Emberwood twenty four hour ice

[size=x-small]The dawn cast a rose-colored shine upon all that it touched, from grass shoots to tree trunks, to the flamboyantly colored leaves which had started to sprout all across the Emberwood. It was idyllic. Up until the latest crepuscular resident came to his senses — in which case things became far less idyllic; the trees sort of just spat him out from their flaming loins and his perfectly sculpted body tumbled to the ground below, where it smacked the earth like a wad of hundred-dollar-bills thrown at a — uh. Beautiful, smart, wonderful lady.

The collision knocked more than just the sense out of him, and soon enough the epitome of perfection was coughing and screeching like some kind of newborn babe hungry for his first cigarette. "Woah there you assbutt tree! Who do y'think you're messin' with, bro?!" Obviously whatever god-scale power had urged him to the ground (because Ciqala had been firmly rooted and nothing could sway his swaggalicious self out of his nappy place) thought it could have its way with him no homo. Well that wasn't the case!

"What the fluck -" He shouted with his pipsqueak voice, itty-bitty eyes set staring up along the nearest trunk. Somehow, he got louder in the passing moments. "Hey lil' mama, I know you're up there - its coo', we'll bang later. I gotta run anyway!" There was nobody else in the tree, but Ciqala wasn't about to be called a total dweeb by anyone - not the birds, the bees, or anything else that may have lived in this totally bogus thicket.[/size]