02-03-2021, 01:12 PM
p u f f b a l l
“Hello there, adventurer!”
Puff’s fur stood on edge and his claws sank into the damp dirt below him, bright blue eyes staring up at the feline through the reeds and his tail flicking around wildly despite the fact she seemed like they were nice. They seemed nice too, didn't they? The cub was about to let out a low growl as the lady crouched down to meet his eye level, but he stopped himself as another form was starting to approach from behind. There was too many of them, to many voices and smells happening. Why did he smell blood again? “ATBASH!” The boy shouted out his legs pushing him up and out of the cat tails before walking out of them awkwardly with his eyes still wandering around to check how many people were around him. “Puffball! Like the mushroom, mama says! His words were jagged in it’s tone, but it was clear he was trying to hold back something and calm himself in that moment as another figure approached.
The lion couldn’t help staring at the.... “There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m perfectly fine without help! I’m an adventurer!” Puff repeated to the two women, distressed at the questions being asked and just why so many people coming to see him? Wouldn’t one wizard be fine? His fuzzy chest, with only a few stains that shifted to hyperventilating as soon as the next figure pushed past the others, his paws raising to swipe at the ginger and white feline who didn’t seem to be as friendly as the others. Not to mention her voice was oddly soothing. “I don’t have wounds and I don’t want crushed up flowers on my fur! Mama wants me to keep it nice and white.” He wasn’t exactly mad, but he did try to get away from her briefly before stopping to stare in confusion.
“Whatsa wound, ma’am?”
Puffball was completely unaware of what the flower lady was doing, as he was to enraptured by her voice. As she introduced herself to him, it took him a minute to process the name and give a small nod before he managed to utter his name. “Puffball! I don’t now if I have two names....I don’t think I do?” The young boy spoke softer this time, his breathing beginning to even out despite the crowd forming around him. Though, the next to come up looked like him.....like papa. Puff’s ears pinned back and his body ducked down slightly as his paws tapped against the ground nervously. “I’m fine! I don’t have anything wrong with me! I’m fine! I’m fine!” The cub choked out, one paw now on top of the other with claws digging in while his breathing became unstable yet again.
Puff’s fur stood on edge and his claws sank into the damp dirt below him, bright blue eyes staring up at the feline through the reeds and his tail flicking around wildly despite the fact she seemed like they were nice. They seemed nice too, didn't they? The cub was about to let out a low growl as the lady crouched down to meet his eye level, but he stopped himself as another form was starting to approach from behind. There was too many of them, to many voices and smells happening. Why did he smell blood again? “ATBASH!” The boy shouted out his legs pushing him up and out of the cat tails before walking out of them awkwardly with his eyes still wandering around to check how many people were around him. “Puffball! Like the mushroom, mama says! His words were jagged in it’s tone, but it was clear he was trying to hold back something and calm himself in that moment as another figure approached.
The lion couldn’t help staring at the.... “There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m perfectly fine without help! I’m an adventurer!” Puff repeated to the two women, distressed at the questions being asked and just why so many people coming to see him? Wouldn’t one wizard be fine? His fuzzy chest, with only a few stains that shifted to hyperventilating as soon as the next figure pushed past the others, his paws raising to swipe at the ginger and white feline who didn’t seem to be as friendly as the others. Not to mention her voice was oddly soothing. “I don’t have wounds and I don’t want crushed up flowers on my fur! Mama wants me to keep it nice and white.” He wasn’t exactly mad, but he did try to get away from her briefly before stopping to stare in confusion.
“Whatsa wound, ma’am?”
Puffball was completely unaware of what the flower lady was doing, as he was to enraptured by her voice. As she introduced herself to him, it took him a minute to process the name and give a small nod before he managed to utter his name. “Puffball! I don’t now if I have two names....I don’t think I do?” The young boy spoke softer this time, his breathing beginning to even out despite the crowd forming around him. Though, the next to come up looked like him.....like papa. Puff’s ears pinned back and his body ducked down slightly as his paws tapped against the ground nervously. “I’m fine! I don’t have anything wrong with me! I’m fine! I’m fine!” The cub choked out, one paw now on top of the other with claws digging in while his breathing became unstable yet again.
LIKE STARLIGHTS IN THE SKY
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☼ I LOOK OKAY, BUT I AM BREAKING DOWN !
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