11-13-2020, 03:46 PM
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[align=center]a small feline-esque creature stepped into view from the other side of the gate, causing him to shuffle back towards the ocean half of the landmark. bordering an individual only brought trouble - besides that, she deserved personal space. he raised his limb once more, planning on eliminating further evidence of his tears, yet paused as he recognized the unseeing murkiness dwelling in her gaze. my bad. his paw returned to its original place on the ground.
"i'd hope so.", a slightly gruff voice issued forth. "what is this place?" he found it unlikely that she should be a lone soul. in fact, the notion proved impossible as he breathed in the unrelenting, intertwining trails of strangers. many set foot before and, alternately, many's presence scarcely rose above a whisper of their once being there. he would fade from history one day; rather that than be remembered for his illustrious career of faults.
his dark coated, notched ear flicked as if to dismiss the looming thought. not long after, it and its brother stood at attention as another relative of his species slunk into view. the other's question sparked a pang of panic and then a dip at the corners of his maw. "i'm fine.", he expressed, a glance cast in the lynx's direction. "the water splashed me." likely story. one he hoped the two bought since he did not wish another's sympathy be provided to him. time and time again, he saw how that reliably played out. his gaze pulled away from the lynx, falling towards the sea. "the waves're restless further out there." he threw this grumbled addition in, figuring it would back his falsity.
michael thought right; tybalt was no chilld. he may be lost, though - figuratively and generally. he felt fond of the environment, if he ignored the pain of the never-ending stretch he just passed through. fate had it that he had found a pleasant place to be lost in.
"i'd hope so.", a slightly gruff voice issued forth. "what is this place?" he found it unlikely that she should be a lone soul. in fact, the notion proved impossible as he breathed in the unrelenting, intertwining trails of strangers. many set foot before and, alternately, many's presence scarcely rose above a whisper of their once being there. he would fade from history one day; rather that than be remembered for his illustrious career of faults.
his dark coated, notched ear flicked as if to dismiss the looming thought. not long after, it and its brother stood at attention as another relative of his species slunk into view. the other's question sparked a pang of panic and then a dip at the corners of his maw. "i'm fine.", he expressed, a glance cast in the lynx's direction. "the water splashed me." likely story. one he hoped the two bought since he did not wish another's sympathy be provided to him. time and time again, he saw how that reliably played out. his gaze pulled away from the lynx, falling towards the sea. "the waves're restless further out there." he threw this grumbled addition in, figuring it would back his falsity.
michael thought right; tybalt was no chilld. he may be lost, though - figuratively and generally. he felt fond of the environment, if he ignored the pain of the never-ending stretch he just passed through. fate had it that he had found a pleasant place to be lost in.
tybalt - male - the typhoon - somali cat - tags
parting in an afternoon, sunshine leaking through leaves