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When Calamita had seen the brute emerge from his den, she had begun counting the moments to her inevitable demise. The monster wolf’s eyes had widened and her body had tensed in response, ready to spring, and ready to make sure he choked on her bones if need be. She was a proud toad, massive and in her prime, with numerous progeny already roaming the island. She would not go down without a fight.
“Wow, you’re a big one!”
The toad blinked slowly at the nonconfrontational noise that came from the thing’s face. It made more noises. She tilted her head. This was not a situation she was prepared for, and she froze in the moment. The wolf stalked closer- Jump! The imperative in her mind was clear, but her body would not respond. She was still frozen in inaction when he flopped down next to her, apparently deciding to forego the obvious meal in front of him. Had he not locked eyes with her moments before, she would think him blind. Perhaps he was sick in the head.
The moments passed, though, and she did not move. The chatter-whine came in an endless stream- perhaps an attempt to communicate, though it had no meaning that she knew how to decipher. Still, there was something soothing about it now that she was not facing imminent death, and the insects were plentiful. Time passed, and the sky soon began to streak in pinks and golds at the coming dawn.
The lilting sounds continued to project from his toothy maw into the chill morning, and the vague beginnings of a plan began to form in Calamita’s mind. Why not hibernate here for the winter, in the shadow of this placid giant? The big thing could work as a deterrent to smaller, craftier predators. If she hid herself well, there might even be a minimal chance of being eaten by him in her sleep. Yes, this could work well.

As much as he came to hate the crowding and noise of the quarantine, Lanval is finding it difficult to readjust to living alone. The once comfortable silence has begun to chafe, and he has taken to making redundant comments to himself to stave it off. Emerging from his den one morning, he discovers a lovely toad who is willing to tolerate his constant prattle. For now.

This takes place after the sickness, but before the full extent of the famine is discovered. DON’T EAT THE TOAD HE’LL KNOW >(

Featuring: Lanval - Svajone app

Description

When Calamita had seen the brute emerge from his den, she had begun counting the moments to her inevitable demise. The monster wolf’s eyes had widened and her body had tensed in response, ready to spring, and ready to make sure he choked on her bones if need be. She was a proud toad, massive and in her prime, with numerous progeny already roaming the island. She would not go down without a fight.
“Wow, you’re a big one!”
The toad blinked slowly at the nonconfrontational noise that came from the thing’s face. It made more noises. She tilted her head. This was not a situation she was prepared for, and she froze in the moment. The wolf stalked closer- Jump! The imperative in her mind was clear, but her body would not respond. She was still frozen in inaction when he flopped down next to her, apparently deciding to forego the obvious meal in front of him. Had he not locked eyes with her moments before, she would think him blind. Perhaps he was sick in the head.
The moments passed, though, and she did not move. The chatter-whine came in an endless stream- perhaps an attempt to communicate, though it had no meaning that she knew how to decipher. Still, there was something soothing about it now that she was not facing imminent death, and the insects were plentiful. Time passed, and the sky soon began to streak in pinks and golds at the coming dawn.
The lilting sounds continued to project from his toothy maw into the chill morning, and the vague beginnings of a plan began to form in Calamita’s mind. Why not hibernate here for the winter, in the shadow of this placid giant? The big thing could work as a deterrent to smaller, craftier predators. If she hid herself well, there might even be a minimal chance of being eaten by him in her sleep. Yes, this could work well.

As much as he came to hate the crowding and noise of the quarantine, Lanval is finding it difficult to readjust to living alone. The once comfortable silence has begun to chafe, and he has taken to making redundant comments to himself to stave it off. Emerging from his den one morning, he discovers a lovely toad who is willing to tolerate his constant prattle. For now.

This takes place after the sickness, but before the full extent of the famine is discovered. DON’T EAT THE TOAD HE’LL KNOW >(

Featuring: Lanval - Svajone app