- Jun 9, 2022
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Here he was, doing the same song and dance yet again. Fourtrees looms ahead, those twisting, turning things crowned by the light of the moon. Same place, different purpose. The moon was half-full, not yet overrun by mangy, smoke-bitten pelts. Neither would he sit amongst the starshine, paws prodding the earth, warm tingle in his ears... A check up, no, not yet. Instead...
He wrinkles his nose, thinking back to those dreary faces that had greeted him that day. Dreary - and Honeybee.... Bee- bee... whatever. Small, scarred, cinnamon, fluttering bug, warm face amongst the crowd. Yes... the rest of them were hopeless, though. Dull, lifeless souls, wandering about without purpose. And here he was to meet them again... Why was he here again? He should leave.
Good thing, bad thing, he can't tell - It's an event, for sure. Fortunate for them, maybe, that their arrival is timely. Had he any longer to ponder it, he'd be gone, he's sure. His tail is tucked tight around his paws, away from any dirtying touch or otherwise. And his gaze is sharp, expectant as it settles onto the forms of the others. New shapes, big and small... Who knows if they're worth committing to memory. There's an impatient flickering of his tail-tip, a flickering gaze. "So?”
[ @BONEJAW @cinderfrost @BEESONG @honeytwist @Dandelionpaw ]
He wrinkles his nose, thinking back to those dreary faces that had greeted him that day. Dreary - and Honeybee.... Bee- bee... whatever. Small, scarred, cinnamon, fluttering bug, warm face amongst the crowd. Yes... the rest of them were hopeless, though. Dull, lifeless souls, wandering about without purpose. And here he was to meet them again... Why was he here again? He should leave.
Good thing, bad thing, he can't tell - It's an event, for sure. Fortunate for them, maybe, that their arrival is timely. Had he any longer to ponder it, he'd be gone, he's sure. His tail is tucked tight around his paws, away from any dirtying touch or otherwise. And his gaze is sharp, expectant as it settles onto the forms of the others. New shapes, big and small... Who knows if they're worth committing to memory. There's an impatient flickering of his tail-tip, a flickering gaze. "So?”
[ @BONEJAW @cinderfrost @BEESONG @honeytwist @Dandelionpaw ]