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Thread Title: Shrek: 「 I’m a Believer 」 

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The mysterious trees of pink flowers and unnatural weather had not gone unnoticed by the gremlin, she had just simply not explored them. Amaya had more important matters that demanded her attention. A caribou carcass sat a few miles from the Elysium border, its insides carved out and hollow, it’s been a prime place to crawl into and scream. Yes. Very important.

Amaya was just returning from a business trip that was jam packed with highly vital activities, such as romping around in the spoiled meat and grime of an unidentifiable animal. The path home crossed one of these pink tree clusters, aiding in the choice to finally explore one.

With dull, decayed tatterings of pelt from the dead animal laced into her usual mats, the bone-reader trekked carefully and quietly. A sludge-like lump of rotten meat slid off her back and squelched against petal covered grass. She was losing all of her progress, the smatterings of her tasks falling from her with each step until only the stench of old, bodily liquids remained.

The pink trees were pretty, she supposed. But their alleged beauty did nothing to remedy the sudden itch she felt beneath her tail, a dry, gnawing sensation that needed urgent fixing.

Amaya’s rump fell into a bed of soft, flowery foliage and then it was roughly dragged across the ground in an attempt to soothe the itch. The gremlin’s hind legs lifted into the air with the trained posture of a ballerina and her forelegs pulled her frame forward. Smears of brown were left in her wake as she gradually neared the tunnel’s end.

From one weird scenario to another, Rhododendron found getting himself into. The trail of strange pink flowers atop said trees were initially what drew him from the other side of the highlands. His nose guiding him to another thing that caught his attention. Yet despite the horrid smell that made his nose hairs feel like they were on fire, the wolf of Halloween eyes couldn't help himself from exploring further. Long and sturdy legs carried him towards the trail, following what looked like muck spread out across the once green grass and pretty petals.

What on earth was this? Something told him he was about to find out. Rhododendron continued his quest, until he looked upon a from of darkness with tufted ears. The young wolf had no idea what to make of them at first, deciding whether or not to even approach. Was this the creature that made that screaming sound moments ago? Curiosity was further peaked. It took a lot to freak this auburn pelted wolf out. But this encounter just might send him into oblivion. He hunkered down in the grass, body poised like a stalking cat on the prowl. But his intentions were yet quite clear, though they would be in time.

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All wolves were different, none two were alike, but many had one, vital attribute in common. Answer honestly, would you act differently if you knew you were being watched? Many would say yes, for their private moments were vulnerable or strange, and to have another infringe on that would be “embarrassing”.

Amaya did not function the way that most wolves did.

Continuing to butt-scoot down the petal laden path, she was enjoying the scenery just as much as she was enjoying the feel of a pesky itch being scratched. The wind was gentle, breezing past with the softness of a single breath, but it carried a scent. The gremlin froze mid-scoot, her body stiff as stone with her hind legs pointed up and forelegs stretched forward to drag the dead weight. Her next movement was sudden—and frighteningly unnatural—a jerk of her head upwards, until her neck bent it behind her back. With the gremlin’s head now upside down, she watched the stranger behind her.

How long had he been there?

The bone-reader realigned her head forward and then promptly butt-scooted in a u-turn to approach the other within the vicinity. Drool oozed from her sealed lips and her body trembled as if she was freezing, but it was that wide, entirely empty stare that would give many the heebeegeebees.

Without warning she shrieked in his face.

So the weirdly smelling wolf was a young woman. That was surprising, considering how she was acting and dragging herself about. Then his eyes grew wide at the way she snapped her head back.

Eyes of amethyst stared back at him, an alarming gaze that should have scared him off. But he stared back harder, intrigued and filled with a stubbornness his kin were known for.

Then she proceeded to drag herself towards him, and letting out a loud scream. It came without warning, both her scream and his reaction to said scream.

Rhododendron snapped his mouth opened wide, snapping it atop her own maw, or at least attempting to, in order to since the rabid coyote like creature.

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Amaya felt her jaws close, but it was not her that was issuing the command. The force of another’s mouth held hers shut, it was a custom the gremlin was not practiced in. What was she meant to do next? Was she meant to grab his face once she was released? Where was this greeting taught? She would have to bring it home to her mothers.

Still in the stranger’s hold, the gremlin continued to aggressively shake, drool streaming down her neck and chest as uncontained excitement grew. There was only one thing she could do in this situation, only one logical action that made sense.

A large, snotty sneeze was released directly in the mouth of the other. 

The Five would be proud.

The strange girl just sat there, clearly not expecting his hold of her muzzle. He continued to hold it there, glad that he could stop the earth shattering noise. But he was about to find out just how nasty this wolf actually was.

She had the absolute audacity to sneeze right into him. Rhododendron instantly let go of the onyx girl. He hacked and coughed, doing his best to rid himself of the dreadful taste and sensation his his mouth and on his tongue.

Then orbs of Halloween looked upon her with a mix of slight irritation, disgust and somehow still curious about this weird animal.