Redhawk Caldera Dude, Don't Even. 《M rated, naughty words used. Maybe.》

@Finley :P



Ashton had left the front of the front of the basin entrance, and made his way to the east a bit. A tall tree, one that was full of ripened pomegranates, taunted him every step he took, and ever jump he took to attempt to reach one.
Fucking tree.

The golden boy hatched an egg in his airy little noggin, and picked up the remnants of a fallen branch. With the wood in his mouth, he decided to use it to knock one down.
Let's get this party started.

"AHAHA!" He battlecried as he hurled the stick at the bulging sweet fruit.
He waited, watching it soar, almost in slow motion, anticipating his juicy....

Nope.
He missed.

"FUCK."

He sat on his lean haunches, trying to come up with an awesomer plan, his verde eyes scrunched up, and deep in thought.
Finding he could not, the golden boy face planted in the sandy dirt, his sunny little tail sticking up, and waving with his "this is the end of the world, kill me, I just want some friggin fruit" tantrum.