12-14-2019, 10:13 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Lemy heard the call before he spotted the puffs of air. The tom paused, blue eyes searching for the source of the voice. He recognized the owner of it, the young pup that had asked for assistance in learning herbs. He listened as he waited for a response from whoever she was pleading to slow down.
Nothing.
The stillness was unnerving. Lemy found that his body had begun to trek after the sounds of footsteps without his input. He wasn't quite sure what compelled him to chase after the child but the entire situation felt off. Frankly, if it weren't for the weird quietness that had settled in the area, he would have just left. Under normal circumstances, he would have labeled it none of his business.
Finally, he caught up to Honey, opening his mouth to say something when his words died in his throat. Lemy stared at the white puffs of air, odd smile decorating his features. Breaths.
Lemy recalled a distant memory, of how he would hold competitions with his father to see who could puff out the biggest breath in the cold air. His father would always win and tease Lemy for being so small. 'Wait until you're bigger,' he would say. And Lemy, young, incompetent and naive as he was, would try to practice outside of their little cottage until he caught a cold.
Those recollections were useless, only aiding him in recognizing the puffs of air. But, if they were breaths, where was the body? Lemy couldn't smell or hear anyone; so they couldn't have been invisible. They left no markings in the snow. He jolted out of his thoughts when he noticed the movement of the wisps, moving in an almost beckoning motion.
This time, Lemy's face twisted in an ugly scowl, so different from the silly grins he usually gave others. Whatever it was, there was no way it was benevolent. The alien feeling his chest disappeared, replaced by an emotion he knew well. Lemy started after the puffs of air and then halted when he realized the pup could see him. He replaced the scowl with a polite smile and tilted his head at her. "Hey, stay close, okay? We don't know if this thing's dangerous," he said with a sigh, lifeless blue eyes trailing after the white wisps.
With that said, he pivoted on his paws and began chasing after it, not caring of where it led him to. It was...waiting. Lemy fought to keep another sour expression off his face as he quickened his pace.
Nothing.
The stillness was unnerving. Lemy found that his body had begun to trek after the sounds of footsteps without his input. He wasn't quite sure what compelled him to chase after the child but the entire situation felt off. Frankly, if it weren't for the weird quietness that had settled in the area, he would have just left. Under normal circumstances, he would have labeled it none of his business.
Finally, he caught up to Honey, opening his mouth to say something when his words died in his throat. Lemy stared at the white puffs of air, odd smile decorating his features. Breaths.
Lemy recalled a distant memory, of how he would hold competitions with his father to see who could puff out the biggest breath in the cold air. His father would always win and tease Lemy for being so small. 'Wait until you're bigger,' he would say. And Lemy, young, incompetent and naive as he was, would try to practice outside of their little cottage until he caught a cold.
Those recollections were useless, only aiding him in recognizing the puffs of air. But, if they were breaths, where was the body? Lemy couldn't smell or hear anyone; so they couldn't have been invisible. They left no markings in the snow. He jolted out of his thoughts when he noticed the movement of the wisps, moving in an almost beckoning motion.
This time, Lemy's face twisted in an ugly scowl, so different from the silly grins he usually gave others. Whatever it was, there was no way it was benevolent. The alien feeling his chest disappeared, replaced by an emotion he knew well. Lemy started after the puffs of air and then halted when he realized the pup could see him. He replaced the scowl with a polite smile and tilted his head at her. "Hey, stay close, okay? We don't know if this thing's dangerous," he said with a sigh, lifeless blue eyes trailing after the white wisps.
With that said, he pivoted on his paws and began chasing after it, not caring of where it led him to. It was...waiting. Lemy fought to keep another sour expression off his face as he quickened his pace.