11-06-2018, 12:48 AM
CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS
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Frightfur was trying very hard to stay interested in watching a line of ants march to and from the shard of candy he’d dropped on the rainforest floor. The tiny insects gathered around it, inspecting it, running around like hell. It was funny—everything was quite funny until a crashing sound sprang up from far off. What the hell was that? Was the forest collapsing? The sky caving in? With a humph and a final goodbye to the ants (a swing of one of his heavy metal paws to crush the candy piece and the gathered ants underneath without a second wasted), he forced himself to go and do something useful, to scout the noise.
But it seemed he hadn’t been the first guy to hear the disaster. Eddie was already here, and he cut a confused gaze to the raccoon in question as if he was asking to be filled in before taking in the smilodon stranger with his wild green eyes. He liked the thick muscles on the stranger and the floofy tail spurred his fancy but, really, who was this guy? The sound of the canopy breaking earlier suddenly gave him a half-formed assumption of an answer. ”Oh dear…ha wait does this mean ya fell in? How did ya manag—nevermind don’t answer that. Who are you and why’d ya ever come this far into the desert,” the feminine serval tried to speak through immature laughter.
Really, if he’d known in the current moment that they were looking for the dead body of a guy who the smilodon had shoved off a fucking cliff and probably murdered he probably wouldn’t have been laughing or chill in his demeanor. He conjured a green apple sucker and popped it into his mouth, humming in curiosity.
But it seemed he hadn’t been the first guy to hear the disaster. Eddie was already here, and he cut a confused gaze to the raccoon in question as if he was asking to be filled in before taking in the smilodon stranger with his wild green eyes. He liked the thick muscles on the stranger and the floofy tail spurred his fancy but, really, who was this guy? The sound of the canopy breaking earlier suddenly gave him a half-formed assumption of an answer. ”Oh dear…ha wait does this mean ya fell in? How did ya manag—nevermind don’t answer that. Who are you and why’d ya ever come this far into the desert,” the feminine serval tried to speak through immature laughter.
Really, if he’d known in the current moment that they were looking for the dead body of a guy who the smilodon had shoved off a fucking cliff and probably murdered he probably wouldn’t have been laughing or chill in his demeanor. He conjured a green apple sucker and popped it into his mouth, humming in curiosity.
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★ The Rosebloods ★ white serval cat w/ bionic mods + spirit/ghost ★ physician