Starter call thing
((Yooo... Like for a starter?))
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Starter call thing
((Yooo... Like for a starter?))
‘ AH, I lost track of time again. ’
Silence.
And with no warning; the trees where pushed aside as a large beast charged after a young boy who marched off past the line of woodland that should be viewed as safe.
Backing up a bit, he tried to find something to throw the beast off; eye sight - poor; hearing - sharp ; Smell - strongest of all. Without another moment to think; he was off, trampling through the woods, darting past trees and trying to avoid anything that would slow him down. Panting he could feel the rumbling of the being behind him - gods had he messed up this time... Note to self; don’t wake anything trying to sleep.
Soon he threw himself right past the last line of trees, and right into an unexacting bystander, Groaning he pushed himself up; without even a word of apology he stood and looked into the trees, the eyes of the beast peering at him before it turned and slank back into the wood.
Honey touched optics are temporarily concealed by thin shades entirely comprised of penetrable flesh. Were these stained glass windows - naturally endowed with the irremovable ability to provide fleeting glimpses of the irreplicable character residing within her rather petite soul case - not doing precisely that which they have instinctively been compelled to do, faint glimmers of unadulterated fear would not be exhibited. The toothless smile currently attached to a feminine countenance that has not yet witnessed the disintegrating of its invaluable relationship with youthfulness is not at all insincere. Not intended to automatically conceive the false impression of her merely attempting to shroud a desire to flee as if sensitive heels are being licked by insatiable tongues of fire. No, coupled with the continuous waving of bare extremities, it wordlessly conveys something resembling hesitation - gracefully carrying undercurrents of exasperation all the while. For the words that have so abruptly sprung forth - past unfamiliar lips - are overwhelming as their meaning cannot be identified. Surely a misunderstanding has just arisen.
❝ I don't think you're making any sense there. I'm not trying to offend you. I'm just...saying... ❞
//MUTUALS!
Like this for a short (and I mean SHORT) starter when I get back from snoozing.
❝Instead of bothering me— How about you mind your own business?❞
❝I can’t wait any longer, I’m starvin’ here.❞