04-19-2018, 02:52 AM
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It's strangely peaceful here. The sun is hot on his back and the ground is hot underneath this paws, but the dry air cools his fur enough that it doesn't hurt. Travel has honed Theo to a creature used to few accommodations  pale pink pads are tough from travel, sensitive to changes in temperature and terrain while he still manages to be completely unbothered by it, and each long breath leaves him feeling refreshed. Adjustment has made all of this walking easier, so despite the long hours it's taken to get him to where he is now, the feline looks almost chipper. His body moves like ripples on water, bunching up easily before he takes the leap from one tan rock to another, perched there as if he's watching the world turn by. (Despite his rather innocent demeanor, part of him is watching. His dad had always taught him to be wary, and even without his lessons, the world was a brutal teacher.)
Eventually the small feline settles down, long tail laying flat on the ground aside from the occasional flicks, each one sending a small, almost imperceptible shower of dust into the air. Part of him debates jumping into the water  he always did enjoy swimming  but he supposes that the process of drying off would be annoying at best. With one last longing glance towards the water, Theo's warm brown eyes instead settle on what he assumes to be a resident approaching him. Although he hadn't quite crossed their border, he's aware that he's been flirting with it for some time now. They must be here to scold him, or perhaps just to ask him what he's doing. Either way, he has a few answers prepared. "My name is Theo," the feline shouts, slowing rising until he's standing again, his back arched in a momentary stretch. "Should I ask for yours, or's it a secret?"
It's strangely peaceful here. The sun is hot on his back and the ground is hot underneath this paws, but the dry air cools his fur enough that it doesn't hurt. Travel has honed Theo to a creature used to few accommodations  pale pink pads are tough from travel, sensitive to changes in temperature and terrain while he still manages to be completely unbothered by it, and each long breath leaves him feeling refreshed. Adjustment has made all of this walking easier, so despite the long hours it's taken to get him to where he is now, the feline looks almost chipper. His body moves like ripples on water, bunching up easily before he takes the leap from one tan rock to another, perched there as if he's watching the world turn by. (Despite his rather innocent demeanor, part of him is watching. His dad had always taught him to be wary, and even without his lessons, the world was a brutal teacher.)
Eventually the small feline settles down, long tail laying flat on the ground aside from the occasional flicks, each one sending a small, almost imperceptible shower of dust into the air. Part of him debates jumping into the water  he always did enjoy swimming  but he supposes that the process of drying off would be annoying at best. With one last longing glance towards the water, Theo's warm brown eyes instead settle on what he assumes to be a resident approaching him. Although he hadn't quite crossed their border, he's aware that he's been flirting with it for some time now. They must be here to scold him, or perhaps just to ask him what he's doing. Either way, he has a few answers prepared. "My name is Theo," the feline shouts, slowing rising until he's standing again, his back arched in a momentary stretch. "Should I ask for yours, or's it a secret?"
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THERE IS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEING DESPERATE
｢ AND THERE IS NOTHING MORE RISKY THAN PRETENDING NOT TO CARE. | PINTEREST. ｣