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He comes to rest beneath the many canopies that make up the fringe of Spirane. Sides heave slightly as he lifts one of his paws, webbed eyes appraising it for any signs of burs, those prickling things being a pain in his side amongst other things. His eyes are stunning, or so he has heard with their vivid yellow webbing over a swirling dark blue green base. They stand out against his feline pelt coloring and give him an exotic look as well as feel. Yet it was his intensity that made him stand out from the rest, for when he turned it up, when he bore a hole through you with his gaze it felt as if he were really seeing you. Like he was seeing what made you who you were, as if he could peep your fears and triumphs and this was what was really unsettling about the young male.
Ears prick as a song bird bursts into a ballad, the trills and chirps prompting his brethren to join in the chorus. He hated birds, yet he respected them all the same for they were the warning system. They alerted one to danger with their silence…except with her. With her, his blossom they sang, they sang loudly when she was around as if celebrating her innocence and exuberance. If it was one thing he have often noticed during the last several seasons with his little flower was that she loved life and life loved her. She was sweeter than the honey that hung from the highest branched hive, more delicate than lavender, and his heart swelled with joy when she turned those haunting eyes upon him. Only for it to beat thunderously within his breast when she smiled, a smile that burned brighter than a racing comet. She was divine, and she was coming.
No, she was not there yet but within his soul he could feel her. Head tilts as he gazes up the massive mountain, confusion glittering within his optics for a few sparse seconds. Why did he feel her up there? Didn’t she flee there when…? Worry begins to cloud his better judgment as he suddenly finds himself upon his paws, long legs carrying him up upon the rocky surface. On a rather nasty jump he steels himself before launching his robust body, back legs scrambling to pull himself up when he just barely makes it up. Yet he does not still, no, he propels himself forward, determined to find her, to protect her. She was his Blossom, the sweet perfumed beauty that holds his hardened heart, who brings forth smiles to his otherwise stoic face. He needed to see her as much as he needed to breathe and he needed her NOW.
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