10-08-2018, 01:51 PM
Sleep was hard to come by for Moonshadow lately, he hid away the fact that everything's left him on edge, but it was the exact reason for his troubles then. He'd only wanted to lay down for a nap, but a far off voice caught by his heightened senses jolted him. Ears sharp, he raised his head quickly, listening very carefully to hear it again. He could've sworn it had been his sister. It must've been someone else or even worse, a misheard word due to his lack of sleep. He huffed and dropped his head, flicking his tail over his nose.
Still, that left him even less at ease than before. He shifted in the spot on his treehouse floor, growling lowly to himself and the thoughts that ran through his head. A moment or so later, he pushed himself up and began to very slowly pace, hoping to walk himself to sleep. Because he still trained his ears to listen for anything further off than what was normal, he picked up a lot on the tiny creatures of the forests.
He jolted again, stopping his pacing when he heard yelping. He attempted to narrow his senses to its origin, but it didn't matter when a moment later, his sister's clear call for help cut through. Without much thought, acting fast, he spun and burst through the door of his treehouse. He could not be bothered with a normal exit today. Running along one of the many bridges, he made a running leap for the tree wall. His paws caught easily and he scaled the rest of the way with ease, carefully but quickly maneuvering through the branches and leaves at the top before making his way down on the other side, outside of camp now.
As fast as he could, he ran toward the call for help, leaping from tree root to tree root. Drawing nearer, his eyes quickly scanned the scene as he tried to assess the damage and the forces. There were spirits in too much of a large number for him to count quickly, and his sister pinned against a tree was the center of their malicious attention. One of his many knives appeared in the air and he grabbed the handle quickly, snarling loudly.
He attempted to barrel through the ghostly crowd without a word, intending on getting to his little sister as quickly as possible. Whether they were doing any real damage wasn't something he knew yet, but the pain felt was still all the same and he would put a stop to them. Unsure, he also tried to swing his blade toward a spirit, not exactly thinking about whether or not that affected them.
Still, that left him even less at ease than before. He shifted in the spot on his treehouse floor, growling lowly to himself and the thoughts that ran through his head. A moment or so later, he pushed himself up and began to very slowly pace, hoping to walk himself to sleep. Because he still trained his ears to listen for anything further off than what was normal, he picked up a lot on the tiny creatures of the forests.
He jolted again, stopping his pacing when he heard yelping. He attempted to narrow his senses to its origin, but it didn't matter when a moment later, his sister's clear call for help cut through. Without much thought, acting fast, he spun and burst through the door of his treehouse. He could not be bothered with a normal exit today. Running along one of the many bridges, he made a running leap for the tree wall. His paws caught easily and he scaled the rest of the way with ease, carefully but quickly maneuvering through the branches and leaves at the top before making his way down on the other side, outside of camp now.
As fast as he could, he ran toward the call for help, leaping from tree root to tree root. Drawing nearer, his eyes quickly scanned the scene as he tried to assess the damage and the forces. There were spirits in too much of a large number for him to count quickly, and his sister pinned against a tree was the center of their malicious attention. One of his many knives appeared in the air and he grabbed the handle quickly, snarling loudly.
He attempted to barrel through the ghostly crowd without a word, intending on getting to his little sister as quickly as possible. Whether they were doing any real damage wasn't something he knew yet, but the pain felt was still all the same and he would put a stop to them. Unsure, he also tried to swing his blade toward a spirit, not exactly thinking about whether or not that affected them.
i just be here and there