riverbank
02-17-2015, 08:39 PM
His lungs were burning, though he wasn't certain if it was a product of his condition or the damned heat. Whatever the case, he furiously lapped at the lukewarm, dingy water. It was better than dying of dehydration, though not much better. It was nothing compared to the crystal clear water of the north, that which flowed directly from the mountains and filtered through limestone and pebble-strewn rivers. That water was pristine, delicious, and absolute perfection. This, this was shit. At least it was according to his foul mood. In all reality the water was probably fine, but being alone again and unhappy about it was enough to make him loathe anything in his path. He turned to exit the water finally, grumbling inaudibly, and caught her phrasing. He froze, tail whipping behind him once, then twice. “You little bitch,” he spat - though it wasn't nearly as venomous as it could have been. “After giving me hell for leaving you, you turn around and do the same.” As he said this he twisted his mask toward her, eyeing her dangerously - with just a note of hurt instead of true anger. “What do you have to say for yourself, dear sister?” He remained where he stood for a moment, shaking off his fur - sending little droplets of water flying in every direction possible. With his fur damp and fluffed, he strode toward her, head and tail high in an expression of dominance. “Where have you been?” he would query, very nearly demanding the information from her. There was a hidden note of sadness in his tone, for he genuinely had missed her and had hated losing her for even a season. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
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