Creeping around the morphing shadows of the field’s outskirts was a fun pastime of Chem’s, especially lately. Although he’s found nothing delicious or prize worthy as of late, still, it is mildly entertaining to explore the place. This place is one of the only untouched places among Beqanna, remaining its archaic self throughout all of the disruptions, destruction and reforming of Beqanna’s skeleton. It isn’t the Mountain that is the meaty heart of Beqanna, but the Field, eh? He always loves to muse little nothings as he wanders around with keen eyes taking in the details of his surroundings.
A flash of midnight blue swiftly moving in the distance brings his attention to it and he stops to observe for a minute. The breeze brings her smell right to him and he takes in a greedy inhale. “Oh, yes yes.” he purr-growls beneath his slow breath and a grin spreads to the corners of his muzzle.
If she wasn’t aware of him he snorted to make sure she did, to announce his approach, per say. He says nothing, his wide feet breaking twigs and crunching leaves loud enough for her to tell he was coming forward to close the gap between them. When he draws close and if she hasn’t started to flee (and he would give chase) then he gives her a cordial “Hello there miss.” He steps at a semi-respectable distance. “Beautiful night to wander, isn’t it?”
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
@[Helsinki]
