i wake up screaming [open]

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    [weekly task - As you begin to settle into your new den you begin to hear something rustling in there every night. It continues night after night, but you have yet to find out what is making the noise. Does it annoy you? Or do you become afraid of it? And more importantly, what is your nighttime pest?]


    Maplesugar was curled up after another exhausting day in the Thunderlands, warm and safe in her bed.


    The blankets caressed her fur and her normally olive green and golden luminaries shone like jewels even in the black of the room. Giving her chocolate smoke pelt a couple licks, she settled in for the night. As the moonlight filtered in, it turned her rich and luxurious pelt a silver color. The athletic vixen stretched out, her long face (and equally long nose) now hidden by her fluffy tail. Her fur, soft as feather down, was tussled by these movements.


    As sleep gently grasped her in its clutches, she felt safe and at peace. But then it started happening. Again.


    For the past two weeks now, she had been awakened by some rustling in the distance. With an aggravated grunt, she rose to her stilt-like legs, maw contorted into an expression of deep annoyance and even anger. What the hell? Are you kidding me? Stepping outside, she swung her cranium to and fro. Tonight, she was gonna end this. In the past, she was only disturbed by someone nearby kicking her, or being woken up before she needed to by some incredibly obnoxious and oblivious early birds. She hated early birds. But as of late, it was this stupid, goddamn rustling. She was gonna be driven mad at this rate! It was time she got to the bottom of this.


    The last couple times this happened, the rustling came at especially bad times; the middle of some nightmares. They were always the same. She was running from something. She didn't know what, but she was terrified. And every time it almost got her, the rustling would begin and she'd awaken, screaming. Stomping around, she tried to detect the source of all this noise. "Come here you son of a..."


    //ooc - I am thinking a ghost or a vampire or... a mouse. But it could be anything! I'll roll with whatever your character decides it is. Your choice!

    ★ ★ ★ The rustling was simply Bish. The young Utah was always awake at night. So, it was no surprise she wandered other rooms. Though most never noticed her. This time, she was caught. Though the rustling was a mouse u til Bish caught it. Stepping from the shadows, she held the mouse in her jaws. Head tilted and eyes locked on the female. "Hmm?"


    "Speech."

    YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME


    Startled at the sight of Bish, Maple went tumbling backwards, only to get to her feet again and attempt to gently throttle her. "YOU!" Deep bags had formed underneath her eyes, her fur was in odd, kinky and kooky positions, and she was clearly disoriented. In other words, Maple looked like a genuine basket case. Stuttering, she went on. "Y-YOU'RE THE ONE!" Pacing away from Bish, the chocolate smoke walked in circles, fur still on end. "YOU! HAVE! BEEN! KEEPING! ME! UP! SO LONG!" Shaking her head, Maple was yowling at this point in exasperation. "FOR WEEKS! PLEASE! SLEEP! You are SO VERY LOUD!" Looking absolutely fried, the athletic vixen was dry-heaving. "Why are you up! It's so late!"


    //ooc - this is making me laugh lmao

    The sudden outburst had jolted the woman awake in her own home. Blurry eyes searched the darkness as if she might find something but when there was nothing there she pushed herself to stand up and push open the shutters of her window. Peering out of that now the maned wolf would looked around before lifting herself up on her hind legs and placing her front on the sill of the window. Taking her time to allow a soft yawn to pull from her throat she cleared her throat and looked at Maple and Bish before shaking her head a little bit. What noise the both of them were making so late at night and she frowned deeply before squinting her eyes a bit. "Hey you two, some people are trying to get some sleep."

    —Pierce had been in a drunken coma, and had been oblivious to the entire thing. Then a yell sent him jumping out of bed. It took him a few seconds to realize they were not under attack. By now he was mad.


    The wolf would pad out of the treehouse and stand on his deck, looking down at the group. "Shut up and go to sleep before I eat all of you." he growled. His words were harmless, but now he would have to drink some more to fall asleep again...Pity.



    MEN, THE POLITE ONES AT LEAST, WOULD CALL ME A MONSTER

    Drawn in by the yelling and commotion the Spiritcaller soon popped by to check in on things, peeking into the den and investigating but soon slowly withdrawing again with furrowed brows and a half-smirk of confusion. What the hell was going on here? As leader he should handle it, buuuuut... he really didn't want to join the howling match or whatever the heck was happening.

    "I'll uh... yeah, take my leave... hm..."

    Casually he tried to slink away again.


    A BLOOD DRINKING FREAK


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