03-16-2017, 10:03 PM
"Watch your step!" Rebecca heard the sparkly Doggy Lady say, but it was very dark and spooky so she couldn't see her all that well, only the stars of her dress and in her hair spiraling prettily into view every once in a while. The sounds their feet made were wide and skipped like stones across the walls; she tried to count them but soon lost track, the noise seeming to expand into a hundred thousand billion other noises, plinking and plonking everywhere and making her head all muddled. That was just fine, though, because White Doggy was close by and Rebecca could just hold tight onto the puppy's fur and be okay!
Before she knew it, they were in a big room with lively wall paintings and shiny fairy lights, some of the colors seeming so soft that they bloomed into teeny-tiny flowers, sunny cherubs and pitter-patters of shimmery light speckling all over them like rain. The Little Sister skipped forward, loosening her grip on the doggy's white fur and ignoring the dizzy trickles of greenish-sizzles pricking at her fingertips like a handful of thistles. Rebecca looked around, her yellows eyes shining bright and her lips parted with glee.
Out leapt a gentleman in a milky white ice-cream coat, his fully-lined, cotton oxford coattails flouncing outward like the curly flight feathers of a swan— he had many funny arms sprouting out from his back, too, each one doing silly things like juggling colorful balls or ironing skirts in midair. The fabric of his coattails curled into ribbony swirls as the jester pranced towards her, as if he expected to sweep her up into a dance right then. For a moment the Little Sister hesitated, her chubby little baby fat fingers reaching out for the arm extended to her, and that was all the time Doggy Lady needed to sweep in and steal her dance!
Rebecca laughed and clapped her hands, utterly enchanted by the lights and fancy footwork. What a show! Doggy Lady's dress spun and made curvy little whooshes in the air, her face split into a sunny grin as she wrestled the funny man into a quick two-step followed by a hopping, bopping jive, the soles of her red shoes flung far and wide.
(Jade tackled the tentacled creature with a snarl, all canine aggression and flashing teeth as they hit the ground and the cave wall sprayed her face with grit. Pale sticky flesh slicked up against her gums, tasting of mucus and saliva, sweat and steamy sour milk, all of it consuming her senses, stuffing up her nose and throat and making her choke down the cresting urge to vomit. Yet she dug her fingers into that twisting, writhing lump of sinew and skin, hooking them into a pale imitation of claws as her brain fell into the sickening pattern of rip and tear rip and tear rip and tear—)
The two almost careened into a wall, feet and whirling legs gamboling everywhere and their vibrant laughter echoing off from the walls. Doggy Lady was really cutting a rug, too, opal-like flourishes of color spiking up in her dress with each hair-flinging turn, the smile lighting up her green eyes and cheeks clearly saying that the near-miss with the cavern wall was just a bit of play and that she was happy as a lark, springing up onto her toes to begin the game again.
Just as Rebecca moved to join in, though, White Doggy grabbed the back of her dress in his slobbery teeth and pulled her back. A little startled, the Little Sister bopped his nose with her elbow totally on accident, then blinked mildly up at him. Maybe the puppy wanted to dance, too! But, it might have been sort of tough with four legs... she looked at the White Doggy, grabbing onto his front paws with her own hands, huffing as he shifted and shuffled his feet out from her grip.
"Whuff," Becquerel said.
But, Rebecca insisted. She set about flicking and crossing his paws as if it actually didn't take two to tango, humming quietly under her breath. "Come on, Doggy! The music is so pretty. Dance with me!"
"Whuff," Becquerel said again, only this time with the air of a put-upon parent.
"You're no good at this game," said Rebecca, pouting.
"Little girl," someone else said, interrupting this exchange. Rebecca turned, looking into the earnest face of a lady with warm brown eyes. She had faintly pointy ears, her dark hair tucked neatly behind them. "Rebecca. Come here, it isn't safe to be so close. Swiftly, now."
A baddie! Rebecca immediately cringed away, tucking herself into White Doggy's side and wrapping her arms around him 'til her fingers were cinched tight on the other side. "No! No! No! Get away!"
The baddie's face did something weird, kind of a crumply-wrinkled-swallowed something nasty thing. Rebecca didn't care. The baddie could make as many faces as she wanted, she wasn't going anywhere without Doggy Lady or White Doggy!
Still, White Doggy didn't really give her a choice in the matter. Standing up regardless of the way Rebecca was hanging off from his side like even the basest of young primates, he shuffled forward so that he was standing between a few of the other people they'd been exploring with, sniffing a little before sitting back on his haunches.
Rebecca extracted herself from his side with great care, but kept one palm dug tightly into his tufted, snowy-white fur. Then, craning her neck to see if the dance was still going on, she saw that Doggy Lady wasn't dancing anymore. Everything smelled like angels.
(It was over in just under two minutes.
Warm lifeblood spilled down Jade's face, the vitriol tang of ozone sizzling on her tongue, prickling at the fine hairs on her skin. She staggered away from the lifeless corpse, smoothing the tattered folds of her clothes with an unfocused, blank look on her face, eyes glazing over the mess of meat and acid splattered across the walls. It hadn't been an easy fight. Everything hurt.
"Wow! You are such a great dancer!" was the first thing the Little Sister said to the dog-girl when she rejoined the others, the roundness of her cheeks and the cheerful lilt of her voice doing nothing at all to hide the utter wrongness of that statement.
Jade looked at her. Smiled, a little. "Thanks.")
Before she knew it, they were in a big room with lively wall paintings and shiny fairy lights, some of the colors seeming so soft that they bloomed into teeny-tiny flowers, sunny cherubs and pitter-patters of shimmery light speckling all over them like rain. The Little Sister skipped forward, loosening her grip on the doggy's white fur and ignoring the dizzy trickles of greenish-sizzles pricking at her fingertips like a handful of thistles. Rebecca looked around, her yellows eyes shining bright and her lips parted with glee.
Out leapt a gentleman in a milky white ice-cream coat, his fully-lined, cotton oxford coattails flouncing outward like the curly flight feathers of a swan— he had many funny arms sprouting out from his back, too, each one doing silly things like juggling colorful balls or ironing skirts in midair. The fabric of his coattails curled into ribbony swirls as the jester pranced towards her, as if he expected to sweep her up into a dance right then. For a moment the Little Sister hesitated, her chubby little baby fat fingers reaching out for the arm extended to her, and that was all the time Doggy Lady needed to sweep in and steal her dance!
Rebecca laughed and clapped her hands, utterly enchanted by the lights and fancy footwork. What a show! Doggy Lady's dress spun and made curvy little whooshes in the air, her face split into a sunny grin as she wrestled the funny man into a quick two-step followed by a hopping, bopping jive, the soles of her red shoes flung far and wide.
(Jade tackled the tentacled creature with a snarl, all canine aggression and flashing teeth as they hit the ground and the cave wall sprayed her face with grit. Pale sticky flesh slicked up against her gums, tasting of mucus and saliva, sweat and steamy sour milk, all of it consuming her senses, stuffing up her nose and throat and making her choke down the cresting urge to vomit. Yet she dug her fingers into that twisting, writhing lump of sinew and skin, hooking them into a pale imitation of claws as her brain fell into the sickening pattern of rip and tear rip and tear rip and tear—)
The two almost careened into a wall, feet and whirling legs gamboling everywhere and their vibrant laughter echoing off from the walls. Doggy Lady was really cutting a rug, too, opal-like flourishes of color spiking up in her dress with each hair-flinging turn, the smile lighting up her green eyes and cheeks clearly saying that the near-miss with the cavern wall was just a bit of play and that she was happy as a lark, springing up onto her toes to begin the game again.
Just as Rebecca moved to join in, though, White Doggy grabbed the back of her dress in his slobbery teeth and pulled her back. A little startled, the Little Sister bopped his nose with her elbow totally on accident, then blinked mildly up at him. Maybe the puppy wanted to dance, too! But, it might have been sort of tough with four legs... she looked at the White Doggy, grabbing onto his front paws with her own hands, huffing as he shifted and shuffled his feet out from her grip.
"Whuff," Becquerel said.
But, Rebecca insisted. She set about flicking and crossing his paws as if it actually didn't take two to tango, humming quietly under her breath. "Come on, Doggy! The music is so pretty. Dance with me!"
"Whuff," Becquerel said again, only this time with the air of a put-upon parent.
"You're no good at this game," said Rebecca, pouting.
"Little girl," someone else said, interrupting this exchange. Rebecca turned, looking into the earnest face of a lady with warm brown eyes. She had faintly pointy ears, her dark hair tucked neatly behind them. "Rebecca. Come here, it isn't safe to be so close. Swiftly, now."
A baddie! Rebecca immediately cringed away, tucking herself into White Doggy's side and wrapping her arms around him 'til her fingers were cinched tight on the other side. "No! No! No! Get away!"
The baddie's face did something weird, kind of a crumply-wrinkled-swallowed something nasty thing. Rebecca didn't care. The baddie could make as many faces as she wanted, she wasn't going anywhere without Doggy Lady or White Doggy!
Still, White Doggy didn't really give her a choice in the matter. Standing up regardless of the way Rebecca was hanging off from his side like even the basest of young primates, he shuffled forward so that he was standing between a few of the other people they'd been exploring with, sniffing a little before sitting back on his haunches.
Rebecca extracted herself from his side with great care, but kept one palm dug tightly into his tufted, snowy-white fur. Then, craning her neck to see if the dance was still going on, she saw that Doggy Lady wasn't dancing anymore. Everything smelled like angels.
(It was over in just under two minutes.
Warm lifeblood spilled down Jade's face, the vitriol tang of ozone sizzling on her tongue, prickling at the fine hairs on her skin. She staggered away from the lifeless corpse, smoothing the tattered folds of her clothes with an unfocused, blank look on her face, eyes glazing over the mess of meat and acid splattered across the walls. It hadn't been an easy fight. Everything hurt.
"Wow! You are such a great dancer!" was the first thing the Little Sister said to the dog-girl when she rejoined the others, the roundness of her cheeks and the cheerful lilt of her voice doing nothing at all to hide the utter wrongness of that statement.
Jade looked at her. Smiled, a little. "Thanks.")
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