pafp hymn of the high seas — hunting

Sep 22, 2023
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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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Despite the clan’s misfortune, Fogbound found it within himself to ask his old apprentice on a hunt, growing fonder of the feline despite the warnings blaring quite rudely in his face. He merely huffed at them, batting them away like annoying flies because really he was being too obstinate. Of course, he had to keep his air of appearance, no matter how much he bickered and turned into everything but nice.

He hummed, paws gliding easily across the moor in search of anything the rogues hadn’t gotten their nasty paws on. His nose crinkled at the thought, already buzzing with the need to rip into their parasitic flesh. Fogbound gave Mothmoon a brief glance.

He didn’t offer simple pleasantries, instead pointing toward a hare some lengths away, oblivious to what predators lurked. He wasn’t nearly as fast with his bulky hide weighing him down, but to bask in the accomplishments of his fellow moor runners always got his blood pumping. “Perhaps you’ll be quicker than I?” He offered, tone casual.

/ @mothmoon
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