SCENTS seem to be eluding me on my excursion so far. Burnt gray walkers prance around a little bit as a bird takes flight from a nearby tree branch, where and when its talons leave the small, lanky branch, the leaves shake and rustle even more branches from where they’re at, causing the foliage to shed its newly growing leaves. Everything is starting to become adorned with lovely new buds just for spring time. I wonder silently in awe at their strength… to be able to forget all about the year that just passed… like me, the new buds have no clue what will happen to them… what might happen to them. But this is not what lingers inside my crown for the remainder of the hour. As the gal’s perfume infiltrates my narettes, I can feel myself soften up quite a bit, both mentally as well as physically. My shoulders un-tense and my risen hackles lower significantly from my earlier encounter with the small swallow that took flight from that damned tree earlier. I suppose she has been watching me for a little amount of her time, for my cologne has already started to stick to her own ebon derma… as it should be on every day. As she bumps up against me, I playfully swing my hips and gently tap her thighs with my own. She calls me her boy and I feel my heart pound against its iron bars. “And there’s my love.” I reply with a toothy grin, ivories glinting in the dazzling sunlight. Hell, I just might poke a hole in her eyes. “Dearly beloved, I would wait a millennium just for you to arrive- should it ever come to something so terrible, of course.” As she buries her cranial into my ashen speckled cloak, I feel my chest swell even more (is that possible?) with pride. Yes. She has chosen me, there is no doubt. And if she hasn’t… well by my freaking tassel, don’t wake me up from this fragile dream, because it’s more wonderful than anything I’ve ever had before. Speaking of before… My right oricle is throbbing… which means I’ll be blinded temporarily in it pretty soon.
PLUMMAGE flicks temporarily, and I crane my nape over so that I can nip one of her audettes after laying the hundredth kiss of the day on her shoulder blade.. the injured one. “So, dearest… which direction on the compass rose would you like to follow in the direction of?” As I wait for her response back to this, my gray backed eavesdroppers flick towards the mountain, and it’s obvious I’m in the mood for a climb. However, if Jaida should have trouble with such a feat, then I will gladly turn around and just lather her with love all day. If it weren’t still in the beginnings of spring, perhaps we could bask in the sun, but such a feline-istic idea is sure to be disapproved of. I don’t need her getting numb just yet. A smile breaches my kissers at the thought of this, and I catch her emerald stargazers. Of course, she can’t read my every thought, but if I’m the one smiling about it, I’m sure she’ll think that it’s significantly dirty. I laugh out the words that will hopefully lighten the already glowing mood. “Forgive me, my precious Jaida, but whenever your around, I can’t seem to control my straying thoughts. Keeping myself busy is hardly an option- so why don’t you entertain me for a while? Tell me as much as you wish… about you.” If she is ready to walk by now, I am most certainly ready to accompany her as a toy soldier might. Although I am with my princess, it’s no doubt that I am afraid of what might happen to her if I do not keep a watchful eye on everything around us. Although my full attention is on her, my mind is reeling. Already, I’m picking up the lost scents of mates and other loners that have long since dispersed from the area. Everything is sharpened significantly. It’s amazing.
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