Virwoe Foe Gu. A planet made of clouds inhabited by a species of Flyers. Every Flyer has a job they are hatched for. It all just depends on their flight. Their flight being placed on a chart known as The Flyer Chart. A tool that holds all their symb...
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Eyes flickering back to life, MABSOOT woke up. She could no longer hear the rain she fell asleep to. Instead it was the song of crickets. Their singing getting lost in the darkness outside. She was resting on her left side when she noticed that she was still in damp and dirty clothes with a mound of soggy hair. She groaned in misery at the thought of having to fix her fur. Rolling over on the couch, she almost had a heart attack at the sight of the manikin sitting across from her with an axe in hand.
"Holy zhi-" She fell off the couch with a loud thud but wasted no time in getting back up on it and scooting back into its armrest further away from the wooden creature. "How the hell did he get in here!?" She thought as the manikin turned its head slightly at her. They looked at each other's faces. Or where a face should be on a manikin. MABSOOT thought that this was the most horrifying yet awkward staring contest she ever had in her life, and it did not even have eyes to top it. But then again, she did not have the eyelids necessary to play such a game in the first place. From the manikin's point of view, it found this situation lovely. Terrifying the demon dog was funny as she cursed and looked like she was going to relieve herself in her pants. MABSOOT was shaking like a leaf in fall struggling to stay on the tip of the branch from strong winds trying to blow it away.
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As for the manikin, it sat there like a statue. This is the most fun it had since it killed that man a few hours ago. They both stayed there like that for some minutes. For MABSOOT it felt like the hours were going painfully by until her death sentence, yet for the manikin, it just wanted this to go on forever. After another few minutes, MABSOOT's shaking had softened. The manikin not doing anything to her so far. After a total of forty-five minutes, MABSOOT had finally stopped shaking completely. Still breathing hard, she made a soft wheezing noise through her wet nose.
The shaking in her body returned the moment the manikin grabbed its axe and stood up. MABSOOT covered her eyes with her hands. If she had eyelids, they would be squeezing themselves so tightly they would have been torn apart from the force. Hearing the wood creak under it made her want to cry tears that could not form thanks to her eyebulbs messing up her tear ducts.
