washboard melody

After a few hours spent in the early morning chasing rabbits and voles, the young Destruction had gorged himself fairly well on whatever he'd managed to catch. This left him feeling rather satisfied with himself by the time he settled down in the shade at the edge of the thicket, hiding away from the heat of the day. With the sun at its highest point, it just felt better to lounge just beyond its reach. Sprawled out on his side, the pallid male was lazily blinking at the twinkling water of the rapids that he could only barely see from his spot. This would be the perfect time for a nap, really. What was there to do, besides take the opportunity that was all but handed to him?

The chirping birds flitting through the branches all around him were a gentle, insistent ambiance. He forced himself to roll up onto one elbow, blinking slowly against the glare of the sun against the rolling plains beyond the thicket. As a breeze stirred the grasses, they rolled like water in long motions almost designed to lull unsuspecting viewers to sleep. Alright, maybe it was time for a nap. Just a short one.. Even as he was laying there, propped up on one elbow, his eyes were falling shut against his will.

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