Unorthodox {Open}

"And where might you have come from, little thing..."

Shrewfur posed this question to the little bug that had found it way to the piece of kill she was eating. She was fascinated by this little piece of the wild she had stumbled upon. Its little antennae sprung out from the crevasse separating its thousand tiny compound eyes. The bug had little staircase shaped legs that stuck to the surfaces they touched, and the black sticks rolled up into its fat body. This beetle had a brown shell with little indents streaking across, most likely hiding some set of machinery used for flying. It had little veins twisting through its body, and there was a little heart giving it life. Shrewfur looked upon this life, and the word resonated within her. Little. In her mind, she turned over how there could possibly exist such tiny things, and what sort of secret lives these things must live. The bug spied her large visage looming above it, and it stopped short of the bit of sinew it was about to traverse. Shrewfur chuckled. She rolled her food over in the grass, and it tumbled into the dirt. She continued to look upon the bug, and her imagination began to dream up a lore about the lives of the wild creatures that inhabited the realm of the unseen. She pressed her head into the grass, getting as close as she could to this world of wonder.

In the sun, the pale green obelisks rose up to form the lawn of the rolling hills. The grass rustled lightly in a cool breeze not felt by the humongous felines that came thundering along, but felt by the citizens of this tiny world. Shrewfur walked among the the ants and beetles and occasional spiders, scuttling from here to there, touching whisker to antennae in order to facilitate some communication. The beetle that had crawled over her food was the leader of the Mountain Colony, and wished to induct her into their ranks as a sign of friendship. Two winged insets grabbed her and hoisted her up to the pebble that overlooked all of the colony. A voice descended from the Sky Colony, the voice of the beetle's ancestors. Shrewfur took the oath of the mountain, and the voice welcomed her as a sister of the colony. All the bugs quivered shook and bowed, for the voice was to speak yet again...

"Shrewfur, what are you doing?"

She whipped around to face her questioner.