02-24-2020, 09:46 PM
He twitches his nose again for good measure, sniffling until the last threat of the looming sneezes finally ebbs away. And when the last of the tears dry with a final, exaggerated blink, he catches his sister’s stare, and follows it upward and above. His head twists awkwardly in time to make out the colorful tailfeathers disappearing higher into the canopy, before dropping back down to catch the strange, dreamy grin on Quiet’s face.
“Are you mad about being hungry?” the shifter asked while she cozied up to him. They were a tangled mess of black limbs and feathers beneath the tree, and for a moment it was peaceful until the grumble of his own belly tried to sing with crickets when Quiet drifted off. She had made a good point - being hungry was no fun.
He knew better. He absolutely knew that he should let her sleep - he knew she needed it. But I felt like HOURS had gone by and his stomach was just to noticeably empty now and well...he would blame her for making him aware of just how much he needed some food. “Quiet,” he said between clenched teeth, tugging at her mane and repeating her name on a loop until she awoke. “Why did you look at those birds like that earlier? Did you want eat one?” Not waiting for an answer, he phased into the figure of a fuzzy mountain lion cub while untangling himself from legs. “I’ll catch one for you!”
With a toothy grin, he hopped onto the trunk of the guardian willow. He had no clue if those birds were actually still up there, but he would absolutely find out because he was too far invested now. Despite his determination, the climb took more effort than anticipated for a scrawny foal, and he made he no further than just an hair past halfway before his hold slipped. By some grace he managed to find purchase again in the span of a second, but when he went to move, he was troubled to learn that he couldn’t wriggle his claws free of the bark. Struggling, he lets out a pathetic kittenish yowl of panic until exhaustion wears him down.
Tipping his head backwards with large, dilated eyes, he finds some humor at the sight of Quiet upside down. Her face is so dark he can’t be certain based on sight, but he’s pretty confident that she’s making some kind of face at him. He knew he probably deserved it, but he’d never ever admit it. “What should I do now?”
@[Quietude]
“Are you mad about being hungry?” the shifter asked while she cozied up to him. They were a tangled mess of black limbs and feathers beneath the tree, and for a moment it was peaceful until the grumble of his own belly tried to sing with crickets when Quiet drifted off. She had made a good point - being hungry was no fun.
He knew better. He absolutely knew that he should let her sleep - he knew she needed it. But I felt like HOURS had gone by and his stomach was just to noticeably empty now and well...he would blame her for making him aware of just how much he needed some food. “Quiet,” he said between clenched teeth, tugging at her mane and repeating her name on a loop until she awoke. “Why did you look at those birds like that earlier? Did you want eat one?” Not waiting for an answer, he phased into the figure of a fuzzy mountain lion cub while untangling himself from legs. “I’ll catch one for you!”
With a toothy grin, he hopped onto the trunk of the guardian willow. He had no clue if those birds were actually still up there, but he would absolutely find out because he was too far invested now. Despite his determination, the climb took more effort than anticipated for a scrawny foal, and he made he no further than just an hair past halfway before his hold slipped. By some grace he managed to find purchase again in the span of a second, but when he went to move, he was troubled to learn that he couldn’t wriggle his claws free of the bark. Struggling, he lets out a pathetic kittenish yowl of panic until exhaustion wears him down.
Tipping his head backwards with large, dilated eyes, he finds some humor at the sight of Quiet upside down. Her face is so dark he can’t be certain based on sight, but he’s pretty confident that she’s making some kind of face at him. He knew he probably deserved it, but he’d never ever admit it. “What should I do now?”
@[Quietude]