06-12-2008, 08:28 PM
ooc: no problem I can relate 
The urge to indulge in a good old catnap was becoming increasingly engaging to the British mix with each passing moment spent in her bough wrought comfort zone. Allowing her tail to curl about her paws loosely, the wooly banner served as the perfect minuscule blanket against the cooled environment. Folding her arms limply over the two lump mound created by her creased knees, with this action and her swaddling tail combined Toulouse had created the perfect little bubble of warmth.
Permitting her eyes to become hooded with the weight of lethargy, as such was common for the girl she began to hum gently as they went about closing. Also as usual though the tune was measureless and hard to predict, but all the same it helped the brunet get to a place of conscious relaxation.
However total relaxation wasn’t to be Tully’s just yet at least as a worrisome gnat suddenly set about violating her ears. Crumbling the fixtures defensively, unfortunately for the young Avris the trick just didn’t work. Eventually moved to unfasten her eyes once more, the girl quickly set about attacking the air that bordered her body. Dang fly. Cursing lightly under her breath as she went about batting, it was only when Tully felt her position on the branch wane that she was forced to reconnect with the world outside of the battle and her created paradise. Whoa Nelly! Instinctively drawing her claws into the bark it was with a bit of luck on her side that Toulouse managed to stay fixed firmly to her place.
Heaving a sigh of relief, while she was now safe and sound the adult’s concentration had indeed been lost. Adorning a tired and aggravated expression Tully allowed her twilight inspired gaze to flutter back down to earth where she was greeted with yet another distraction. Oh great another bother. Of course on these terms whether or not Tully was disturbed was entirely up to her, but seeing as she was a nosy little being the choice might as well have been in the other party’s hands. Checking the air for the girl’s natural recommence, it didn’t take long for Toulouse to figure out the basics. She was indeed a female, considerably young, and yet most importantly of all she wasn’t a member of the pack. Well that’s strange. Giving her head a good scratch, the Southerner as always was quick to draft up a conclusion.
Yo there, this chick was trespassing, this is private property you know little darlin'. Or at least that’s what Toulouse assumed. After all the leader her greeter her at the borders with a stoic sensibility so she could only guess that such treatment was routine. Not to mention little miss Frosty treatin’ me so sour back there even though I was a member. Suddenly resolved to do her part in keeping out the rift raft, while Tully was no where near as stoic as those before her that wasn’t to say that she didn’t have her own methods.
Descending from the tree far less gracefully than she had arrived, it was nothing short of a miracle that the British mix managed to land on her feet. Taking out a minuet to collect herself and her shawl, the young adult had tied the wrap loosely around her waist before making the short jog to meet up with the dark woman. Howdy name’s Toulouse Avris, offering the girl a genial smile, the Corvus also extended her own chocolate hand in greetings, I don’t know if yall’s aware of this or not but you’ve stumbled into Twilight Vale.
The urge to indulge in a good old catnap was becoming increasingly engaging to the British mix with each passing moment spent in her bough wrought comfort zone. Allowing her tail to curl about her paws loosely, the wooly banner served as the perfect minuscule blanket against the cooled environment. Folding her arms limply over the two lump mound created by her creased knees, with this action and her swaddling tail combined Toulouse had created the perfect little bubble of warmth.
Permitting her eyes to become hooded with the weight of lethargy, as such was common for the girl she began to hum gently as they went about closing. Also as usual though the tune was measureless and hard to predict, but all the same it helped the brunet get to a place of conscious relaxation.
However total relaxation wasn’t to be Tully’s just yet at least as a worrisome gnat suddenly set about violating her ears. Crumbling the fixtures defensively, unfortunately for the young Avris the trick just didn’t work. Eventually moved to unfasten her eyes once more, the girl quickly set about attacking the air that bordered her body. Dang fly. Cursing lightly under her breath as she went about batting, it was only when Tully felt her position on the branch wane that she was forced to reconnect with the world outside of the battle and her created paradise. Whoa Nelly! Instinctively drawing her claws into the bark it was with a bit of luck on her side that Toulouse managed to stay fixed firmly to her place.
Heaving a sigh of relief, while she was now safe and sound the adult’s concentration had indeed been lost. Adorning a tired and aggravated expression Tully allowed her twilight inspired gaze to flutter back down to earth where she was greeted with yet another distraction. Oh great another bother. Of course on these terms whether or not Tully was disturbed was entirely up to her, but seeing as she was a nosy little being the choice might as well have been in the other party’s hands. Checking the air for the girl’s natural recommence, it didn’t take long for Toulouse to figure out the basics. She was indeed a female, considerably young, and yet most importantly of all she wasn’t a member of the pack. Well that’s strange. Giving her head a good scratch, the Southerner as always was quick to draft up a conclusion.
Yo there, this chick was trespassing, this is private property you know little darlin'. Or at least that’s what Toulouse assumed. After all the leader her greeter her at the borders with a stoic sensibility so she could only guess that such treatment was routine. Not to mention little miss Frosty treatin’ me so sour back there even though I was a member. Suddenly resolved to do her part in keeping out the rift raft, while Tully was no where near as stoic as those before her that wasn’t to say that she didn’t have her own methods.
Descending from the tree far less gracefully than she had arrived, it was nothing short of a miracle that the British mix managed to land on her feet. Taking out a minuet to collect herself and her shawl, the young adult had tied the wrap loosely around her waist before making the short jog to meet up with the dark woman. Howdy name’s Toulouse Avris, offering the girl a genial smile, the Corvus also extended her own chocolate hand in greetings, I don’t know if yall’s aware of this or not but you’ve stumbled into Twilight Vale.