Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-38113021-20190323232505/@comment-27070860-20190628164511

(Monu would gush over the ‘Golden fire’ for hours if she’d ever meet Amaterasu, it’s too cool of a power not to e.e)

Monu was doing well. Surprisingly well.

…Suspiciously well. Something should have gone wrong by now. By some miracle, Monu still had all her limbs and hadn’t yet bashed her head into a tree.

Her eyes didn’t leave the car she was bounding after, scared the driver would take a sudden turn or drive down some super-secret-hidden-tunnel she’d never be able to find.

Thank god her peers pressured her into taking up those jogging clubs- or were they running clubs? Monu couldn’t really tell the difference. Only when her legs felt like jelly and her lunch was threatening to spill out her throat did she feel content and happy. There was a sort of bliss that followed this feeling, a sort of satisfaction only aching paws could leave.

Running like this, zig-zagging through trees and bushes and shrubs, jumping over rocks, her paws already mushy and disgusting from the still muddy soil, made her feel so free. And chasing a target was just the cherry on top. A moving target, at that. Monu wasn’t quite sure if there was a way to describe such a feeling. Such a thrill, such a bliss, such happiness.

Bloodlust- though Monu thinks calling it that is exaggerating – clouded her thoughts, and for the next few minutes all she did was stalk the dark vehicle from the forest lining the road. Years of pointless games of tag and hide-and-seek finally payed off in the form of incredible don’t-trip-over-random-rocks skills. And don’t fall-into-trees skills.

Which let her solely focus on one thing; the car. Monu managed to catch a glimpse of the side mirror a few times, quickly narrowing down the animal behind the wheel to a canid, long snouted and probably nine-tailed, considering the circumstances. Which narrowed It down farther to a fox. Nice.

Who were the passengers? Not the eagle, that one flew away somewhere, probably to laze around in the clouds or something. Monu always wondered how clouds would feel like. Taking naps on them must be pretty neat. Monu almost envied the eagle before realising she had more important things to do, like treat herself to an amazing one-sided car chase.

Ah yes, the passengers. Wasn’t there a deer? Or fox? Do foxes have antlers? No, those were leopards, leopards had horns-

Monu felt her tongue unconsciously lick her lips. Her mind felt foggy, too foggy to make sense of her confusing thoughts. Thinking was too hard. Too time-consuming. For a fragment of a second Monu wondered if anyone had noticed her by now, but the thought left as quickly as it came. It wasn’t important.

What was important, was catching this car.