Post by The Jenn on Oct 19, 2010 9:23:45 GMT -5
Laika accidentally knocks down a container of an odd powdery substance and wakes up in a pile of her own hair... completely bald. Her reaction would be... ?
What a weird dream, like a snowstorm of some sort and she couldn't get away. Laika woke up sneezing, her eyes watering with her first conscious breath and her skin itching and cold. What a bizarre combination. Why wasn't her fur...?
Oh. Oh, wait. WHAT. Her skin?! Was cold?! That didn't happen! She was a SOLANDRIAN. Cold wasn't a word in her growing vocabulary! Except that it was, because she could say it and knew exactly what it meant and sometimes her nose or toes felt a little chill. But not her entire body. Ohhh, what was going on?!
She squinted her watering eyes shut tightly, and then opened them wide. She was about to rub her face on an extended foreleg when she realized that one, it was bald, and two, it was covered in stuff. Powdery stuff. Like the snow.
Like the stuff in the bottle on the bookshelf that wasn't emptied all the way from the old King.
No. No! This must have been what the grown-ups were talking about when they discussed the dangers of this room! This was awful. She jumped up, shivered and shook herself, and then bolted with a howl.
