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There were many things that could be said about Darion-kun, one of which would be just how easy it had been for him to adapt into life in Primal Instinct. Of course, it's not like anyone had heard a single word of complaint from the tom, but he still seemed to be having his fair share of fun with the few things that he enjoyed. Like currently, he was on one of his usual runs, his paws somehow moving as silently as a ghost despite his speed. His blue gaze focused in front of him, tuning out the rest of the world as his mind traced out his path.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 19, 2021 14:06:24 GMT -5
Hywel wasn't the type to hunt often, but today seemed to be a different sort of day, and he was trotting along with a couple of plump mice in his jaws, found in that strange warehouse nearby. There wasn't much food in the city but he must've been lucky, because someone had left enough mouldy food in the dumpster to attract plenty of prey, and well, he wasn't going to complain.
Crossing the path, he hadn't heard any sound of monsters or anything he needed to avoid, and he rarely felt the need to look both sides of the path, but hey, maybe he really should, because one moment he was stepping forward and another, he was crashing into another cat without so much as a warning, slamming to the ground hard. If anyone said cats always land on their paws, they were wrong, because bowling over, he slammed directly onto his side, knowing that a bruise would surely form after that collision.
He felt his head swim around as he looked up, wondering what exactly had happened just now.
