A Favor for Starkir, Spectre, FT Pan. by LynxiePhara, literature
A Favor for Starkir, Spectre, FT Pan.
A ginger and white felvarg padded her way forward, her two beloveds had suggested she participate in the years curiosities. She could not remember the last feltide she had been to. This feltide had already been oh so eventful. Her glasses fogged slightly and she managed somehow to whipe them off with gentle care. As she continued her way into the vale she spotted him, Starkir. "Bring me a whisp," he had demanded, Pandemonium pinned her ears. "I cannot just simply do so! a wisp would not survive the journey back to you," she snapped her maw shut as Starkir gazed back toward the mist of the vale. "I didn't say alive, did I? now go get me one." he insisted in such a tone the felvarg could only describe as harsh. She lowered her head and began toward the Willow o wisp lake. The grass under paw gave her comfort in this journey. The fur of her pelt stood on end as she padded onward, head low to the ground. All these scents and smells overwhelmed her senses, and she begun into a trot. She