Who told you to come romp with me?
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Hello =] [Points: 3]


This was her first time in successfully climbing a tree. She remembered doing it once when she was high, and failing. She fell flat on her back that time, and never tried it again until now. Now she wasn’t high, though, so maybe that was why she hadn’t fallen yet. She was a little shaky and nervous because it was quite high off the ground.

Axelle positioned herself comfortably on the thick tree branch to wear she was sitting stably with her legs swinging. She had a small, pink flower in one of her hands that she managed not to crush in the process. She looked at it with awe. The colors were amazing. There were so many pinks in its small leaves that they almost all meshed together. She had to look closely to see every one.

The tree she was in sat on top of a cute, small hill that overlooked the rest of Seabreeze Brink. The tree was rather tall, and where Axelle sat she could see various rivers and a few lakes in the distance. The grass all around the area was greener than could be, probably because the ground was so moist. Axelle fixed her position so where as now she was sitting along the branch with her legs outstretched and crossed, and her back leaning against the trunk.

She sighed and began picking the petals off the little flower one by one. ”To find love… To not find love…” The pink petals floated down from the tree onto the ground. For a small flower, it had a lot of petals. She continued, kind of in a daze, speaking in a low tone, ”To find love…” She wished it were that easy. Just to make a decision and… BAM! There’s your choice right in front of you. But unfortunately, this is real life and with decision making comes seeking the actual action out. The petals kept falling from the tree as she picked them, scattering themselves all around the trunk of the tree and on the ground nearby. Some even floated farther throughout the air to other places not on this hill.

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Galileo will probably be grumpy throughout but it's just him XD


As if the day hadn't started out unsavoury it sure was getting there now. Waking up to a bloody cockral crowing and the dumb tabby cat making an unholy noise at the shop door. Looking for food or something it was. Galileo didn't know why exactly, but he figured it had been food since when he threw the rabbit fat scraps away the noise ceased. Iven had been out early, therefore his clothes were not ready and breakfast was similarly unprepared. Each episode brought on a growling bout that morning.


The start had not been ideal, far from it and the least he expected was for the afternoon to follow suit. But as he strode along far from home (at least for him) a sprinkling of tiny pink petals showering him in the face. The roosted along his muzzle and in his ears, causing a low, growl to erupt from behind his gritted jaws. 'Jesus christ!' The sound belted out throughout Seabreeze Brink, or at least around the close proximity of Galileo. Including the hill which stood not so far away from him. But he didn't care who heard him, or if anybody did. He was just angry and happy enough to show it.


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Lmfao, I love how he’s just screaming into the abyss xD


The femme was so lost in her petal picking that the shout that rose from a far someone had almost made her fall off her tree branch. It could’ve been the end of her successful tree climb, all in the matter of seconds. The noise came and went, echoing on other far away objects as it left. Axelle sat up and threw her stem into the wind, which floated away, too, in the wind.

She looked out into the horizon, not seeing anyone at first. Then she saw a figure somewhat close and far at the same time. He looked somewhat familiar. The scent, which told her he was male, and the colors of his pelt looked like something she had encountered before. She hadn’t moved from her tree branch, but belted equally loud, ”Who goes there?!” She found that she spoke strangely sometimes; maybe it was her different moods that changed her speech. She didn’t use ‘who goes there’ often, but it seemed appropriate for right now. Especially since the brute had disrupted her from deep thinking along with her appropriate petal-picking.

She leaned as far as she could out of the tree, without falling off her branch. She saw the figure, but couldn’t tell if he was looking her way or if he was oblivious to her beckoning. She would try again, ”Hello?” This time it wasn’t so loud as the first, since she wasn’t as surprised because she saw the one who caused it.


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yeah, he's dumb like that XD


Another voice sounded out as he stalked up the hill in a fierce temper. His large strides ate up the distance with little effort. 'What?' he hissed, his voice dangerously low in tone. The voice was female, he didn't really think to note her gender from her voice but scent was enough to notify him. He swore he had met her before, but ignorant as he was, he didn't notice the connection. Not even the colourful pelt prompted his memory but then again he never really remembered people he met unless they were good for something. So the last time they met must have been boring if he couldn't remember who the hell she was.


'What the... hell' he growled softly, 'Why on earth are you sodding about with flowers?' His voice was only tinted with anger, but it was still evident. Who on earth threw petals off of a hill towards an unsuspecting victim. Granted it was just biodegradable stuff but it was mainly the fact that the stuff was girly and, well, flowery. His blumine eyes narrowed as the grumbling stopped. There wasn't much point in carrying on, he'd gotten his point across in a few short words.


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