#i haven't written non human pov like this since my httyd days

[raayllum]

snippet from my sir sparklepuff focused oneshot

Sir Sparklepuff has thirty days to live.

(He doesn’t know it, yet.)

Or technically, he has twenty-nine, but he can’t count. His fingers are too long and too few to count, his eyes too busy blinking and taking in with all their large, yellow rimmed wonder of the fascinating world around him. 

There are three creatures like him, one in black on her knees, one crouched by her in white, and one with something akin to his antenna atop a green head, and what can only be described as purpose-purpose-purpose tugs in his chest. Sir Sparklepuff twitches forward, standing and then loping forward on all preferable fours. 

His mind is a scrambled synapses of information and snatches at sentience, and the world is so very big and wide and bright.

It is, he thinks, a deeper voice within his mind supplying the proper word, beautiful.

He hopes he will get to enjoy it.