He was getting to the point where, after several days of being followed by the retarded cheetah and her little friend, he just wanted to smack someone upside the head. It didn’t have to be anybody in particular, though the offender would have been a nice target, he just needed to vent on something.
Anything.
Naturally, he had to assume that the female, given her odd disposition for following along after him even when he made it flat-out obvious he wasn’t interested in her ‘company’ would still be around the area somewhere.
Which allowed him to start scouring the area surrounding his given location. Hmm, no little brown tails sticking out from behind rocks, no giggling females, no…
….
…….
Anything.
There was just something about looking around the immediate radius and not even finding the one thing that had been nagging both him and the back of his mind for the last period of time. Two weeks? Three? It was hard to imagine it had been much longer than that.
And it wasn’t as though she’d gotten very much better at hiding during that time. So where in the hell had she ran off to?
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Had it been what he’d said to her? Had it really stung that much? He couldn’t imagine. While certainly he had learned very little more than her name, and that she had one hell of an odd mother, there was sort of a.. lingering emptiness now that she’d gone from his life. Had all of that annoyance really been because of her?
Or was it because he hadn’t embraced company that had actually wanted him?
Aeron sighed deeply and took up a perch on a rock that lingered in the area, standing solitarily, curling up on it and resting his head on his paws, a frown painted on his face and his expression flat.
Somehow, he knew he wasn’t going to find out.
Ever.
There was very little chance he’d ever be meeting the little ‘Knight’ cheetah ever again.
