[ prp ] it rattles my lungs ( lurks beneath & lily )

[its me debz]

Lurks chased after a stray moth in all its shadowy glory. He scrabbled around a corner, head ducked low in a charge. "Get back to us!" he yelled gleefully, the rattling in his throat echoing like a bee's buzzing.

He was thin and bony and exposed bone, a plethora of scarves billowing behind him in dusty oranges. He was black shadow wings, glittering with red eyes, he was golden coins glittering along the edges of his clothes, clattering in the breeze.

He was Famine, and clearly so.

The bug soared close to the ground, skimming along the ground, and Lurks Beneath dove after it-- promptly getting stuck beneath the skirts of someone.

"Hello!" he said, muffled by his scarves bunching up, "I am chasing a new friend. Who are you?"

saliru

 

[Saliru]

Lily was walking along, enjoying a lovely day... or night? It was hard to tell sometimes. She admired the scenery, it was rare that she got away to explore and she was enjoying the opportunity until - shock. Horror.

She let forth a shriek that rattled down to the bone, not that it had to travel far given the intruder to her peace and solitude... and skirt.

She immediately reared back and stomped her feet to try and run the offender off. Even failing that, at least in doing so she dislodged herself and her skirt which she readily smoothed out to ensure her decency would be preserved.

"What in the world do you think you're doing?!"

astrazilla

 

[its me debz]

As she shrieked, Lurks shrieked, and then he did again when she stomped on his skeleton bone fingers.

"Ouch!" He remained on the ground, waving with both hands as the shadowy bugs he'd been chasing circled back, floating around his head like a fragmented halo of moths.

"Playing tag with the friends," he replied, innocent and urgently honest. "I am not very very good at keeping up! What are you doing, with the yelling and the stepping on?"

Saliru

 

[Saliru]

"I am protecting myself from your so-called game," Lily huffed irritably as she quickly backed up quite a bit of distance from him. She had gotten a good look and her feelings were a resounding 'nope'. Her words and tone suggested someone proud and unafraid. but her actions, clearly of avoidance, possibly fear.

She was still trying to fix her skirt. Unclean, unclean. "I was walking, innocently minding my own business until you violated my sanctity."

astrazilla