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03-30-2015, 06:52 PM
He didn't like the uncertainty he felt down to his very core. He didn't like not knowing what was around him and what could cause him harm. The high level of dependency he had on his vision and senses was all the more prevalent as he staggered along tentatively. She brushed against him, giggling at his predicament, and a snort would blow hard out of his nostrils. Just wait till he was in control. Oh wait, she was pretty good at trusting others, wasn't she? Why should she fear sticks when she had had a herd of buffalo chased at her? He leaned near her, but not so near as he probably needed to, and he realized it as one of his front paws drug across the branch she'd been trying to guide him away from. Luckily he was able to compensate and only stumbled a little bit as they continued on. He sped up, feeling a bit more confident now that she was so near. It was doubtful she'd run herself into a tree, so he felt relatively safe at her side. Then she said it. Two more strides, and then they would need to leap. Leap!? He snorted again, slowing his pace and feeling her brush past him. “You've got to be kidding,” he choked. But he couldn't act too afraid. Wary was one thing, fearful was another. The cobalt Armada picked up his pace again, leaping after he'd counted a total of two strides and landed - not so gracefully - no the other side. His front right paw gave way, and he found himself stumbling into his landing, but he'd made it all the same. He balked for a moment, and then rose to his paws. “Nailed it,” he commented with a grin. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. “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.