Drakeathon: Wrong Door
Feb. 20th, 2011 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aldersprigFrom risha_moon's prompt, "I think it would be neat to have a story of my two characters Poink and Boink - http://risha.deviantart.com/art/Poink-Reference-28227312?q=boost%3Apopular%20by%3Arisha%20poink&qo=1 http://risha.deviantart.com/art/Boink-Reference-Sheet-32634771?q=boost%3Apopular%20by%3Arisha%20poink&qo=18 Poink (the blue one) is curious and likes to go on adventures. Boink is her loyal mate and usually ends up getting into trouble (comical trouble) because of Poink's fun."
“I think I saw an exit just this way,” Poink called behind her, her blue tail held high in the air. “Come on, Boink.”
Her green friend was too polite to point out that she’d said that the last three turns, and found them nothing but more passageways. Besides, there were a lot of fun things to see this way, and he was sure Poink would find the way out eventually.
“Maybe this way?” Poink pawed open a door, dancing back as a gust of cold wind hit them. “Well, it’s an exit, right?”
Boink stared at the trackless winter forest outside the door. “I don’t think that’s our stop...”
risha_moon's prompt, "I think it would be neat to have a story of my two characters Poink and Boink - http://risha.deviantart.com/art/Poink-Reference-28227312?q=boost%3Apopular%20by%3Arisha%20poink&qo=1 http://risha.deviantart.com/art/Boink-Reference-Sheet-32634771?q=boost%3Apopular%20by%3Arisha%20poink&qo=18 Poink (the blue one) is curious and likes to go on adventures. Boink is her loyal mate and usually ends up getting into trouble (comical trouble) because of Poink's fun."“I think I saw an exit just this way,” Poink called behind her, her blue tail held high in the air. “Come on, Boink.”
Her green friend was too polite to point out that she’d said that the last three turns, and found them nothing but more passageways. Besides, there were a lot of fun things to see this way, and he was sure Poink would find the way out eventually.
“Maybe this way?” Poink pawed open a door, dancing back as a gust of cold wind hit them. “Well, it’s an exit, right?”
Boink stared at the trackless winter forest outside the door. “I don’t think that’s our stop...”
