark branches overhead, and the tiny cracks in the living ceiling where light sneaks through to leave golden dapples on the ground around them.
Wiggling a bit, Misfit curves his head back to try and catch the tip of Haunt’s ear in his teeth before nosing their dark forehead. “You’re my favorite, Haunt. He says sincerely and then, “What do you want to do?” Momma is probably already looking for him, since they have gone out of sight in the trees but he finds himself caring a little less. He wants to be with Haunt, here, or wherever makes his friend happy.
Misfit
i wouldn't love me neither
@[Haunt] ugh so my brain decided to stop working, sorry for terrible.
