Scarface
Tlstiffl
Fetzen
JJ2000
kiiblade
Neziul
Eventua
TheMushroomLord
op2024
XaltwindThe creature glided its hand along the smooth carving on the door, its eyes wide in curiosity. Its hands lingered on the wings of the eagles, a small smile playing along its lips as it felt the perfected etching of each feather. That was until it creator told it that it was the wrong door. It looked back at him from over its shoulder, taking one more look at the beautifully carved door before turning from it. It allowed its hand to glide along the door as it left, letting its hand to drop by its side again as it followed its maker to another door. This one far less elegant than the one they had just left behind.
It watched as he struggled slightly with the door before peering past the frame and into the room beyond. Its eyes scanned the room as it slowly walked past its creator and into the room. It looked from the window, to the sofa then the many chairs. Its head swiveled on its shoulders, taking in every little thing in the room. When its master picked up the oil lamp, it watched intently, strolling up to the oil lamp after it was lit and placed securely down. It watched the flame flicker this way and that, allowing its body to mimic its dance with swaying hips.
The creator watched his face as he spoke, taking note of the way his mouth moved. Its own mouth mimicked his and when he spoke the word flame, it proceeded to make lightly mutter an f sound over and over, moving its lips in the same fashion that he did. It turned back to the oil lamp, still practicing the f sound over and over as it watched the flame.
When its master left, the creature turned to look at the door, noting how it hung open a crack. It didn't feel very comfortable being alone in the room but it didn't seem its master wanted it to follow him for whatever reason. However, it couldn't help it and peeked out into the hall and watched him go for a moment before it turned back to the room once more. It let out a sigh before it walked over to one of the tables with dust covering its top. It gathered the dust up in a small heap at the middle of the table, poking at its soft texture before peering around for more of the dust. It walked from one piece of furniture to the next, gathering up the dust in its hands and adding it to the pile. Eventually, it had cleared the dust off most the items in the room and gathered it on the small table. It had made quite a pile at that point and was playing in the fluffy mess before it grew bored and left it there on the table, moving to the window to peer out.
It wasn't as large of a window as the ones in the hall and it found it hard to see out into the darkness. It let out an annoyed huff before turning from the window and peering around the room. There wasn't much more for it to do so it walked to the door and peered out once again. It slowly pushed the door open more and carefully stepped out into the hallway. It scurried to the large windows and peered out, wanting nothing more than to get outside to go meet the dogs and possibly find the cat its master was talking about. It searched along the windows, looking for an opening it could go through. When it didn't find anything in that manner, it struck the window in frustration, the glass fracturing under its fist.
It looked from its hand and to the window, sliding its fingers along the cracks before it pulled its hand back and struck again, the glass fracturing even more. It pulled its fist away and looked at the crack now, seeing a small hole just under where its fist was. It poked a finger through that small hole, getting a few small cuts along its finger as a result of the sharp glass. It didn't even notice as it pried a piece of the glass away.
It began to pull the fractured glass apart, piece by piece and dropping the fractures on the ground. Eventually, there was a significant sized hole in the window and it stuck its upper body through the gap. The chill of the night air graced its skin, though it didn't feel the cold. It struck the window with its foot, causing more glass to fall away before it finally took a step through the broken window. Its bare feet stepped down on the dewy grass. It looked around itself before squatting down to run its hands along the wet grass. Off in the distance it heard the barking of the pack of dogs and it stood, heading in the direction of the sound.
It watched as he struggled slightly with the door before peering past the frame and into the room beyond. Its eyes scanned the room as it slowly walked past its creator and into the room. It looked from the window, to the sofa then the many chairs. Its head swiveled on its shoulders, taking in every little thing in the room. When its master picked up the oil lamp, it watched intently, strolling up to the oil lamp after it was lit and placed securely down. It watched the flame flicker this way and that, allowing its body to mimic its dance with swaying hips.
The creator watched his face as he spoke, taking note of the way his mouth moved. Its own mouth mimicked his and when he spoke the word flame, it proceeded to make lightly mutter an f sound over and over, moving its lips in the same fashion that he did. It turned back to the oil lamp, still practicing the f sound over and over as it watched the flame.
When its master left, the creature turned to look at the door, noting how it hung open a crack. It didn't feel very comfortable being alone in the room but it didn't seem its master wanted it to follow him for whatever reason. However, it couldn't help it and peeked out into the hall and watched him go for a moment before it turned back to the room once more. It let out a sigh before it walked over to one of the tables with dust covering its top. It gathered the dust up in a small heap at the middle of the table, poking at its soft texture before peering around for more of the dust. It walked from one piece of furniture to the next, gathering up the dust in its hands and adding it to the pile. Eventually, it had cleared the dust off most the items in the room and gathered it on the small table. It had made quite a pile at that point and was playing in the fluffy mess before it grew bored and left it there on the table, moving to the window to peer out.
It wasn't as large of a window as the ones in the hall and it found it hard to see out into the darkness. It let out an annoyed huff before turning from the window and peering around the room. There wasn't much more for it to do so it walked to the door and peered out once again. It slowly pushed the door open more and carefully stepped out into the hallway. It scurried to the large windows and peered out, wanting nothing more than to get outside to go meet the dogs and possibly find the cat its master was talking about. It searched along the windows, looking for an opening it could go through. When it didn't find anything in that manner, it struck the window in frustration, the glass fracturing under its fist.
It looked from its hand and to the window, sliding its fingers along the cracks before it pulled its hand back and struck again, the glass fracturing even more. It pulled its fist away and looked at the crack now, seeing a small hole just under where its fist was. It poked a finger through that small hole, getting a few small cuts along its finger as a result of the sharp glass. It didn't even notice as it pried a piece of the glass away.
It began to pull the fractured glass apart, piece by piece and dropping the fractures on the ground. Eventually, there was a significant sized hole in the window and it stuck its upper body through the gap. The chill of the night air graced its skin, though it didn't feel the cold. It struck the window with its foot, causing more glass to fall away before it finally took a step through the broken window. Its bare feet stepped down on the dewy grass. It looked around itself before squatting down to run its hands along the wet grass. Off in the distance it heard the barking of the pack of dogs and it stood, heading in the direction of the sound.