10-04-2019, 08:34 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Darksouls wasn't much for alcohol, but one of the creatures at the tavern- a small canine with an overbite- had offered to provide fresh grapes for Inkquill from time to time, so he frequently found himself visiting the building during busy hours. On this particular occasion, he happened to notice a pile of hay bales near the back, and a very tired feline splayed out next to it. He'd never been much for hay, he found it a tad dry for his liking, but it was useful for decoration and bedding. These piles were probably for Halloween festivities, if he had to guess.
Lowering his head, Darksouls looked over the cat. He was exhausted, for sure, but seemed okay outside of that. Before Darksouls could say anything, Inkquill descended from his antlers to the floor and quacked loudly at the cat. "Shhh, Inkquill," Darksouls murmured, nudging the duck gently with his muzzle. "Let him rest."
Lowering his head, Darksouls looked over the cat. He was exhausted, for sure, but seemed okay outside of that. Before Darksouls could say anything, Inkquill descended from his antlers to the floor and quacked loudly at the cat. "Shhh, Inkquill," Darksouls murmured, nudging the duck gently with his muzzle. "Let him rest."
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