Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 11:58:56 GMT -6
Sunday nights that you
WANT HER LIKE VELVET CAKE
WANT HER LIKE VELVET CAKE
I gave a yawn as I reentered the camp, heading towards the freshkill pile to drop off a squirrel. The sun was barely up over the mountains, a good quarter of it still hidden behind their looming expanse. I rolled my shoulders as I turned away from the soft peachy light they shrouded and let out a yawn. It was fairly early, well, not even fairly early. It was early; italicized, bolded, and underlined. I flicked my tail in annoyance with my lack of ability to actually sleep now. Sure, I was tired and would take a week of den cleaning duty to get a long, undisturbed nap until late afternoon, but I lacked the ability to just drop dead after having the adrenaline of hunting pumping through my veins.
I let out a frustrated sigh and plopped down in a sunny corner of camp, my back facing the slowly rising blinding light. I was too tired to face that sort of brightness right now. I grumbled a few steps to the hunters crouch and different battle techniques under my breath, finding it to be the only thing that could occupy my time whilst I waited for another living creature to come out and talk to me. I didn't think the mumbling to myself would probably make the idea of talking to me more appealing for anyone who wandered outside of their rank's respective den though. I scarcely had heard of anyone who thought walking up to some chick talking to herself in a corner of the camp was a bright idea. Oh well.
I let out a frustrated sigh and plopped down in a sunny corner of camp, my back facing the slowly rising blinding light. I was too tired to face that sort of brightness right now. I grumbled a few steps to the hunters crouch and different battle techniques under my breath, finding it to be the only thing that could occupy my time whilst I waited for another living creature to come out and talk to me. I didn't think the mumbling to myself would probably make the idea of talking to me more appealing for anyone who wandered outside of their rank's respective den though. I scarcely had heard of anyone who thought walking up to some chick talking to herself in a corner of the camp was a bright idea. Oh well.