The Road Not Wanted

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[A massive, primitive-looking creature appears on the Plane, vaguely resembling a snow leopard, but bigger. Stockier. With longer, shaggy fur. It's paws are huge; its teeth long enough that a half-inch of fang protrudes down from its upper lip. Its tail is a long gray plume.

A glint of metal peaks from the nest of hair on the crown of its head. A spark plug, embedded in its skull. Cy shakes herself, the smell of snow and thick musk rolling off of her. When she speaks, her voice is deep and rich and wild.]

I fell in. Fell in? The pool should be covered, the Road should be blocked. How could I just fall in?

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

Well, I can't say I know what it is you speak of, but it sounds distressing. Is there no way to reverse it?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Dunno. S' always just gone away before.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Continues the pets around the ear and face, reaching down a bit further so he's scratching at her neck, too.] I see.

I'd imagine it's harder to find shoulders to nap on now, hm?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Mrrt.] All too small. It's a sad world, Captain Underpants.

[lamb_of_gold]

[keeps rubbing under her chin] Captain Underpants, hm?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Never fold the cloth-of-gold.... [Purrrrr.] Could call you Starman, Rocket Man instead.

[lamb_of_gold]

I suppose I don't. [Smiles though, and sits so he's more level with her head] Oh I've no preference. Call me whatever you think fits best.