12-09-2018, 11:03 PM
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Max found himself face to face with a canine. The impatient look didn't leave his face, but it softened as they spoke. 'What's wrong with the swaps? It's just mud and water. That's nothing new for me.'
The feline had grown up somewhere just as boggy, he may as well of had webbed paws. It had been a while since he'd found himself in this kind of place however. Swampland. "You shouldn't wander out alone into the swamp either, seems you have a feral cat infestation. Must not be ideal for you canines."
Maximus mused this as Feverdream moved forward beside Jim. Jim's curious and enthusiastic tip of the head caught him off guard. He'd only had himself for a while, and he'd never do something like that. Thinking about returning the gesture was funnier then his first joke. (He wasn't a comedian, his first joke was easy as everloving fuck to top.) "My name is Maximus Cyllell. My dad was from an island in the east that was just as boggy. I'm used to it."
He was too depressed by default to care about mud in his fur anyways. Anyone who mentioned it could talk to his glare. "...Who's that?"
Max turned his gaze to Sirus, the larger feline who was strutting behind him, going who knows where. Maybe his joke about feral cats was more honest then comic. Max's mouth drew into a thin line. His gaze returned to Jims , then moved over to Feverdreams. The look on his face screamed: Do something; just because he hadn't even been allowed into the clan- it was probably too early to go asking strangers if they should or shouldn't be there.
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Max found himself face to face with a canine. The impatient look didn't leave his face, but it softened as they spoke. 'What's wrong with the swaps? It's just mud and water. That's nothing new for me.'
The feline had grown up somewhere just as boggy, he may as well of had webbed paws. It had been a while since he'd found himself in this kind of place however. Swampland. "You shouldn't wander out alone into the swamp either, seems you have a feral cat infestation. Must not be ideal for you canines."
Maximus mused this as Feverdream moved forward beside Jim. Jim's curious and enthusiastic tip of the head caught him off guard. He'd only had himself for a while, and he'd never do something like that. Thinking about returning the gesture was funnier then his first joke. (He wasn't a comedian, his first joke was easy as everloving fuck to top.) "My name is Maximus Cyllell. My dad was from an island in the east that was just as boggy. I'm used to it."
He was too depressed by default to care about mud in his fur anyways. Anyone who mentioned it could talk to his glare. "...Who's that?"
Max turned his gaze to Sirus, the larger feline who was strutting behind him, going who knows where. Maybe his joke about feral cats was more honest then comic. Max's mouth drew into a thin line. His gaze returned to Jims , then moved over to Feverdreams. The look on his face screamed: Do something; just because he hadn't even been allowed into the clan- it was probably too early to go asking strangers if they should or shouldn't be there.
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