shining star

Lore · 1 hour ago

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Lorcan woke with a start, stirring and stretching as his mossy eyes peered at the world through protective slits. The light outside the den was nearly blinding, staining little spots into his vision. A soft series of wordless protests escaped his tiny lips as he acclimated himself to the sudden shift from his dream.

It had been such a nice dream.

He’d been so small, much like he was now … but far more agile, and with powerful back legs and long, pointy ears. The sun had been just as bright as it was now, and Lore-In-Rabbit-Form had enjoyed a wonderful morning jaunt and a chew on a few very delicious blades of grass. Lore recalled the gentle warmth of the sun on his back, and the sweet flavor on his tongue …

And his tongue would roll over his lips.

Sadly, he was once more just a small, round baby in the den.

With a huff, Lore rolled to his paws, finally adjusted to the light as he made his way toward the mouth of the den. He was as quiet as he could feasibly be at this age, paws battling the loose gravel as it grit beneath him. Now, if he could just … get out …

… perhaps he could try a few of those red flowers.

He absently wondered if they would taste like they had in his dream.

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Greetings Stranger!

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