Moga: Wow. Uh, odd inspiration here. This came from when I found a lost
picture I drew.
He laughed as he ran, paws splashing through puddles, weaving in and out of tree, under and over fallen logs, and through bushes and thickets. With an "oomph" Pajou sprang up and brought the insect down, pinning it to the ground with one paw. After he had admired it for a moment, he lifted his paw up, letting the insect go.
The scene is a way too sandy one. The temperature is soaring and the desert sands stretch themselves out, consuming hapless creatures that become lost in the sea of sand. Amongst the dunes, a creature is on the move. Odd, only because it is mid-day, meaning the temperature is at it's highest.
The creature is quiet small, probably to fit into a burrow home. It's short fur is a tan-ish color, and full of sand. Two large green eyes are home to black pupils. In between its eyes, on its forehead, is a black symbol. Looking similar to an Ace of Spades, only the chunky lower part has three triangular shapes attached, one pointed down, another left, and the last right. It has a large leathery, black nose above its mouth. Two large, protruding teeth form at a point that extends past its chin, similar to a cartoon rabbit. Two shot front arms end in three fingered paws, each paw tipped with claws longer than the actual finger. Each foot is as long as its head, having three toes. Each toe ends in a claw, a bit long than the toe itself.
Spip raced up a sand dune, standing erect for a moment, his small ears perking up monetarily. He sniffed the air, before racing back down the dune. He jumped over a snake-like creature on the way. It flicked its tongue out at him, raising the spines on its back in warning. Spip continued on his way without another thought to the creature. Those snake- things were his major food source, anyway. He stopped on top of another dune, sniffing once more. The smell of a dieing creature was near. The closer Spip got, the more accurately he knew where his next meal was. He didn't recognize the creature, but it didn't matter. If he couldn't eat it, undoubtedly other possible meals would have been drawn to deaths smell.
He stopped momentarily to get a drink of water. While water was not readily available, small plants absorbed the clear substance, becoming puffy and swelled. To get a drink, one only had to bite into the plant's leaves. Spip continued on his way, intent on eating. However, an odd feeling lurked in the back of his mind.
Starfire fidgeted slightly in her seat. Her sister had left a while ago, and she was getting bored. She never felt lonely anymore. There was hardly anyone around, anymore. She could vaguely remember a time when she was almost never alone. But it was distant and blurry, the faces of two people she couldn't quiet remember. May it had been a dream. She didn't see many people other than her sister. It was how she always remembered it being.
Starfire looked up at the sound of talking noises outside. She couldn't understand what they were saying. Although she was seven, she had been isolated for as long as she could remember, so she had never learned to say much. She smiled brightly at the sound of her sister's voice. Starfire jumped out the open window of the vehicle she was in to greet her sister. Her greeting was lost as she set eyes on what her sister had. A big fuzzy purple thing! She beamed at her sister. "Cute!" She squealed, hopping up and down. "Mine?" Starfire asked, wanting to know if the thing was for her. As usual, she was ignored. Blackfire brushed past her roughly, flinging the fuzzy thing into a cage with the help of the short, fat other thing. Not understanding that this may be a bad thing, she remembered her greeting. She ran up to Blackfire and hugged what she could reach of her sister.
Blackfire felt something wrap around her waist. Thinking it might be one of the native creatures, she prepared a starbolt as she looked down. Her little sister gazed up at her, her face glowing with the purple light of her starbolt. "Cute." her little sister mumbled, closing her eyes happily. Had Starfire not closed her eyes, she would have seen Blackfire's look of disgust. Starfire's eyes opened and she pointes one sticky, although Blackfire didn't know with what, finger at the starbolt. "Cute," she repeated. Blackfire smirked slightly. She knew that Starfire meant pretty and that she wanted the starbolt. Faking kindness, Blackfire bent down to her sister's height, offering her her hand, which still glowed with the orb-shaped starbolt.
"For you, sister," Blackfire said to Starfire. Starfire beamed at her, reaching out to take the starbolt.
Payacha trashed in her cage. The red furred kit was going to hurt herself! Couldn't she see that? Payacha closed her eyes, not being able to stand watching, as the red furred kit touched the purple orb.
Starfire screamed as the energy knocked back into a tree. Blackfire smirked before going into the forest. Starfire whimpered in pain, hoping her sister would come back and help her. The hours dwindled by and there was no sign of Blackfire or the other creature. All there was was the caged fuzzy thing. Starfire leaned her head back against the tree and thought. Finally, seen by only the last rays of the sun, Starfire limped over to Payacha's cage. She stared into the creature's eyes, willing what she wanted to know to come. And it did. She was just as good as her sister, and she could do big things to. It wasn't fair, and she would make it fair. Filled with righteous rage, a starbolt formed in her hand.
Moga: Poor Star! What's she gonna do to make things better for herself?
He laughed as he ran, paws splashing through puddles, weaving in and out of tree, under and over fallen logs, and through bushes and thickets. With an "oomph" Pajou sprang up and brought the insect down, pinning it to the ground with one paw. After he had admired it for a moment, he lifted his paw up, letting the insect go.
The scene is a way too sandy one. The temperature is soaring and the desert sands stretch themselves out, consuming hapless creatures that become lost in the sea of sand. Amongst the dunes, a creature is on the move. Odd, only because it is mid-day, meaning the temperature is at it's highest.
The creature is quiet small, probably to fit into a burrow home. It's short fur is a tan-ish color, and full of sand. Two large green eyes are home to black pupils. In between its eyes, on its forehead, is a black symbol. Looking similar to an Ace of Spades, only the chunky lower part has three triangular shapes attached, one pointed down, another left, and the last right. It has a large leathery, black nose above its mouth. Two large, protruding teeth form at a point that extends past its chin, similar to a cartoon rabbit. Two shot front arms end in three fingered paws, each paw tipped with claws longer than the actual finger. Each foot is as long as its head, having three toes. Each toe ends in a claw, a bit long than the toe itself.
Spip raced up a sand dune, standing erect for a moment, his small ears perking up monetarily. He sniffed the air, before racing back down the dune. He jumped over a snake-like creature on the way. It flicked its tongue out at him, raising the spines on its back in warning. Spip continued on his way without another thought to the creature. Those snake- things were his major food source, anyway. He stopped on top of another dune, sniffing once more. The smell of a dieing creature was near. The closer Spip got, the more accurately he knew where his next meal was. He didn't recognize the creature, but it didn't matter. If he couldn't eat it, undoubtedly other possible meals would have been drawn to deaths smell.
He stopped momentarily to get a drink of water. While water was not readily available, small plants absorbed the clear substance, becoming puffy and swelled. To get a drink, one only had to bite into the plant's leaves. Spip continued on his way, intent on eating. However, an odd feeling lurked in the back of his mind.
Starfire fidgeted slightly in her seat. Her sister had left a while ago, and she was getting bored. She never felt lonely anymore. There was hardly anyone around, anymore. She could vaguely remember a time when she was almost never alone. But it was distant and blurry, the faces of two people she couldn't quiet remember. May it had been a dream. She didn't see many people other than her sister. It was how she always remembered it being.
Starfire looked up at the sound of talking noises outside. She couldn't understand what they were saying. Although she was seven, she had been isolated for as long as she could remember, so she had never learned to say much. She smiled brightly at the sound of her sister's voice. Starfire jumped out the open window of the vehicle she was in to greet her sister. Her greeting was lost as she set eyes on what her sister had. A big fuzzy purple thing! She beamed at her sister. "Cute!" She squealed, hopping up and down. "Mine?" Starfire asked, wanting to know if the thing was for her. As usual, she was ignored. Blackfire brushed past her roughly, flinging the fuzzy thing into a cage with the help of the short, fat other thing. Not understanding that this may be a bad thing, she remembered her greeting. She ran up to Blackfire and hugged what she could reach of her sister.
Blackfire felt something wrap around her waist. Thinking it might be one of the native creatures, she prepared a starbolt as she looked down. Her little sister gazed up at her, her face glowing with the purple light of her starbolt. "Cute." her little sister mumbled, closing her eyes happily. Had Starfire not closed her eyes, she would have seen Blackfire's look of disgust. Starfire's eyes opened and she pointes one sticky, although Blackfire didn't know with what, finger at the starbolt. "Cute," she repeated. Blackfire smirked slightly. She knew that Starfire meant pretty and that she wanted the starbolt. Faking kindness, Blackfire bent down to her sister's height, offering her her hand, which still glowed with the orb-shaped starbolt.
"For you, sister," Blackfire said to Starfire. Starfire beamed at her, reaching out to take the starbolt.
Payacha trashed in her cage. The red furred kit was going to hurt herself! Couldn't she see that? Payacha closed her eyes, not being able to stand watching, as the red furred kit touched the purple orb.
Starfire screamed as the energy knocked back into a tree. Blackfire smirked before going into the forest. Starfire whimpered in pain, hoping her sister would come back and help her. The hours dwindled by and there was no sign of Blackfire or the other creature. All there was was the caged fuzzy thing. Starfire leaned her head back against the tree and thought. Finally, seen by only the last rays of the sun, Starfire limped over to Payacha's cage. She stared into the creature's eyes, willing what she wanted to know to come. And it did. She was just as good as her sister, and she could do big things to. It wasn't fair, and she would make it fair. Filled with righteous rage, a starbolt formed in her hand.
Moga: Poor Star! What's she gonna do to make things better for herself?