Post by Carotius on Nov 2, 2015 20:22:07 GMT -5
Isilme
OOC: Let's get this over with XD
The black tom slunk through undergrowth, popping up onto the pebbly banks. Behind him, attached to a long weathered tendril of something looking akin to wood shavings wound together, a strange set of shining jaws clattered along the stones and pebbles, obediently following him like a dog on a leash. How a cat of his build could drag over something so heavy-looking, no one would ever know, but if they did, it'd merely because he was used to it.
Stopping in his tracks for a brief respite, Erik let the looped part of the tendril drop onto the ground, wriggling his mangled muzzle in different directions to relieve the cramped sensations in his jaw muscles. The tendril didn't taste too well either, and with the last few days of greenleaf being much warmer and drier, it only made things worse. The golden-eyed tom shrugged. If this was all it took to make his next game as interesting as all the others (maybe even more!), then delight would be the only thing he felt for as long as it took him to drag this to the fields.
He picked up the loop between his teeth, white-tipped ears pinned against his head as he yanked the tendril until it was taut. His exertion was rewarded with a loud creak and clattering noise as the shiny jaws budged along with him, as if groaning in defeated acceptance of its tethered existence. It looks ways away, but we'll get there soon, my little toy. Chuckling softly to himself, muffled by the tendril in his mouth, Erik managed to move the jaws over to a spot where thick reeds were swarming a fairly large rock; satisfied purrs rumbled in his throat as he quickly pushed his contraption into the reeds, just out of sight, before covering it once more with the plants.
Erik giggled to himself. This will be delightful! He bounded over to the river, dipping his muzzle into the cold waters, relaxing as its sweet taste refreshed his parched throat.
OOC: Let's get this over with XD
The black tom slunk through undergrowth, popping up onto the pebbly banks. Behind him, attached to a long weathered tendril of something looking akin to wood shavings wound together, a strange set of shining jaws clattered along the stones and pebbles, obediently following him like a dog on a leash. How a cat of his build could drag over something so heavy-looking, no one would ever know, but if they did, it'd merely because he was used to it.
Stopping in his tracks for a brief respite, Erik let the looped part of the tendril drop onto the ground, wriggling his mangled muzzle in different directions to relieve the cramped sensations in his jaw muscles. The tendril didn't taste too well either, and with the last few days of greenleaf being much warmer and drier, it only made things worse. The golden-eyed tom shrugged. If this was all it took to make his next game as interesting as all the others (maybe even more!), then delight would be the only thing he felt for as long as it took him to drag this to the fields.
He picked up the loop between his teeth, white-tipped ears pinned against his head as he yanked the tendril until it was taut. His exertion was rewarded with a loud creak and clattering noise as the shiny jaws budged along with him, as if groaning in defeated acceptance of its tethered existence. It looks ways away, but we'll get there soon, my little toy. Chuckling softly to himself, muffled by the tendril in his mouth, Erik managed to move the jaws over to a spot where thick reeds were swarming a fairly large rock; satisfied purrs rumbled in his throat as he quickly pushed his contraption into the reeds, just out of sight, before covering it once more with the plants.
Erik giggled to himself. This will be delightful! He bounded over to the river, dipping his muzzle into the cold waters, relaxing as its sweet taste refreshed his parched throat.
