PHAEDRUS
Ok, so this new resolve thing wasn’t going quite as planned, not like any of his other plans went well at all. Sadly, Sheba had been the one to pay for it the most. He had practically ignored her since the first set of twins arrived, though he was sure that she had entertained herself with them and the others well enough since then. Taking a trip from dale, to deserts, to field, now the meadow… he was slowly but surely making his rounds. It just seemed to be a day for side trails and rabbit holes.
It’s at this moment that the bobcat decides to make a pounce for his back. He can’t help but snort his surprise. Hello to you too, he growls out to her, and as always she responds with a purring grin circling until she finds a way to drape herself down his spine without impeding his wings. As much as he would like to hold a grudge against her, this proves to be the most difficult thing for him to do. So instead he settles for a grudge on not being able to begrudge her. Spoiled little bitch He mutters it under his breath but continues his walk through the taller grasses. In this way the meadow was different from the field, while the field was short and trampled, these grasses tended to be longer and green with their lush nutrition. Maybe it had to do with the size, or possibly it was the river that ran so near this place. But philosophy wasn’t why he was here. So he drops the inner debate to turn his attention to the direction of the Jungle.
The sun is beginning to set and it helps him calm down from all the excitement and bustling activity through the day. The cats tail lazily flicking across his haunches and her paws brushing his shoulders with each step. Hey big guy, where you been lately? , he smirks are her slighted tone, Hiding from you. She begins to say something in retort but he isn’t paying any attention, flicking his ears around listening to the approaching hooves. He begins turn his head towards the sound. His Chocolate eyes glistening with their strained curiosity.
It’s at this moment that the bobcat decides to make a pounce for his back. He can’t help but snort his surprise. Hello to you too, he growls out to her, and as always she responds with a purring grin circling until she finds a way to drape herself down his spine without impeding his wings. As much as he would like to hold a grudge against her, this proves to be the most difficult thing for him to do. So instead he settles for a grudge on not being able to begrudge her. Spoiled little bitch He mutters it under his breath but continues his walk through the taller grasses. In this way the meadow was different from the field, while the field was short and trampled, these grasses tended to be longer and green with their lush nutrition. Maybe it had to do with the size, or possibly it was the river that ran so near this place. But philosophy wasn’t why he was here. So he drops the inner debate to turn his attention to the direction of the Jungle.
The sun is beginning to set and it helps him calm down from all the excitement and bustling activity through the day. The cats tail lazily flicking across his haunches and her paws brushing his shoulders with each step. Hey big guy, where you been lately? , he smirks are her slighted tone, Hiding from you. She begins to say something in retort but he isn’t paying any attention, flicking his ears around listening to the approaching hooves. He begins turn his head towards the sound. His Chocolate eyes glistening with their strained curiosity.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
@[jenger]