10 November 2022, 10:19 PM
Location: Shattered Coast || NPCs: -- || Form: Lupus
He watched them for a long time, parked on his haunches and canting his head comically from side to side with every groaning, flatulent sound that they made, trying to make sense of what they were. With their fins tucked up against their plump bodies, they looked more like nuggets of smooth, well-formed poop than any sort of living thing that Elkin had ever seen before.
But they were definitely alive. Sitting there on the outskirts of the stony coastline, the dark wolfdog had been watching them carefully for a while and he had not only heard them make their odd noises but he had seen them move.
Without visible legs (unless those wide and stumpy things nearest their head were something to consider), it was a wonder to Elkin how they moved at all. He was reminded first of worms wriggling against dark soil and then, almost immediately, of the way caterpillars propelled their linear bodies forward in rolling increments. Licking his lips and scooting forwards a little, the young wolfdog wondered if that was exactly what these were: giant, over-stuffed caterpillars.
It was a strange world that they lived in, Elkin thought to himself as he rose abruptly and revved up his curled tail, its cadence swaying from one side to the other before gradually slowing and sinking with each cycle. If he thought that goats were strange then whatever enormous, blubbery masses of flesh that made up seals was something altogether otherworldly. Giant, sea-dwelling caterpillars or beached, rotund fish? It had to be one or the other, didn't it?
Elkin whined to himself and sat back down uncertainly, wondering if these weird things were worth hunting and wishing that Vannin as with him to help him decide.
He watched them for a long time, parked on his haunches and canting his head comically from side to side with every groaning, flatulent sound that they made, trying to make sense of what they were. With their fins tucked up against their plump bodies, they looked more like nuggets of smooth, well-formed poop than any sort of living thing that Elkin had ever seen before.
But they were definitely alive. Sitting there on the outskirts of the stony coastline, the dark wolfdog had been watching them carefully for a while and he had not only heard them make their odd noises but he had seen them move.
Without visible legs (unless those wide and stumpy things nearest their head were something to consider), it was a wonder to Elkin how they moved at all. He was reminded first of worms wriggling against dark soil and then, almost immediately, of the way caterpillars propelled their linear bodies forward in rolling increments. Licking his lips and scooting forwards a little, the young wolfdog wondered if that was exactly what these were: giant, over-stuffed caterpillars.
It was a strange world that they lived in, Elkin thought to himself as he rose abruptly and revved up his curled tail, its cadence swaying from one side to the other before gradually slowing and sinking with each cycle. If he thought that goats were strange then whatever enormous, blubbery masses of flesh that made up seals was something altogether otherworldly. Giant, sea-dwelling caterpillars or beached, rotund fish? It had to be one or the other, didn't it?
Elkin whined to himself and sat back down uncertainly, wondering if these weird things were worth hunting and wishing that Vannin as with him to help him decide.
[WC -- 294]
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