05-18-2018, 09:36 AM
VALEMON
male — 9 months — snowbound — member — tags — rped by Autumnleaf
Val had been expecting they’d let him stay - they were nice enough. But, he hadn’t expected the femme to hug him. The cub didn’t hesitate to return the embrace. It was a kind gesture, provided some extra warmth, and made him feel welcome. Plus, she offered to let him stay with her until he settled in. When, she pulled away suddenly, Valemon couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. If she didn’t like hugs, he couldn’t understand why she’d give him one in the first place...
But his thoughts dissipated when the deer spoke once more. August was his name, and he’d offered to help Val to Natasha’s cabin. Admittedly, he couldn’t feel his paws very much, so it was appreciated. It’d take him a bit before he got used to the cold.
It was obvious Killua had started him by the way he jumped slightly. Valemon hadn’t even known he was there. He instinctively took a few steps closer to Nat, unsure of who this was. But, by the way he spoke, he was a part of this group, too. Snowbound. And, they had caves. That seemed simple enough, but it reminded Val of the first home he’d shared with his family. He remembered the slugs and pretty rocks, and had loved to paint the cavern walls. Maybe there would be some of that stuff here, too. Since he didn’t know who Jacob nor what a sweater was, he didn’t say anything about that. Instead, he answered the other’s question. “Riv’Clan,” was his simple reply.
But his thoughts dissipated when the deer spoke once more. August was his name, and he’d offered to help Val to Natasha’s cabin. Admittedly, he couldn’t feel his paws very much, so it was appreciated. It’d take him a bit before he got used to the cold.
It was obvious Killua had started him by the way he jumped slightly. Valemon hadn’t even known he was there. He instinctively took a few steps closer to Nat, unsure of who this was. But, by the way he spoke, he was a part of this group, too. Snowbound. And, they had caves. That seemed simple enough, but it reminded Val of the first home he’d shared with his family. He remembered the slugs and pretty rocks, and had loved to paint the cavern walls. Maybe there would be some of that stuff here, too. Since he didn’t know who Jacob nor what a sweater was, he didn’t say anything about that. Instead, he answered the other’s question. “Riv’Clan,” was his simple reply.
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