10-04-2018, 05:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-04-2018, 05:27 PM by GORDON CIPHER..)
The seasons were changing and Gordon knew that the fall months were usually a time where people liked to scare others. And unfortunately for her, she was quite easily scared and was afraid of venturing too far outside of her house, let alone outside of camp. Gordon felt at home in her, well, home and was safe there but at the same time, she longed to see the fall leaves and pounce on them, hearing them crunch beneath her paws. Fall was a beautiful time, with the leaves falling off of trees. While Sunhaven lived near a beach, the air was still slightly cooler than what it was in the summer, which lured Gordon out of her house.
The little munchkin mix was out and about in the main camp, her eyes wide as she listened to the leaves rustle in the wind as it blew and occasionally leaped at the leaves as they fell. But after a few heartbeats, the wind grew harsher, nearly knocking Gordon off her paws. The Goldenblood felt a chill go down her spine and she puffed her fur out, her shining eyes quickly changing to one of fear as she saw faint figures flicker about the camp, phasing in and out of existence.
The auras these ghosts held were unnatural, some of them having auras of orange, brown, red - almost like the colors of the leaves she chased. Others had a blue tint to their auras, some others with yellow. But there was just so many. Gordon closed her eyes, collapsing onto the ground as she covered her head with her paws. "Go away!" She cried out, her voice muffled from where she was hiding her face from the spirits that wandered around her. None of them appeared to hold evil intent, though there were a few that tried to spook a few NPCs. Gordon trembled where she laid on the ground, her tail wrapped around her body as much as it could.
She couldn't look up. The headache the colors caused was absolutely painful and she didn't want to see them anymore Hell, she didn't want to see the spirits period, but the auras are what sent her into a sensory overload. Everything was so confusing, the colors gave her a headache, and she almost felt sick. The only thing she could think of was hiding her face and hoping they disappeared. But with the way the wind was still blowing about camp and held an unnatural chill to it, Gordon had a feeling they were still lurking around.
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The little munchkin mix was out and about in the main camp, her eyes wide as she listened to the leaves rustle in the wind as it blew and occasionally leaped at the leaves as they fell. But after a few heartbeats, the wind grew harsher, nearly knocking Gordon off her paws. The Goldenblood felt a chill go down her spine and she puffed her fur out, her shining eyes quickly changing to one of fear as she saw faint figures flicker about the camp, phasing in and out of existence.
The auras these ghosts held were unnatural, some of them having auras of orange, brown, red - almost like the colors of the leaves she chased. Others had a blue tint to their auras, some others with yellow. But there was just so many. Gordon closed her eyes, collapsing onto the ground as she covered her head with her paws. "Go away!" She cried out, her voice muffled from where she was hiding her face from the spirits that wandered around her. None of them appeared to hold evil intent, though there were a few that tried to spook a few NPCs. Gordon trembled where she laid on the ground, her tail wrapped around her body as much as it could.
She couldn't look up. The headache the colors caused was absolutely painful and she didn't want to see them anymore Hell, she didn't want to see the spirits period, but the auras are what sent her into a sensory overload. Everything was so confusing, the colors gave her a headache, and she almost felt sick. The only thing she could think of was hiding her face and hoping they disappeared. But with the way the wind was still blowing about camp and held an unnatural chill to it, Gordon had a feeling they were still lurking around.
//Word Count: 429
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