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She bounced back and forth from paw to paw, unable to keep still; with her slouching posture, and leaned in toward the apprentice as she danced around him, her long cheek fur nearly brushing the top of his head. She sprang away from him, the bell on her collar clinking loudly, and seized a stick off the ground. Then she resumed her performance, skipping around him and tapping Vantapaw on the top of the head with the branch, humming all the while.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 3, 2021 0:01:02 GMT -5
Not only was Vantapaw dragged here against his will, but suddenly his uncle had started talking about a romance festival and whatnot and now he was on a date. Watching a girl he didn't even know, performing... something? He didn't know what. It was equal parts fascinating and horrifying. Like a car wreck, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. "So, do you do this kind of thing... often?"
Yet she continued to dance, her movements fluid and well-practiced as if she had tapped into some ancient, ancestral ritual.
Then her gaze snapped back to him, her head tilting to the side as her body slammed to a halt. "The dark one, the dark one, he wants to be king," and she laughed at his folly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 14, 2021 14:00:40 GMT -5
He really didn't believe that. It was too practiced, too perfect. The stark contrast in everything she did somehow blending into something equal parts beautiful and horrifying. And Vantapaw was almost ready to write it off. To just zone out for the remainder of their date. When...
The dark one, the dark one, he wants to be king
Vantapaw's head snapped up to her, eyes narrowed as he drummed his claws on the ground. How did she know? It'd been his dream for so long to succeed his father, but he'd done a good job of hiding it since joining Sunclan. Least he thought. "And what makes that laughable?" He made sure his voice was disconnected, but maybe too much so to where he sounded uninterested.
Wisefool did not answer at first, humming as she continued her dance. It was just rambling, just luck that she had managed to guess his secret, and she was not even aware of it, she was too simple-minded to realize anything ... perhaps ... but there was a keen amusement in the flash of her gaze when she looked back at him. A perfect lucidity.
And then she sighed, and simply replied, "and the little bird born of the bloody lions will rule."
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 22, 2021 21:51:22 GMT -5
Maybe it was lunacy. His gaze was critical until she spoke again, and he was swung right back into confusion. Birds born from lions? The bloody part made him think of the current leader, but whether there was even a real world connection in her song was a guess. In a way, the strange story drew him in more. Vantapaw nodded, pretending he understood as he wondered just where she would go next.
Hmm. Strange that he was nodding; did he understand her, or was he simply playing along now? Her eyes flicked and something hidden whirled behind her mask, but she said nothing as she resumed her dance, another smooth arc as she let the words flow from her. A quip here and there, all nonsensical references to sickly rats and burning crows, and finally the dance came to its conclusion.
Wisefool finished with a bow... then flopped down onto her side and started to groom her fur. After a minute, she peered up at him with amusement. "Well? Aren't you going to compliment me?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 9, 2021 17:14:51 GMT -5
I read bloody lions and was like... wait xD
That familiar feeling of not knowing what the heck was going on came back, and soon he was focusing more on her smooth movements than her words. Trying to make sense of it was only confusing him more, but he kept a mental note on some of them. If it was a coincidence, it felt too strong for him. As Wisefool finished, Vantapaw clapped his paws together lightly in applause, but didn't really know what to say after. Letting the silence stretch until she said something, he looked away from her as he thought.
"It was... very interesting. Unlike anything I've ever seen before. The dancing was very mesmerizing, like a lot of practice paid off." He finally said, deciding it was best to not bring up the whole story bit just yet.
berry . . . the bloody lions are NOT from game of thrones, they're from classic
"I've never done that dance before. It was new for you." Wisefool studied her paws, flexing each digit and studying them from front to back. She placed one in her mouth and nibbled on the edge to free some mud trapped beneath. The dance had been tricky and left her coat and paws in disarray, but she had been asked to perform, and she would never deny the chance.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 13, 2021 18:35:12 GMT -5
wait what? who were they? xDD i don't remember them at all
"That makes it all the more impressive, I think." Vantapaw complimented, but he didn't move to help her clean up. He was too used to being smothered to even consider cleaning others. Instead he rested his head on his paws. "What about the story then? Did you make it up on the fly too?"
