11-20-2018, 06:04 PM
PAPERCROWN
15 MOONS — WEARS A BANDANNA — INSOMNIAC
15 MOONS — WEARS A BANDANNA — INSOMNIAC
The repeating pattern of soft crunches greet the feet of a lanky serval, his ears pricked slightly at the sound that came from fallen leaves and dead foliage, head tilting down with a small smile pulling on the dark lips, a small upturn showing joy as eyes sparkled. Tail swiped across the leaf-scattered ground that once held green grass, pulling them up towards his body only to make a small step backwards, a larger chorus of crunches erupting from the action, and a small, single, airy huff came from the maw of the male in a small chuckle. For the time being, at least, he was going to like the area that he was in, liking the sounds that came from where he stood and walked. Of course, he knew that once the snows came, there would be more satisfying crunches to be had with the small tingle of the cold that came and made the air seem more crisp.
Finally stopping his crunching, Papercrown would open his maw slightly, looking for the scent that would tell him that he was, in fact, at the border. Good. A satisfied noise would come from his throat before quickly sitting down, dragging a couple of the leaves towards him once more. He began to pick at them, crushing them and moving the broken leaf bits around, digging his claws into them to try and break them more as he waited, passing the time.
Finally stopping his crunching, Papercrown would open his maw slightly, looking for the scent that would tell him that he was, in fact, at the border. Good. A satisfied noise would come from his throat before quickly sitting down, dragging a couple of the leaves towards him once more. He began to pick at them, crushing them and moving the broken leaf bits around, digging his claws into them to try and break them more as he waited, passing the time.
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