05-02-2010, 06:03 AM
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Table credit: Sace(Hemming)
-- Conor knew that his larger brother had suffered from claustrophobia when he was younger, but this fact was far from his mind now. He remembered a few scenes from the Phoenix Valley cabin where uncle Lysander had locked them up sometimes somewhere tight, but it did not occur to him that Emwe still had issues with places like this. Conor snorted silently in the dark, though he was slightly disappointed that there was no treasure here. Wouldn’t it have been wonderful if they had actually found something? Emwe deserved to get a reward every now and then for his ever positive attitude. Yes, the golden yearling would make a note of that and make sure that they one day would end up with a treasure hunt where there was an actual treasure to be found. The Soul boy’s smile widened in the dark as he imagined a happy Emwe face in his mind. While Conor did this Emwe was jumping out of his fur. A yelp sounded together with retreating steps, and the other boy whirled around to see a dark figure against the cave entrance’s light dash towards the opening. Conor’s ears flattened in the darkness. Could it be that Emwe had seen or heard anything real? Suddenly it was very uncomfortable to have his back to the darkness of the cave, and before he knew it he too was sprinting for the cave exit with adrenaline and a dash of fear coating his mind. They were both panting once outside, and when Conor recognized how easily he had followed in Emwe’s footprints he laughed out loud. ”Maybe this is the wrong cave,” the lavender eyed youth suggested as he grinned and poked his brother playfully with his muzzle. |