The gossamer door hangs loosely on two ancient hinges, even new to the world Imogene can tell what isn't. She takes a tiny hoof and knocks ever so gently on the base of it....
:ckack:
Tiny noise, insignificant even enough to awake the sleeping giants, she tries her luck again in opening the door even a sliver enough to get herself through...
:CLACK!!: her hoof reverberates at her own audacity, and the shift begins...
... a wimper is let out by the bottom hinge, a giving up of sorts. Letting one world open upon the next the door slides a quarter of an inch, and subsides in its work for the day. Groaning against the top hinge, the white boards upon boards nailed together for eternity bend to Imogene's will, and swing open another whole inch.
She is through... and into the hall she stumbles, the light suddenly gone black against the skins of her eyes, naked bumbling onto the worn rug and dust up to her neck. She runs......
Toward what, she doesn't know.
Freedom, new life, questing and more.
Another worn out threadbare rug reaches under her fleeing hooves and sends her spiraling towards the top of the stairs... noises begin to ring in her ears. So fierce and uncontrollable she stops instantly and collides with the wainscoting...
"WOOF!!!!" Reeeeeerrroooof!!!
A growl, a tension, a bloody war cry of the mongrels below... her heart stuck in her throat she ceases all movement, not even her nostrils dare flare in this dire moment of truth.
The monsters have puppies.... and they are now awake.
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More more more!!!!!!!!!!! pretty please
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