Spiraling Up (Mykola)

[TOXYK MELODI]

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[atrb=background,http://i644.photobucket.com/albums/uu167/Rippedshadow/Templates/shevimid.png] Shevithan had not yet explored this strange area of purgatory. "Is everything here shrouded in mist and darkness?" he grumbled. Seriously. I can't even see more than a few feet away. What is this crap? he thought, irritation prickling at his pelt. Not to mention that with all the trees around here being so clustered together, he couldn't even tell if it was day or night. Blinking his beady black eyes he made an angry chittering noise before scrambling up the nearest tree, hoping he could get a better view. Once at the top he peered out into the forest blinking into the cloudy mists. Unfortunately Shevi still couldn't see much other than the tops of other trees. However at this height he could make out what looked to be a sun. At least, he thought it was. Did purgatory even have a sun? Or even a moon and stars? Death was a very confusing place for the ferret and he honestly couldn't care less anymore. Shaking himself he peered out into the other direction, holding onto the branch with his tail. However, as fate would have it the branch apparently couldn't support the few pounds of ferret meat that clung to the branch, and Shevi was sent spiraling back to the ground below. Screeching as he went he landed on something soft. While he was rather grateful for not plummeting to his death. (Could he even die again?) He was worried that he could have easily pissed off whatever he landed on. Or whoever as the case may be. Sitting up on his haunches he noticed the pelt was a grayish white dusted in black leopard spots. Heart catching in his throat Shevithan cared his teeth and prepared himself for the worst, hissing and arching his back. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing to do considering he was on the snow leopards back, but then again, Shevi wasn't known for being the smart one. After all that was how he died in the first place. 338 words written for Mykola/13th while listening to The Bloody Beetroots Notes? Hey