random { always accepting ! }: @neverending-hunt approached her - "Hello, little dream-fawn. You are so swift, quick on your hooves. Wolf has been dying to race you." And indeed, the black Wolf is circling, more frothy fog than proper wolf in his sheer excitement. He roars, "Chase, chase, chase the fawn! I have your scent! Flowers, flowers, and the sugar in dreams!" Lamb laughs, a snowy sound, and adds, "Worry not, you will not be taken. Not here, not yet. We only want our fun."
;-- ❀ There have been tales of the duo, whispers that would echo throughout her G A R D E N of Lamb and Wolf that would come across every being before they would leave for the other side. She hadn’t encountered them in her short life, but now here she stood in their presence and feeling rather scared for the reason as to why they have appeared before her.
Had her time come?
The fawn stood her ground though barely as her legs trembled beneath her, hands tightly gripping her staff. Doe eyes examined the two and listened attentively despite her heart pounding in her ears.
‘ f-fun? ’
The ancient creature known as Kindred simply wanted . . . fun?
Well, she wasn’t entirely sure whether or not she would be able to provide such entertainment. She honestly hated being chased down . . .
. . . Especially by such an aggressive Wolf.
‘ u-umm please don’t be too hard on me if i lose. i don’t like tae run for too long. ’