500+ Attila was laughing at her. This had only caused her to devote herself further into her clumsy little dance. His meaner sides disappeared completely when he laughed so openly. The Aston girl only giggled back, although she did not fully understand why he was laughing as hard as he did, tears even appearing on his cheeks. For a moment the girl felt worry enter her system. She automatically associated tears with sorrow, and so for a second or two she truthfully believed Attila was crying because he was sad. It did not make sense because he was laughing at the same time, so she settled on the belief that he was just having very fun. Did he like Noir’s dance? She knew she did, it was fun to dance around and try to make her clumsy moves fit to her unstable singing. Noir waited patiently for her sibling to get done with his intense laugher, all the time with an expression of bliss on her face. She loved to make other people happy, and Attila seemed very happy now. Noir had done something good! Her furry little tail beat its own beat against the cool floor of the den when her brother said alright and moved to drag the larger things into the family home again. She wondered why he was so much stronger than her. The child cocked her head to look down at her invisible biceps. It was very odd, maybe her mother had forgotten to ask for muscles when the big bird had arrived with her in a basket.
She got up from her bum and lowered her whole frame closer to the floor, with her but and tail poking up in the air like a flag. Attila had noticed that she had not followed him instantly, so he made that weird throat sound so that she would come out! A sly smirk splattered across her face. She slowly stalked towards the den entrance, where her pale cream brother was tugging on the large furs. The girl had to work very hard to suppress the giggles from escaping her mouth. Hunters had to be very quiet, or else they would be discovered. Her bum swayed from side to side as she stopped a foot behind him. She then made an clumsy pounce after Attila’s fluffy tail, trying to grab hold of it with her tiny tan paws (and she was unsuccessful of course). She gave up on the tail and tried to make her way under the larger child’s belly, unable to keep silent anymore. Some strange mix of laughter and a scream escaped from her dark maw as she darted around her littermate. Noir’s sick amount of energy was astonishing in itself. Seeing she was the morning bird in the Aston family, it was odd how her energy still could be at such a high level at this time of the day considering she very rarely took naps. She was only a child, possessed by the battery that would decrease the older she became. |
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