The Rodent's Memento
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Title: The Rodent's Memento
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Ships/Characters: Mighty
Finished: Yes
Prompt: Hamster
Inside a nearby wood, the red-clad armadillo stood atop a nearby rock, admiring the scenery. The rock bordered a clear, shamrock-green lake, still as an opal surface. Trees reached the sky like the pillars of a cathedral, the pine needles shaking like rain. Ivy crawled over the boulders that hung over the lake, grasping them like a green hand clutching them in its fist. A stream of light creaked through the treetops, the shadows of the needles creating a shimmer like gold.
This pleased Mighty quite a bit—he sat down and began removing his shoes, letting his bare feet hang in the cool water, getting used to the temperature. His gloves were next to go, the armadillo wiggling his fingers as he stuffed the gloves inside his shoes. Finally, he unlocked himself of his scarlet shell, trusting the ivy to hold it like jade hooks. The armadillo let himself sink into the lake, his feet stirring soil and fish as he stepped. Chest-deep into its waters, Mighty plunged forward and under, a world of wet immediately embracing him. Just as quickly, he discovered the entire freedom his limbs had, and the turquoise glimmer the sun had to offer only in the aquatic.
The armadillo thrust his head above surface with a splash, sucking the forest air into his lungs. He let the breeze waft over him, remembering how chilly it was once you’ve been underwater. He let himself sink up to his shoulders, kicking gently in the water until he found solid ground. With the lift of his arm, he began to scrub himself—today was a good day for a forest bath.
Suddenly, Mighty’s ears perked up, as if suddenly catching a rustle among the bushes. Normally, he paid no heed—it was natural little animals like raccoons and squirrels made their way through the wood. But it felt oddly louder than usual… was it a bear? Or could it be a Peeping Tom? No, it couldn’t be. No one had the sense to follow him into the woods… had they?
A tiny creature—no bigger than a mouse—scurried out of foliage, its steps like tiptoes as it approached the lake. Its beady eyes stared at the huge creature of the lake, like it were watching Loch Ness bow before it. The rodent didn’t move, its teeny fingers hugging a seed close to its fluffy bosom. Tentatively, it almost ran back into the wood, the creature approaching him from the waters. Yet, the rodent couldn’t bring itself to move—whether it was out of fear or curiosity, it didn’t know. But it stood clutching its seed for its life-support, like a child to his teddy bear, as it waited face-to-face with the colossal being.
“Oh. Hello.”
The hamster didn’t know what to make of it. But the armadillo merely smiled, the rodent lowering its seed, like one peeking from his pillow at the end of a scary movie. As a thick finger reached for its side, the little creature was bound to object—but didn’t. It grinned itself as its cheek was gently caressed, not caring if the touch was slightly damp. In fact, the dampness added to it—it felt that much more soothing. The hamster nuzzled against Mighty’s finger, dropping its seed as it skipped back to the bushes.
“Wait! You forgot this!”
The rodent grinned as it looked at the puzzled armadillo, the seed pinched between his fingers. With a rustle, it returned to the foliage, not to be seen again. Mighty peered at the tiny gift the little hamster had left him—a token of their meeting.
dr_sipp. That's all there is to it. :)Title: The Rodent's Memento
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Ships/Characters: Mighty
Finished: Yes
Prompt: Hamster
Inside a nearby wood, the red-clad armadillo stood atop a nearby rock, admiring the scenery. The rock bordered a clear, shamrock-green lake, still as an opal surface. Trees reached the sky like the pillars of a cathedral, the pine needles shaking like rain. Ivy crawled over the boulders that hung over the lake, grasping them like a green hand clutching them in its fist. A stream of light creaked through the treetops, the shadows of the needles creating a shimmer like gold.
This pleased Mighty quite a bit—he sat down and began removing his shoes, letting his bare feet hang in the cool water, getting used to the temperature. His gloves were next to go, the armadillo wiggling his fingers as he stuffed the gloves inside his shoes. Finally, he unlocked himself of his scarlet shell, trusting the ivy to hold it like jade hooks. The armadillo let himself sink into the lake, his feet stirring soil and fish as he stepped. Chest-deep into its waters, Mighty plunged forward and under, a world of wet immediately embracing him. Just as quickly, he discovered the entire freedom his limbs had, and the turquoise glimmer the sun had to offer only in the aquatic.
The armadillo thrust his head above surface with a splash, sucking the forest air into his lungs. He let the breeze waft over him, remembering how chilly it was once you’ve been underwater. He let himself sink up to his shoulders, kicking gently in the water until he found solid ground. With the lift of his arm, he began to scrub himself—today was a good day for a forest bath.
Suddenly, Mighty’s ears perked up, as if suddenly catching a rustle among the bushes. Normally, he paid no heed—it was natural little animals like raccoons and squirrels made their way through the wood. But it felt oddly louder than usual… was it a bear? Or could it be a Peeping Tom? No, it couldn’t be. No one had the sense to follow him into the woods… had they?
A tiny creature—no bigger than a mouse—scurried out of foliage, its steps like tiptoes as it approached the lake. Its beady eyes stared at the huge creature of the lake, like it were watching Loch Ness bow before it. The rodent didn’t move, its teeny fingers hugging a seed close to its fluffy bosom. Tentatively, it almost ran back into the wood, the creature approaching him from the waters. Yet, the rodent couldn’t bring itself to move—whether it was out of fear or curiosity, it didn’t know. But it stood clutching its seed for its life-support, like a child to his teddy bear, as it waited face-to-face with the colossal being.
“Oh. Hello.”
The hamster didn’t know what to make of it. But the armadillo merely smiled, the rodent lowering its seed, like one peeking from his pillow at the end of a scary movie. As a thick finger reached for its side, the little creature was bound to object—but didn’t. It grinned itself as its cheek was gently caressed, not caring if the touch was slightly damp. In fact, the dampness added to it—it felt that much more soothing. The hamster nuzzled against Mighty’s finger, dropping its seed as it skipped back to the bushes.
“Wait! You forgot this!”
The rodent grinned as it looked at the puzzled armadillo, the seed pinched between his fingers. With a rustle, it returned to the foliage, not to be seen again. Mighty peered at the tiny gift the little hamster had left him—a token of their meeting.
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:28 am (UTC)ARGH
T___T anyway. <3 I love this so very much. It makes me a tinge sad as hammie died, but it's so completely adorable. MIGHTY MADE A FRIEND <3~~ I adore it so much, thank you very very much <3
MIIIIIGHTYYYYYYYYYYY