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There was a tiny voice in his mind, yelling at him, asking him what are you doing? Are you serious? But he ignored it. His head was no use listening to, either; it was too mangled, confused, and disconnected. Funk's voice sent a shiver down his spine, made his fur prickle, but still made butterflies dance in his stomach. Everything wasn't quite right with him--yet at the same time, it was. He was a strange amalgamation, a dance with the devil. Wolftumble let out a small, inaudible sigh at the new space. It was cold, yet relieving. He no longer felt the creeping sense of claustrophobia, yet he now felt lonely. As if there were too much space. He didn't move, didn't say anything more. His feet threatened to trip over themselves, and to give his mind a slight distraction from the growing anxiety, he focused on them. He was already making such a fool to himself, no need to add to it.
"Has anyone else had this stuff?" He asked, quietly, cautiously. Stupid question, of course.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 9, 2020 18:30:00 GMT -5
If he thought it was dumb, Funk didn't show it. It was all familiar, the waltz that has played a hundred times in his life. The kind of dance he had practiced over and over. Like learning to ride a bike, he never really forgot it. Not that much matched up to the feeling of the wind in his hair as he rode for the first time.
"Yep. I'll show you exactly how I make it too. You can run all the ingredients by..." Funk's head tilted. "Let me see, is Greythorn still kicking? Probably. Too stubborn to die. Anyway, you can run it by him and he can identify everything in it." The more confidence he gave, the more assurance, the less likely Wolftumble was to run. Just to keep leading him on. Even if he was cute, the kind of cute he wanted to destroy.
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POSTEDJun 6, 2020 13:39:43 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"I--alright. . ." his voice trailed, leaving, on his part, an uneasy silence. Would he run them by Graythorn? Probably not--the tom was slightly intimidating with his snappiness. A part of him laughed at how ridiculous he was--flocking to strangers because they whispered a few nice words, made his heart flutter a tad and his stomach twist. It was strange, because they only met this very night.
"Uhm--" he paused for a moment, grasping at his words, "will you be. . . will you be coming back?" His words were quiet--he didn't want to pester after all. But he wanted to see the tom again. "I mean you don't have too, but--but it would be nice. . ." A part of him wanted to follow Funk to the ends of the earth, but that was stupid--they had only just met. He couldn't tell if what he was feeling was normal, he did tend to fall pretty hard.
(whoops this took forever--sorry :,) just tryna get back in the swing of things.)
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 11, 2020 18:33:32 GMT -5
(it's okay, i am too)
When they reached the top of the cliff, it was pretty easy to find all the herbs Funk needed. One pro of the mountain clans was just how fertile the ground was. And also was knowing where the gardens were. But the bengal only took a few, enough to be noticed but not so to be missed. As he laid each stalk or leaf in front of Wolftumble, his ears stretched up at the question. Looking up and tilting head, hearing the stuttered words. It was a shame he couldn't just steal the tom away now, have his cake and eat it too. But there was fun in waiting, in dragging it out and depriving himself. "Of course, whenever you want." He purred, voice smooth as the last few herbs were sorted.
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POSTEDJun 13, 2020 0:30:04 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
He watched, curious, unsure, as the tom placed the various plants in front of his paws. His paws shifted with unease, tail twitching with anxiety. He stared for a bit longer than he probably should have, doubting just about every decision he's made to lead him here. Nothing new there. He sent a quick glance up to Funk. He felt strangely uncomfortable, and he wasn't quite sure if it was the tom's gaze or his situation.
"They're . . . fine, right?" He asked, mostly just for something to say. Come on, just eat them. He hesitated a millisecond longer, not giving Funk time to reply before bowing his head and taking in the herbs. He sat up, tilting his head. They didn't taste very good, and certainly didn't do anything right away. He felt a little strange, but nothing to make him forget.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 17, 2020 17:59:24 GMT -5
Funk didn't even notice Wolftumble's fidgeting, rolling the stems between his claws. Each brimmed with vitality, not letting themselves be easily crushed. It was exactly what he wanted. Now he needed to grind them down, setting the few before turning away to find a stone. "Yeah, they are--" The bengal started before his ears swiveled back at the sound of a crunch. "Wha-" He spun around only to see him eat the herbs. It was quick, but a part of his lip pulled back into a sneer before the other joined to make it more of a smile. "It'll take a few minutes as they get absorbed into your bloodstream. Anything more instant is a bit... out of your league right now."
