March 07, 2015, 05:19 PM
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Thinking he had shouted away all of his embarrassment (and most of the birds, so breakfast was not an option at this point), Ciqala was ready to turn tail and strut on through to the other side. Of.. the trees. Or something. (Its too early to be clever). He bowed his head and began snuffling through the underbrush, hoping to score some sort of meal, when a voice shrieked from a neighboring elm; it squeaked and squawked, but caught his attention in the worst kind of way. Only one thing made such terribly inarticulate noises (aside from himself) - rodent.
The next thing he knew, a fluffy white sock beast was flinging itself face-first towards him (way to face-check the bushes, noob). Ciqala was not nimble enough to side-step the assault, but his dang sexy face didn't get too damaged. A scratch or two from long black claws, and that was that. He sneered at the possessed stocking, wondering where its partner had wandered off to.
"YO. DATS RUDE, BITCH!" Ciqala bellowed (more like crackled, his voice doing the thing that 14 year-old 'almost men' do) and launched himself towards the ferret thing. He aimed his tiny paws straight at the critter's tiny face, hoping to bitch slap the bejeezus out of him. Time for breakfast!
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Thinking he had shouted away all of his embarrassment (and most of the birds, so breakfast was not an option at this point), Ciqala was ready to turn tail and strut on through to the other side. Of.. the trees. Or something. (Its too early to be clever). He bowed his head and began snuffling through the underbrush, hoping to score some sort of meal, when a voice shrieked from a neighboring elm; it squeaked and squawked, but caught his attention in the worst kind of way. Only one thing made such terribly inarticulate noises (aside from himself) - rodent.
The next thing he knew, a fluffy white sock beast was flinging itself face-first towards him (way to face-check the bushes, noob). Ciqala was not nimble enough to side-step the assault, but his dang sexy face didn't get too damaged. A scratch or two from long black claws, and that was that. He sneered at the possessed stocking, wondering where its partner had wandered off to.
"YO. DATS RUDE, BITCH!" Ciqala bellowed (more like crackled, his voice doing the thing that 14 year-old 'almost men' do) and launched himself towards the ferret thing. He aimed his tiny paws straight at the critter's tiny face, hoping to bitch slap the bejeezus out of him. Time for breakfast!
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twenty four hour ice - by JB6 - March 03, 2015, 01:45 PM
RE: twenty four hour ice - by Twitch - March 05, 2015, 10:29 AM
RE: twenty four hour ice - by JB6 - March 07, 2015, 05:19 PM
RE: twenty four hour ice - by Twitch - March 07, 2015, 08:00 PM