Voodoo

plop into the snow. For just a moment, she completely disappeared, leaving the tracing of her sideways body in the snow. A happy laugh explodes into the air, careless and free just as Ouija was proving to be. The smile that has seemed to linger around since her birth spreads across maroon lips with ease, ears perked forward.

With this happening within about two seconds, she emerges from the cold with slit eyes, blinking rapidly as if glaring at you and saying "Really?" The laugh continues on for a moment as she climbs from the flakes and shakes her body, a cloud surrounding her as she did so. "Let's go." you suggest, crowned skull lifting back into the air and left foreleg starting you off on an adventure. Obediantly, Ouija pops up and trots alongside your body as you walk on. The adventure is surely to lead to only somewhere close, because you do not fully trust the ever-changing outside world as you once had. As a pair, you press on, commenting randomly on what different things are to your apparently speach-impared companion. "This is snow." "Those are trees." "That is a bird." small things every once in a while, just to make sure she may be learning.

The silence invades your skull, bothering you and allowing you to realize that we had not said a word all morning. Right ear twitches and you shake your head to the right, almost as if you can jar is around inside. We sit still in silence, barred behind our makeshift prison that you have once more set up since the arrival of that. Not that you can see what we point at with broken, twisted nails, but we are pointing at the view of the bouncing brat in the corner of your eye.. That mutt.

The grasses peek up, dead and cloaked in frozen precipitation and flakes of snow. "I think we're in the Meadow?" your voice ends in a higher pitch that normal, extending a question to your mute friend. Not that she would know any difference, she's just happy to be off of rock floors. The skitter of tiny feet causes Ouija to freeze mid-step, her right forepaw left hanging in the air, unblinking, not even a quiver of her strangly balanced body. You stop once both feet are back on the ground, skull shifting to the left to watch what would happen next. Almost as if someone put her in fast-forward, the pup springs to life and takes off after whatever the scuttling was, tracking it with ease with her massive ears. The pup is gone before you know it, and as leaves you standing alone until she gets her kill.

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