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taste you on my tongue ― p. monroe - GRIMNYTE - 08-07-2018
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Despite her initial concerns about Sunhaven, she had steadily grown to like it in the short time she had been here. Nobody was confrontational, and not a soul seemed too eager to put her at unease. Most of the days she spent alone, exploring - from the mountains to the beach, mostly, and the lands in between. There was much to do, like climbing the unfamiliar trees in the forests, or wading out in the ocean before scrambling backwards out of fear. As pretty as the body of water was, the mystery of it pushed her away from sating what curiosity remained in her fickle heart. Today, she was in the mountains. She was always in the mountains - learning, dozing ...
Stellamaris' body stretched out among yellow daises, her silvery-brown pelt rippling as her legs shifted in response to her rolling over on her right side. The ground was soft underneath her, and she reveled in it; no longer would she suffer through long nights in the desert under the hot sun, or the humid conditions of the jungle that would make her sweat profusely until morning. In Sunhaven, it was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold, but just right. She almost felt pampered, until a flower tickling her nose sent her into yet another sneezing fit. "Really?" the clouded leopard would exclaim, picking herself up. It was about time she began to leave, anyways - no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't spend her days rolling in pretty fields.
Re: taste you on my tongue ― p. monroe - rhosmari - 08-07-2018
MONROE
MALE — SUNHAVEN — SUNBEARER — HARD
What was wrong with him? Why was he even attempting to do this and for what purpose other than to make himself look like and utter fool. He didn't know anything about her and frankly she didn't know him either but he couldn't himself. Despite how nervous he was and how crazy this idea was he was determined to be noticed but the end result was him just looking down at a bunch of mismatched flowers he had just happened to find and gather up. Pretty girls liked pretty flowers right? Right?! He should know and yet he was freaking out so hard on the inside. His face was all screwed up, muzzle curled to reveal those rather threatening serrated teeth before he forced himself to at least try and calm down. The worst thing she could do was tell him that he was creepy and a freak and he needed to step the heck off and oh boy. He buried his head in his webbed paws, taking one deep breath after another before he gathered up his resolve. He could do this. He was the shark that lurked in the deep depths of the sea, the terror of the briny waves. He. Could. Do. This.
Gathering up the mismatched flowers of all sorts of manners he started out. At first he debated on where he would find the clouded leopard because well, he didn't know much about her and he definitely didn't want to be that creepy stalker. He was so not the type. Pearl colored eyes swept over the fields and the trees before he spotted a figure in the distance, something that was familiar and caused him to squint. A familiar sound sounded in the air and he felt himself freeze. It was her sneezing and he remembered that sound from before and just knowing it was her caused his nerves to flare back up again. 'Come on, Monroe. Ya can do this, ya can! Just button up ya slippers and get a move on!' He had to yell at himself, a harsh pep talk but he forced his limbs to move with the flowers firmly grasped in his muzzle. The cat shark slipped his way among the flowers coming in from behind Stellamaris and he lightly lifted a paw to attempt to tap her on the shoulder. "Ah, miss, I brought ya somethin'." He spoke through the bundle of plants in his mouth.
Gathering up the mismatched flowers of all sorts of manners he started out. At first he debated on where he would find the clouded leopard because well, he didn't know much about her and he definitely didn't want to be that creepy stalker. He was so not the type. Pearl colored eyes swept over the fields and the trees before he spotted a figure in the distance, something that was familiar and caused him to squint. A familiar sound sounded in the air and he felt himself freeze. It was her sneezing and he remembered that sound from before and just knowing it was her caused his nerves to flare back up again. 'Come on, Monroe. Ya can do this, ya can! Just button up ya slippers and get a move on!' He had to yell at himself, a harsh pep talk but he forced his limbs to move with the flowers firmly grasped in his muzzle. The cat shark slipped his way among the flowers coming in from behind Stellamaris and he lightly lifted a paw to attempt to tap her on the shoulder. "Ah, miss, I brought ya somethin'." He spoke through the bundle of plants in his mouth.