Whym panted as the elephants fell one by one. Despite her energy in talking, she did have a limit on both her speed and endurance. She winced as she stretched her sore legs. Ouch. That would take a few days to heal. Her left ear perked up when she heard Antares speak, and her expression turned serious when she saw the last elephant standing and trumpeting. “I’m coming!” she tried to shout over the stomping. Not that they could use the domino method anymore, but surely they could do something. She really did not want the elephants to double in number.
As she ran toward Antares and the last elephant, Whym watched as toilet paper (of all objects!) fell from the ceiling and entangled the pink creature. “I’ve got this!” she yelled, before storming over and kicking the elephant in the head, knocking him out. “We did it!”
After hearing Antares’ question on if Whym had managed to drop toilet paper from the ceiling, Whym exclaimed, “That would have been awesome, but I most certainly did not! I think!” She pointed at the wall and concentrated on the image of toilet paper. Nothing occurred, so she concluded that it was not due to her. Pouting slightly, Whym looked around. “What now?” she asked out loud, mostly to herself. However, as soon as she finished the question, there was a rumbling sound, and the ground shook—almost as if the elephants had risen back up and began to stampede.
Luckily, the noise was only from a rising spiral staircase that shot up from the ground. A trapdoor on the ceiling phased into view, and Whym grinned. “We passed!” she cheerfully said. “Yay! Hey, Antares. Do you have any food? I want food. Pizza, actually. Pepperoni pizza with mushrooms and lettuce would be awesome. Oh, oh! I also want basil and extra extra cheese on it. That would be awesome. What’s your favorite pizza? I bet that your tastes are almost as cool as your mane. Speaking of your mane, can I have some of it now, or must I wait until we get out of here? Preferably alive, y’know?”
She kicked open the trap door with her hoof and climbed onto the next floor. After Antares did the same, the door disappeared, leaving the space with a solid ground. “Aww… but hey, we won’t be attacked by random elephants from downstairs! I kind of feel bad for them… when that elephant recovers, he’ll have to admit that he was defeated by a roll of toilet paper!” She glanced around the room, and surprise colored her facial features. “It’s so pretty! And soft!”
Whym jumped on the ground, and the grass seemed to purr under her hooves. “Isn’t this fantastic, Antares?” It was a marshy area, with tall grasses sporadic around, and a giant angry swamp crossed the entire middle section. The walls seemed entirely smooth. The strangest part were the tiles that were scattered across the swamp, creating somewhat of a bridge. “Ooo… they’re so bright! And colorful! What do you think we need to do, Ant?”
Total word count (for this post): 515
Whym: 11863 // 47 chimes [total]
Antares: 11582 // 46 chimes [total]
As she ran toward Antares and the last elephant, Whym watched as toilet paper (of all objects!) fell from the ceiling and entangled the pink creature. “I’ve got this!” she yelled, before storming over and kicking the elephant in the head, knocking him out. “We did it!”
After hearing Antares’ question on if Whym had managed to drop toilet paper from the ceiling, Whym exclaimed, “That would have been awesome, but I most certainly did not! I think!” She pointed at the wall and concentrated on the image of toilet paper. Nothing occurred, so she concluded that it was not due to her. Pouting slightly, Whym looked around. “What now?” she asked out loud, mostly to herself. However, as soon as she finished the question, there was a rumbling sound, and the ground shook—almost as if the elephants had risen back up and began to stampede.
Luckily, the noise was only from a rising spiral staircase that shot up from the ground. A trapdoor on the ceiling phased into view, and Whym grinned. “We passed!” she cheerfully said. “Yay! Hey, Antares. Do you have any food? I want food. Pizza, actually. Pepperoni pizza with mushrooms and lettuce would be awesome. Oh, oh! I also want basil and extra extra cheese on it. That would be awesome. What’s your favorite pizza? I bet that your tastes are almost as cool as your mane. Speaking of your mane, can I have some of it now, or must I wait until we get out of here? Preferably alive, y’know?”
She kicked open the trap door with her hoof and climbed onto the next floor. After Antares did the same, the door disappeared, leaving the space with a solid ground. “Aww… but hey, we won’t be attacked by random elephants from downstairs! I kind of feel bad for them… when that elephant recovers, he’ll have to admit that he was defeated by a roll of toilet paper!” She glanced around the room, and surprise colored her facial features. “It’s so pretty! And soft!”
Whym jumped on the ground, and the grass seemed to purr under her hooves. “Isn’t this fantastic, Antares?” It was a marshy area, with tall grasses sporadic around, and a giant angry swamp crossed the entire middle section. The walls seemed entirely smooth. The strangest part were the tiles that were scattered across the swamp, creating somewhat of a bridge. “Ooo… they’re so bright! And colorful! What do you think we need to do, Ant?”
Total word count (for this post): 515
Whym: 11863 // 47 chimes [total]
Antares: 11582 // 46 chimes [total]
shall we dance?
