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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
By sheer coincidence, Quantum walked past on the way to the library - she needed to return a bundle of Stephen King novels, and she planned on picking up a few more while she was there. The psuedo-melanistic tigress's ears twitched as she heard the small feline's question, her own large body turning slightly as she looked to spot the inquirer in the crowd. Quantum, while technically an extrovert, usually dislikes conversation unless she finds the topics interesting. She usually avoids talking to the chatty members on her way to and from her favorite building, but she knows she'll make an exception for a fellow book-lover, especially since she might manage to have an interesting conversation with the stranger.
As soon as her vermilion gaze spotted Jeanne, the cream tabby dropped down with a crack! Moving quickly, despite how that caused her bundle of books to jostle uncomfortably on her back, she lunged towards the hole in the boardwalk. Much to her annoyance, her size - for one of the very few times in her life - worked against her, as she doubted she'd be able to put her head through the opening without getting stuck.
So, instead, she cups her paw drops her belly to the ground as she shoves her arm into the opening. Suddenly feeling very much like a horse gynecologist, she stretches her shoulder as far as she can. "Latch onto my paw!" she ordered, her voice as stern as a drill sergeant despite how ridiculous she feels - she starts to wonder if she should have simply jumped off the side. Either way, as soon as she felt Jeanne hold on, she'd attempt to yank the tiny cat up and safely back onto the boardwalk.
As soon as her vermilion gaze spotted Jeanne, the cream tabby dropped down with a crack! Moving quickly, despite how that caused her bundle of books to jostle uncomfortably on her back, she lunged towards the hole in the boardwalk. Much to her annoyance, her size - for one of the very few times in her life - worked against her, as she doubted she'd be able to put her head through the opening without getting stuck.
So, instead, she cups her paw drops her belly to the ground as she shoves her arm into the opening. Suddenly feeling very much like a horse gynecologist, she stretches her shoulder as far as she can. "Latch onto my paw!" she ordered, her voice as stern as a drill sergeant despite how ridiculous she feels - she starts to wonder if she should have simply jumped off the side. Either way, as soon as she felt Jeanne hold on, she'd attempt to yank the tiny cat up and safely back onto the boardwalk.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM