pumpkins scream in the dead of night [ open / pumpkin carving... ?

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    OPHELIA
    heaven help a fool who falls in love
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 420px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#FFF0D4]She had seen the older members of the clan carving pumpkins, and Ophelia thought she might have a go at it. The problem was, though, that her clanmates used knives to carve the pumpkins, because they wouldn't stab themselves by accident if they were given one. Ophelia wasn't allowed to have a knife, because she would stab herself by accident. After a kind BoneClanner came and gutted the unreasonably large pumpkin for her, and then rushed off because they were late for something, Ophelia had decided to trying carving it- with her teeth.


    It was a comical sight; the tiny puppy gnawing in an irritated way at the pumpkin's surface. It was too slippery for her teeth, so her fangs never actually dug into the pumpkin's skin. She was basically just mashing her face against the pumpkin, repeatedly, hoping that one of her bites would... magically cut through the entire pumpkin's surface and make it have a terrifying and amazing face? Yeah, right. So far there were a few indents in the pumpkin where she had smushed her head against it, and a few little tooth and claw (she had tried scrabbling furiously at the pumpkin, but it hadn't worked out great, since her nails were so tiny) marks, but that was about it. She took a step back, and then flung herself at the pumpkin again. For some reason, she hadn't thought to ask anyone for help, other than that one cat who had had to go, so she was stuck like this, at least until someone else came along.


    [ the moral of this story is don't let ophelia do anything at all ]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] "Hello there," The dragoness purred, slinking over to the pup with a small noise from her violet throat. "Having some trouble, hmm?" It was unusual to witness such kindness from Morrigan; she had been quite cold in the time before her absence. However, she'd always had a soft spot for children and the like, which wasn't truly that abnormal. At one point, she'd even contemplated children of her own. That was, of course, before she had been viciously and abruptly killed by the zombification plague.
    With a small click of her claws, a minute carving knife materialized in her paw. "This should do the trick." Sure, it was a tad sharp, but it wasn't likely to hurt the pup unless she somehow jabbed it through her paw. Besides, Morrigan was a capable healer- it wouldn't trouble her to oversee Ophelia's carving bout. In fact, she quite enjoyed such futile activities. They were good for the youngster's creativity.

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    10/24/16

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