RE: [q-uarantine.]
04-23-2019, 06:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-23-2019, 06:49 AM by Kodai.)
When you awake the next morning, you're confronted with the sudden realization that you are in a small, dark place with only one of your littermates. But then you remember: You found Yours yesterday! Your life will never be the way it was ever again.
Comforted by this, you groom your whiskers and then sit up, experimentally nudging at the ceiling of your box. Unfortunately, you're not strong enough to shift it at all. Ah, well. You'll just have to wait for Yours to remove it.
In the meantime, you listen to what's going on in the world outside your box, trying to figure out what might be happening. The room itself seems to be quiet, but you can hear a great deal of commotion from farther away; a low, incessant rumble that suggests a large number of individuals doing a large number of activities.
You can't make heads or tails of it.
You do hear footsteps getting closer, however, and soon enough, your box is moved and the ceiling is gone. Yours! (And Theirs, but… Yours!) Eagerly, you jump up into their paws when they reach into the box for you, eliciting a giggle and some soft chatter.
Suddenly, they produce a block of food and hold it out to you. Ah! Breakfast!
Immediately you grab the block and gnaw into it, causing Yours to chatter some more. Theirs, too, has given your littermate a food block, and has even put a small dish of water in your box. Once you have devoured the block, Yours puts you down so you can drink, waiting for you to finish before lifting you up again and placing you on their shoulder.
Your body tingles with excitement. It feels like something big is about to happen…
With Theirs and your littermate in tow, Yours walks out of the room and then Outside, where you're abruptly bombarded with all the activity you faintly heard earlier.
Little Big Ones of many sizes are walking and running about, with all manner of Not Mallons either on their shoulders, in their paws, or following them by means of a thin string around their necks. Larger Little Big Ones – and actual Big Ones – stand behind strange cages that only seem to have one side, filled with objects both familiar and foreign.
The cacophony of sound and smell is almost too much to bear, but your curiosity keeps your head high.
Yours and Theirs set out with a purpose, ignoring all the distractions until they reach a cage decorated with toys of all kinds, shining temptingly in the light. A Little Big One watches the four of you, their hand on the head of a creamy-colored adult mallon. Looking about, you can see that there are several other Little Big Ones with mallons of various ages in this particular area.
What will you do?
Comforted by this, you groom your whiskers and then sit up, experimentally nudging at the ceiling of your box. Unfortunately, you're not strong enough to shift it at all. Ah, well. You'll just have to wait for Yours to remove it.
In the meantime, you listen to what's going on in the world outside your box, trying to figure out what might be happening. The room itself seems to be quiet, but you can hear a great deal of commotion from farther away; a low, incessant rumble that suggests a large number of individuals doing a large number of activities.
You can't make heads or tails of it.
You do hear footsteps getting closer, however, and soon enough, your box is moved and the ceiling is gone. Yours! (And Theirs, but… Yours!) Eagerly, you jump up into their paws when they reach into the box for you, eliciting a giggle and some soft chatter.
Suddenly, they produce a block of food and hold it out to you. Ah! Breakfast!
Immediately you grab the block and gnaw into it, causing Yours to chatter some more. Theirs, too, has given your littermate a food block, and has even put a small dish of water in your box. Once you have devoured the block, Yours puts you down so you can drink, waiting for you to finish before lifting you up again and placing you on their shoulder.
Your body tingles with excitement. It feels like something big is about to happen…
With Theirs and your littermate in tow, Yours walks out of the room and then Outside, where you're abruptly bombarded with all the activity you faintly heard earlier.
Little Big Ones of many sizes are walking and running about, with all manner of Not Mallons either on their shoulders, in their paws, or following them by means of a thin string around their necks. Larger Little Big Ones – and actual Big Ones – stand behind strange cages that only seem to have one side, filled with objects both familiar and foreign.
The cacophony of sound and smell is almost too much to bear, but your curiosity keeps your head high.
Yours and Theirs set out with a purpose, ignoring all the distractions until they reach a cage decorated with toys of all kinds, shining temptingly in the light. A Little Big One watches the four of you, their hand on the head of a creamy-colored adult mallon. Looking about, you can see that there are several other Little Big Ones with mallons of various ages in this particular area.
What will you do?