A Faint Buzzing [Mercy]
08-30-2014, 12:14 PM
Gods curse all bugs, Lyon thought with a glare and a sigh. His ears were flicking constantly to keep the flies out of them, and he was forced to watch every step he took less he step on a bee of this or that sort. That such a large beast was so plagued by those so much smaller than he was amusing from a distance, but from his point of view he was a breath away from declaring war. At first this grove had been a good place to find small game, rodents keen on the young fruits were numerous in the underbrush, but as the heat of the day rose around him the rodents had found cover and the insects had come out in droves. He mumbled a curse and trudged on, unwilling to lope he was to some body of water less he trip over a tangle of roots and lad a paw in a hornet's nest (he'd skirted two already.) Summer could go bugger itself as far as he was concerned. And winter and spring too. The harvest was the only time of year he felt was worth experiencing. Fat creatures and cool temperatures, that was what he was built for. But autumn seemed so far away that he only could grow more frustrated. The brute trudged on, black mood radiating off him like a storm cloud. ![[Image: LN6hKs6.png]](http://i.imgur.com/LN6hKs6.png) |
