- Sep 22, 2023
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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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Another day he was bathed in blurry nothingness, sitting idly off to the side, tongue rasping over the top of his paw, gliding it silkily across a battered ear. He hummed, feeling in a rather particular mood, listening to his clanmates chatter and go about their mundane lives as odd-placed warriors in a place foreign, not like their own. He tutted, dark lips curling in bittersweet amusement, breath coming in quick puffs around a smokey muzzle plastered with snowy white littered with new and old scars.
He wasn’t quite thrilled, but he wasn’t quite amused either. A pink tongue slipped out, licking his lips to peer at an unwelcoming guest, nose wrinkling, taking in their scent that remained unknown, annoyingly so. “Who do I owe the pleasure of seeing?” He grinned, tone dripping sickly sweet despite the flare of alarm nestled deep within his chest.
Coming to a stand to shaky out his poorly groomed fur still needed a good teasing to satisfy the moor runner, but for now, Fogbound would simply have to make due. He had been outside the barn, enjoying the cooling breeze that nipped at his warm hide, taking the first few steps away from the hardened texture, biting back an annoyed rumble at the closeness, Fogbound couldn’t help but let a grin take over, tail slithering. “Come to help me?” He mused with a light-hearted laugh, nearly toppling over if he hadn’t caught himself. “My. My. Why don’t you go see if a young maiden requires your assistance? I’m sure that would be far more pleasant.” He teased tensely.
His ears swiveled to catch the last drop of murmurs, taking another step forward and another. His steps remained hesitant, undoubtedly so which had Fogbound wrinkling his nose in irritation, far more grouchy than he was before he lost his sight. Unaware, Fogbound had tripped over something, balance unsteady, the bulky Maine Coon would stumble forward ungracefully.
/ please wait for @milkthorn. !
He wasn’t quite thrilled, but he wasn’t quite amused either. A pink tongue slipped out, licking his lips to peer at an unwelcoming guest, nose wrinkling, taking in their scent that remained unknown, annoyingly so. “Who do I owe the pleasure of seeing?” He grinned, tone dripping sickly sweet despite the flare of alarm nestled deep within his chest.
Coming to a stand to shaky out his poorly groomed fur still needed a good teasing to satisfy the moor runner, but for now, Fogbound would simply have to make due. He had been outside the barn, enjoying the cooling breeze that nipped at his warm hide, taking the first few steps away from the hardened texture, biting back an annoyed rumble at the closeness, Fogbound couldn’t help but let a grin take over, tail slithering. “Come to help me?” He mused with a light-hearted laugh, nearly toppling over if he hadn’t caught himself. “My. My. Why don’t you go see if a young maiden requires your assistance? I’m sure that would be far more pleasant.” He teased tensely.
His ears swiveled to catch the last drop of murmurs, taking another step forward and another. His steps remained hesitant, undoubtedly so which had Fogbound wrinkling his nose in irritation, far more grouchy than he was before he lost his sight. Unaware, Fogbound had tripped over something, balance unsteady, the bulky Maine Coon would stumble forward ungracefully.
/ please wait for @milkthorn. !
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