Siberia - Short Story Two - Snowflakes
Central Character - Lifealope
Word Count - 405
Hopping, skipping, rolling...A small feline like critter flitted around in the snow.
Happy, near dancing as it pranced to catch the flakes between little paws, its dark antlers a large contrast against its pale fur and green tints. Little sprigs of grass and other plants springing up from where ever its paws had stepped.
The Lifealope was playing, embracing the full nature of the cat who's form it was assuming, playful, excitable, loving. There was so much to investigate, so much to see and do and smell.
Smell in particular, the Lifealope stopped to deeply in hail the air, it could smell the last scents of what ever travelled through, that little group of survivors it liked had passed through a few days before before the life giving creature had.
That was when it noticed it, a mound of snow not to far off, that moved on occasion and rose up and down. Curious but cautious, the Lifealope crept towards it, reaching out with one paw to bat away some of the white powder that was upon the mound, something was actually alive under there and it unfurled and lifted its head.
A mouth full of teeth opened in a yawn and many eyes looked down upon the Lifealope, who tilted its head and meowed with a smile.
Lifealope had seen this worm before, it usually travelled with that little group of survivors, a pet to the bug eyed green one, though why it was out here alone now was of no real concern to the feline, who just wanted to play in the snow.
Photoshop stared at the odd white animal a few moments more, before turning her head towards the north, she had been sleeping for a long time, longer than she should have been, recovering from a wound on her side, now they had gone on with out her and she did not know how long ago that had been.
Giving off a rumbled sound that could only be described as a gwarh, the worm set off at a fast crawl intending to search out some food, ignoring the feline as it meowed again..
Shaking the snow from its fur the Lifealope watched the worm leave, before dashing after it, putting aside its plans to play, cold weather was always so much more bearable when you were in it with friends and this worm the Lifealope had decided, was indeed a friend.