07-22-2018, 06:43 PM
[size=9pt]He spots Versailles through the trees, first, and he simultaneously glares at her, because he heard that, and wills her to just turn tail and run. But he assumes she can hold her own-- she has that vibe about her-- so he doesn't hesitate in calling her way. "I'm dumb, V, not deaf." He calls, resting his heavy cranium on one massive paw as he stares her down. The bear, however, seem pretty deaf, because she doesn't even spare a glance the feline's way. He's both glad and disappointed-- that she-cat could do with some ass whooping.
It's all fun and games until Imperia appears. Really, this whole time, he's been praying that she was busy. Off somewhere picking flowers or blinking her doll eyes at some joiner. But he'd forgotten the Gods hate him, and so she's here, and she's doing some dumb shit. "Peri," he says, whining like a dog guilty dog, and he's not sure where the nickname comes from but he probably picked it up off someone in the clan. "Her kid was cute, okay? How was I supposed to know she's on some bear menopause shit?"
This is the part where the dumb shit happens. The she-wolf, in all her gentle, lovely glory, steps out in front of the bear and calls it. Who raised this kid? "Hey-- fuck, no, don't do that!" The bear turns Imperia's way, and Moon's scaling the trunk of the tree before he realizes what he's doing. He slams himself into her side so hard he feels his own ribs cave in. The bear, however, has about eight layers of post pregnancy fat -- sorry, fluff -- on her stomach and she's about as bothered as a stoned sloth. Gradually, so slow Moon's almost embarrassed he'd ran from her in the first place, she turns and places one heavy paw on his chest.
And it's like that that the lion finds himself lying on his back, breathing in bear breath because his heart in going a thousand miles an hour and he's gonna die, he's gonna die-- but then she's gone. He's got his eyes closed and by the time he opens them, she's waddling off with her cub. In her mouth, an acorn with a smiley face painted on it. She hands it back to her cub and the thing is ecstatic. They disappear into the trees, but not before Moon spots a piece of his own fur stuck on the acorn. That's when he realizes it; the kids toy had been stuck in his fucking mane.
He turns to the three fully capable femmes who are a few feet away, ears flat on his head and and gaze knowing, and for the first time in a long time, Moon is silent.
It's all fun and games until Imperia appears. Really, this whole time, he's been praying that she was busy. Off somewhere picking flowers or blinking her doll eyes at some joiner. But he'd forgotten the Gods hate him, and so she's here, and she's doing some dumb shit. "Peri," he says, whining like a dog guilty dog, and he's not sure where the nickname comes from but he probably picked it up off someone in the clan. "Her kid was cute, okay? How was I supposed to know she's on some bear menopause shit?"
This is the part where the dumb shit happens. The she-wolf, in all her gentle, lovely glory, steps out in front of the bear and calls it. Who raised this kid? "Hey-- fuck, no, don't do that!" The bear turns Imperia's way, and Moon's scaling the trunk of the tree before he realizes what he's doing. He slams himself into her side so hard he feels his own ribs cave in. The bear, however, has about eight layers of post pregnancy fat -- sorry, fluff -- on her stomach and she's about as bothered as a stoned sloth. Gradually, so slow Moon's almost embarrassed he'd ran from her in the first place, she turns and places one heavy paw on his chest.
And it's like that that the lion finds himself lying on his back, breathing in bear breath because his heart in going a thousand miles an hour and he's gonna die, he's gonna die-- but then she's gone. He's got his eyes closed and by the time he opens them, she's waddling off with her cub. In her mouth, an acorn with a smiley face painted on it. She hands it back to her cub and the thing is ecstatic. They disappear into the trees, but not before Moon spots a piece of his own fur stuck on the acorn. That's when he realizes it; the kids toy had been stuck in his fucking mane.
He turns to the three fully capable femmes who are a few feet away, ears flat on his head and and gaze knowing, and for the first time in a long time, Moon is silent.
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