09-15-2020, 10:13 PM
I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE
Said 'lazy sod' would be mildly miffed if he heard himself be called as such. He knew he had been laying around a lot recently but, to be fair, he was struggling. That and he found it hard to stray too far from his cousin, wishing to be a watchful eye over her. That is what landed him here, approaching the small group of three with interest. He recognized them from their appearance in the home he shared with his younger cousin.
He was surprised to find the feline practicing with a bow and arrow, wondering where she had gotten the supplies. He ought to check his stash when he returned, having a feeling he would find some missing. He would come to a stop beside his cousin, greeting the other two with a nod of his head. He hadn't been able to properly practice in a long while, finding his prosthetic to cause issues. The paw that was now made of plastic had been the one to hold the bow steady before. While he hadn't practiced since they reached the marsh, he had brought the bow and arrow for when the knight decided to pick it up. It had taken some time to adapt but, he was sure that he could get it down again if given a few minutes.
"Are zou 'aving fun?" he would ask, eyes looking at the arrows sticking out of the bark. He hadn't been around for the firing of said arrows so, he could place no critique on her posture. He lifted up on hind paws, front paw pressing against the bark as he squinted at the arrows. Yeah, definitely his. Huffing, he dropped back down to all fours and shook his head, giving her a stern look.
He was surprised to find the feline practicing with a bow and arrow, wondering where she had gotten the supplies. He ought to check his stash when he returned, having a feeling he would find some missing. He would come to a stop beside his cousin, greeting the other two with a nod of his head. He hadn't been able to properly practice in a long while, finding his prosthetic to cause issues. The paw that was now made of plastic had been the one to hold the bow steady before. While he hadn't practiced since they reached the marsh, he had brought the bow and arrow for when the knight decided to pick it up. It had taken some time to adapt but, he was sure that he could get it down again if given a few minutes.
"Are zou 'aving fun?" he would ask, eyes looking at the arrows sticking out of the bark. He hadn't been around for the firing of said arrows so, he could place no critique on her posture. He lifted up on hind paws, front paw pressing against the bark as he squinted at the arrows. Yeah, definitely his. Huffing, he dropped back down to all fours and shook his head, giving her a stern look.
SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
— Reggan