Post by Volfy on Dec 7, 2012 18:30:25 GMT -5
Volf sat in the confort of his home, staring at the black cloak the lay in his lap while a scroll was in his paws, "Face the witches today," one part of his mind told him while the other meowed softly, "No don't do it, it's already crazy what you're doing, going to the Witches Hollow will get you killed!" His mind split in two. Volf wanted to stay, write on about his adventures as a pirate and do the work he needed to get done. Ace was nagging at him, his paws ached for aventure, just wanting to see more of the island that shy Volf would never want to do. The white tom gentle sat the scroll on his bedside table along with his key necklace. "I can be Volf any day, but there are so many days before Ace gets caught," he meowed softly to himself. His green eyes scanned his home, papers all over the place with thick books all over, then he stared at his black cloak and gloves that changed him everytime he put them on, "Ace today, Volf tomorrow. I promise," he thought aloud. He flung the peice of cloth over his head and tied it around his neck then slipped his black gloves over his paws. Ace flicked his hood over his head to cover his eyes as he slammed the door behind him.
After the walk from his house to the other side of the island, Volf was regreting his disicion as Ace pushed on. "The Witches Hollow!" Ace meowed in excitment. Giant trees loomed over, the sun barely visable though the thick branches, sparkling dew littered the grass at the base of the tree's, flowers dripping from water. He's eyes only spotted beauty, "Why would anyone think of death with all this!" he purred, bending down and picking a purple flower. One lavender petals as he looked at it closer with a yellow base, small bright green leaves where on the base of the stem, resting on one of the leaves was a small caterpiller, "I could live here!" he meowed softly. But he knew he must advance forward, overcome his fears of the witches that sat deeper in the woods, awaiting for the next helpless victim who stumbled upon them.
After the walk from his house to the other side of the island, Volf was regreting his disicion as Ace pushed on. "The Witches Hollow!" Ace meowed in excitment. Giant trees loomed over, the sun barely visable though the thick branches, sparkling dew littered the grass at the base of the tree's, flowers dripping from water. He's eyes only spotted beauty, "Why would anyone think of death with all this!" he purred, bending down and picking a purple flower. One lavender petals as he looked at it closer with a yellow base, small bright green leaves where on the base of the stem, resting on one of the leaves was a small caterpiller, "I could live here!" he meowed softly. But he knew he must advance forward, overcome his fears of the witches that sat deeper in the woods, awaiting for the next helpless victim who stumbled upon them.