Writing Prompt: Day 85

85.jpgDay 85 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about an animal family.

Erin: “I want to be alpha,” Luna declared and the group burst into laughter.

“Females have never been an alpha in our pack,” Kenite spat.

“Yeah, girls aren’t strong enough,” Freebie echoed in his preposterous tone.

“This exercise is about dreams not plans,” our professor barked. “Her answer is valid even if Women are not alphas of our pack.”

“I don’t care if Women are alphas of our pack,” Luna’s scream overtook the group and silenced them. “What I care about is if I Luna Camay Dinger will be alpha. That’s the answer that matters.” She ran off to who knows where and left the rest of the wolves curious for the answer as well.

Shannon: “Piper still can’t fly,” Dax teased, “Maybe she’s not actually a bird.”

“Shut up,” Piper broke herself free from under her brother’s mocking wing.

“It’s okay if you never learn. You can always stay in the nest with mom for the rest of your life,” he laughed.

“Don’t listen to him. You’re fine,” Willow argued, following after her. “You’ll get it eventually. Don’t worry if it takes you a little longer. Just keeping working on it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know Dax is a jerk,” Piper grumbled.

“Dax is a winner,” Dax spoke in a manly tone, and his sisters gave him a disgusted look. “Whatever. You two are lame. I’m going to go out and be independent and do whatever the heck I want, because I can. See you losers later, or not.” He puffed his feathers proudly before hoping out of the tree and sloppily flopping his wing until caught a stride.

“He’s not the most gracefully flyer,” Willow observed.

“But he’s right. At least he’s flying. I can’t even let myself jump,” she hung her head. “I hate being last. It makes me feel like there is something wrong with me.”

“Who cares about first? Be better. Learn to enjoy it, because it’s a lot of fun when it’s effortless. I sense that you’ll be effortless,” she lovingly bumped heads with her sister.

“I hope your right,” Piper took in a deep breath.

“I know I am,” Willow stated with confidence, as she stood up a little taller.

Try incorporating less people and more animals into your writing.

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  1. We stalked silently after mama’s hooves, brother and I, through the whispering forest. Across a babbling stream and through a tiny glade full to the brim with emerald flowers, we did go. Ducking below willow tree branches that grasped for their next sunlit victim, picking our way around an enormous tree trunk dripping with olive vines, and stepping our spindly legs over a felled tree sticky with sap, we arrived at mama’s side at last. All around us, the space opened up to reveal a small pool of mysteriously undulating water below an immense tree lit up, in the bright daylight, by millions of fireflies.
    Whickering gently, mama nudged me forward into the deserted clearing, where I waited with my tail flicking impatiently. Behind me, I could feel brother’s eyes staring at me without much interest; he never cared for what anyone else did if it didn’t explicitly involve him. Mother shorted shyly and nodded toward the tree. Suddenly the world was full of swirling dust and high-pitched voices that hovered about my head.
    Everything blurred together, making my instincts kicking in and I bucked; I’m not proud of it, but I did it. I rose on my hind legs and whinnied at the terrifying beings around me, knocking them out of sync. As they scattered, one remained before me with an irritated expression on her miniature face. “Don’t be alarmed that you can understand me, young one. The others are simple beasts urged by their natural instincts, with a little shove in the correct direction, to bring you here,” she droned, her tiny voice echoing unpleasantly in my mind. But I couldn’t answer back, being only an equine.
    I turned to mother, her huge doe eyes staring at me blankly, as she wandered away to feast on a particularly scrumptious bush. Behind her was my brother, his antlers sprouting gracefully into the sky. When I turned back to the small woman, her annoyed tone changed, “You, young one, are not a deer as they think you are. You are a unicorn, and must be very careful in the dark woods. Many creatures out there may wish you harm; you must not let them.” Fluttering close to my nose, she flicked my nose with her wand and more swirling dust flew through the air.
    Hovering away from me, she instructed the dust to settle near the pond and it rested in the soft silt. Interested by the gentle glitter, I stepped forward with solid hooves, and sniffed at it gently. While I was there, I figured I’d have a quick drink of the clear water but found a surprise in the liquid. Gazing out of the pond was a stark-white horse with a silvery horn sticking out from its forehead. The creature appeared to be mimicking me as I leaned closer for a better look. When I turned back to the winged woman, she chuckled lightly, “That is you, young one. Be safe.”
    As she disappeared so, too, did the mysterious glow of the fireflies, and the glade was cast into the faded tones of a forest. Staggering toward mama and brother, I was weighted down by the new-found horn that had sprouted from my head. Though it must have always been there, I’d never noticed it until that strange little woman did whatever she did. I called to mama and she glanced up from grazing, a twig sticking out of her mouth, and started back through the archway.
    Throughout the whole way back to our usual grounds, I was attempting to see, or even control, the strange new implement at my disposal. When I accidentally ran into a tree, I was horrified until a dim glow erupted and blasted the bark to bits. Around us, birds took flight, squirrels chirruped madly at each other and wild deer bounded away in a panic. Mama resisted the urge to run as brother searched around for someone to fight; he was going through the over-protective stage of a buck’s life.
    Gradually, the forest returned to normal and I sighed at my kin, urging them to continue on; nothing was out of the ordinary and we were safe. There was a strange connection between my adopted family and me. Truthfully, we’d never really clicked perfectly like the other deer did. I always figured I was an odd deer and there was nothing else to tell. As we stalked silently through the wild trees and shrubs, I let the truth sink in.

    When we were finally home, the field we learned to graze just a few trees away, the other deer surrounded us like we were possessed. I’ll never understand the instincts wild animals have, and they’ll never understand my thought processes, but I could tell they weren’t happy with us. Whickering softly to the others, mama attempted to explain our situation; I don’t know that’s actually what she was saying, but I assumed. But the leader of our group stepped forward, bearing his fully-grown antlers, and any chatter ceased.
    To this day, laying in a comfortable stable with my new equine family, I don’t know what the leader said, nor what mama replied. As soon as he got involved, I turned tail and bolted back into the forest to take my chances with the trees. Sure, I was taken in by a family of deer who nurtured me and took care of me until I was strong enough to take care of my own, but I couldn’t be a burden on them.
    Out in the wilderness I eventually found a young maiden singing softly in a clearing, braiding her golden locks. I was helpless to resist her gently melody; but I didn’t want to fight the urge to go to the lovely woman as I could feel, my heart, that she was my destiny. While leaving my adopted family was hard at first, I came to adore my new one. I even have a young girl of my own to care for in the form of my owner’s daughter.

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