RE: [q-uarantine.]
04-02-2019, 05:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2019, 05:48 AM by Kodai.)
You and your littermate sniff each other in greeting. From their scent, it seems like Theirs had kept them in the large Not-Home for a while longer before coming here. Perhaps they hadn't found each other as quickly as you found Yours?
Before you can settle in and groom the sterile scent out of their fur, your littermate decides they have no interest in being inside the box and hops up onto its edge. Having no reason to remain alone inside the box yourself, you join them.
Before the two of you can get any farther, however, your combined weight causes the box to tip over onto its side, sending both of you sprawling onto the nest. Yours and Theirs laugh again, chittering to each other as they right the box and scoop the two of you up – deciding to keep you in their paws this time.
The Little Big Ones do shift their positions so that they face each other, however, holding you and your littermate close enough to allow you to interact. You begin grooming their head while you listen to Yours and Theirs communicate in their strange language, wondering what they could be discussing. Wouldn't it be a marvel if you could learn how to understand them…
As things are, though, you settle for trading perspectives with your littermate, gleaning what happened to each other today through scent and feeling.
You don't even realize how much time has passed until you and your littermate are lowered into the box again. The room has filled with a soft, gentle glow, and you can sense the presence of even more Little Big Ones. Unfortunately, before you can so much as poke your head above the edge of the box in order to look, darkness comes in from above, punctuated by only a few small spots of light.
You feel the box being lowered and then slid backwards, the spots of light growing even dimmer. Confused and concerned, you begin squeaking in alarm when suddenly you hear the soft voice of Yours.
The only thing you understand is your name. But that's enough to make you relax.
Yours is here. They'll make sure nothing bad happens to you, you're sure of it.
Yawning, you curl up with your littermate and drift off to sleep.
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What will tomorrow bring?
Before you can settle in and groom the sterile scent out of their fur, your littermate decides they have no interest in being inside the box and hops up onto its edge. Having no reason to remain alone inside the box yourself, you join them.
Fortuna rolls a 20-sided die. She rolls an 11.
You're feeling more [adventurous].
Before the two of you can get any farther, however, your combined weight causes the box to tip over onto its side, sending both of you sprawling onto the nest. Yours and Theirs laugh again, chittering to each other as they right the box and scoop the two of you up – deciding to keep you in their paws this time.
The Little Big Ones do shift their positions so that they face each other, however, holding you and your littermate close enough to allow you to interact. You begin grooming their head while you listen to Yours and Theirs communicate in their strange language, wondering what they could be discussing. Wouldn't it be a marvel if you could learn how to understand them…
As things are, though, you settle for trading perspectives with your littermate, gleaning what happened to each other today through scent and feeling.
You don't even realize how much time has passed until you and your littermate are lowered into the box again. The room has filled with a soft, gentle glow, and you can sense the presence of even more Little Big Ones. Unfortunately, before you can so much as poke your head above the edge of the box in order to look, darkness comes in from above, punctuated by only a few small spots of light.
You feel the box being lowered and then slid backwards, the spots of light growing even dimmer. Confused and concerned, you begin squeaking in alarm when suddenly you hear the soft voice of Yours.
The only thing you understand is your name. But that's enough to make you relax.
Yours is here. They'll make sure nothing bad happens to you, you're sure of it.
Yawning, you curl up with your littermate and drift off to sleep.
What will tomorrow bring?