03-28-2020, 04:13 AM
Whether or not she willingly chose to take part in them, Sweeney oft became involved in undistinguished games of follow the leader, and always did she assume the role of leader. This is mostly due to the fact that, out of all of Noor's sisters, Sweeney came off as the least boring. Mercede was prissy and prudish, and couldn't think for herself; when Noor displayed her knowledge of swear words and slurs, Mercede threw a temper tantrum for the reason of it being unladylike. As for Juno, that girl was strange.
But Sweeney didn't act prissy and prudish nor was she strange. No, Noor's favourite littermate understood how to be fun. She possessed valuable knowledge pertaining to many methods of mischief. If trouble could be found, then she would find it. And for that, the oldest of the Fallout-Callahan siblings was the most tantalizing one in Noor's citrine eyes.
This game of follow the leader persisted for longer than usual. Way, way longer. The leader hadn't disclosed her destination to anyone (or not to Noor, at least), leaving the follower no understanding of where she was heading. Yet, the cross fox did not feel perturbed by the mystery of it; all she cared about was that her slightly older sister hauled a wagon of water balloons as she walked. What she'd accomplish with said balloons existed as a riddle, though Noor knew it'd garner fantastic results.
Somewhere down the line, the trailing vulpine lost view of her unknowing guide. The changing vegetation and wildlife had diverted her attention away from her initial intentions, for this had been the furthest away from home Noor had ever found herself. When she felt that enough time had been spent gawking at plants, her mind went to revert to its original target. The only problem was that her original target was gone, only leaving wheel tracks in her wake.
Eventually, the impish little fox caught up with her kin, only to see that she was being confronted by a pack of mean swamp people - the same ones who threatened Ky-doofus. There were a lot of hungry-looking folk, too. Were they going to eat Sweeney?!
"Fuck off, fuckers!" a pipsqueak tone roared, announcing Noor's unimpressive presence. Miniature legs carried the child towards the assemblage of evil people in what was supposed to be a sprint. She comes to a skidding halt beside Sweeney, her visage breaking out into a pathetic snarl towards the lion and snow leopard. "You guys think you can do anything you want, but you can't! You're all losers! Stupid shits!"
Amber hues then fixate on the brightly coloured panther. Pink? Blue? What was this one on? "Bitch, you got problems," she rudely remarks, before complimenting her insult with a vulgar snort.
But Sweeney didn't act prissy and prudish nor was she strange. No, Noor's favourite littermate understood how to be fun. She possessed valuable knowledge pertaining to many methods of mischief. If trouble could be found, then she would find it. And for that, the oldest of the Fallout-Callahan siblings was the most tantalizing one in Noor's citrine eyes.
This game of follow the leader persisted for longer than usual. Way, way longer. The leader hadn't disclosed her destination to anyone (or not to Noor, at least), leaving the follower no understanding of where she was heading. Yet, the cross fox did not feel perturbed by the mystery of it; all she cared about was that her slightly older sister hauled a wagon of water balloons as she walked. What she'd accomplish with said balloons existed as a riddle, though Noor knew it'd garner fantastic results.
Somewhere down the line, the trailing vulpine lost view of her unknowing guide. The changing vegetation and wildlife had diverted her attention away from her initial intentions, for this had been the furthest away from home Noor had ever found herself. When she felt that enough time had been spent gawking at plants, her mind went to revert to its original target. The only problem was that her original target was gone, only leaving wheel tracks in her wake.
Eventually, the impish little fox caught up with her kin, only to see that she was being confronted by a pack of mean swamp people - the same ones who threatened Ky-doofus. There were a lot of hungry-looking folk, too. Were they going to eat Sweeney?!
"Fuck off, fuckers!" a pipsqueak tone roared, announcing Noor's unimpressive presence. Miniature legs carried the child towards the assemblage of evil people in what was supposed to be a sprint. She comes to a skidding halt beside Sweeney, her visage breaking out into a pathetic snarl towards the lion and snow leopard. "You guys think you can do anything you want, but you can't! You're all losers! Stupid shits!"
Amber hues then fixate on the brightly coloured panther. Pink? Blue? What was this one on? "Bitch, you got problems," she rudely remarks, before complimenting her insult with a vulgar snort.