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He really didn’t have a preference. Lounging lazily with the little wild dog hadn’t been much different from any other infatuation he’d had over the past couple of years. It was probably enough to turn more then a few feline heads- but who was Jaden to discriminate? Sure, sometimes the mechanics of such relations had to be thoroughly plotted out before he even dared engage a lady in conversation, but for the most part, he had all the major lovelies pretty batten down.
Well. Except a particular ostrich which had been all but impossible, not that [surprisingly], the lady hadn’t been willing. What could he say? He liked the legs.
And so it was that a particularly languid Jaden rested himself in the towering canopies, his eyes half open. He was partially asleep- dreaming those bizarre, not-quite-dreams. He needed to speak to Amy about something… bats, and somewhat. He probably would have fallen totally asleep right there, had it not been for a shrill voice calling to him down below.
“You there!” His fur practically stood on end as he bolted aright, wide and vibrant blue eyes flashing about to identify the source of the calling. “Yes, you. With the dumb face. Get down here!”
Jaden shook his head, trying to force out what sleep remained in him. It was too early for this. But, that said, Jaden was not all too surprised to hear harsh voices being directed at him. As sly as the young leopard played to be, it did not always have preferable consequences. “I hear you,” He drawled sluggishly, licking his paw as if he had been busy doing other things. “Who are you to pull me down?”
“I didn’t ask for conversation! I said, you get down here!” The voice returned from below the canopy. Jaden cast a careful glance on either side of him, not quite yet sure how this shrill voiced figure was even managing to see him amidst all the growth.
“Fine, fine.” He yawned, digging his nails into the sweet bark. “Always drama,” He mumbled to himself.
Scaling the tops of the trees wasn’t an issue for the bold male- or any leopard really. While not capable of walking vertically, he was more then adept at walking down the sidewards twisting vines and shoots. But even with such carefully managed skills, it took him quite a few moments until he was able to even scarcely see the cause of the voice.
She started like a blur- and really, this was only due to her bright coat. She looked something like a flower against the grass, but Jaden knew very well that no flower had the voice of a baying cow. As he descended, he tried to remember any pinkly ladies he’d perhaps recently offended.
There’d been a flamingo, he admitted to himself, and groaned lowly.
But, it was not a flamingo that waited for the red male. Instead, a very agitated looking pink cheetah sat at the end of the tree’s shifting roots. She had some sort of adornment of feathers on top her head, however, so he tried to excuse himself of the confusion.
Not bad, for such a horrible, mind gnashing voice. “My, you have sharp eyes to see me from all the way-“
She shut him up by racing her paw. “Please.” A bit dumbfounded, Jaden kept his mouth shut. Once she seemed sure that the fellow wasn’t about to interrupt her, the lean looking cheetah circled him with a bitter expression. “I’m afraid I’m lost among these wretched brambles.” The cheetah remarked flatly. “I’m due to visit my nephew, and this absolutely will not do.”
“Oh?” Jaden scoffed, somewhat slighted at having his beloved wood being called a bramble, but he let it pass. Why was it he never seemed to routinely attract lovely bell voiced dames? “…uh…” He paused, swaying his ears. “I suppose you want me to do something about that?”
“Well of course, it doesn’t seem like you’re doing anything of importance. I can’t stand to see people just lazing around, like there’s not enough going around.” She chided.
Jaden purred, and rolled over. “Perahps I don’t know the way~”
The cheetah snorted, and lifted her nose. “Uff. Would be that there isn’t any halfway respectable creature outside of a baboon in these parts.”
“Why didn’t you ask the baboon for help then?” He questioned. He didn’t know of any baboons, but, the idea did amuse him. He wondered what lady baboons might have been like…
“Trust a baboon? Halfway to murder, more like. Get up, you should at least know one path out of this dirty place.”
“Well, you’re lucky I happen to be a sucker.” Jaden remarked flatly, and twisted his tail. “And what, pray tell, is your name?”
The cheetah balked and turned towards him, looking slightly indignant at even being asked. “My name is Kissimmee.”
Of course, Jaden thought to himself. But then again, he’d never been discriminating.
Well. Except a particular ostrich which had been all but impossible, not that [surprisingly], the lady hadn’t been willing. What could he say? He liked the legs.
And so it was that a particularly languid Jaden rested himself in the towering canopies, his eyes half open. He was partially asleep- dreaming those bizarre, not-quite-dreams. He needed to speak to Amy about something… bats, and somewhat. He probably would have fallen totally asleep right there, had it not been for a shrill voice calling to him down below.
“You there!” His fur practically stood on end as he bolted aright, wide and vibrant blue eyes flashing about to identify the source of the calling. “Yes, you. With the dumb face. Get down here!”
Jaden shook his head, trying to force out what sleep remained in him. It was too early for this. But, that said, Jaden was not all too surprised to hear harsh voices being directed at him. As sly as the young leopard played to be, it did not always have preferable consequences. “I hear you,” He drawled sluggishly, licking his paw as if he had been busy doing other things. “Who are you to pull me down?”
“I didn’t ask for conversation! I said, you get down here!” The voice returned from below the canopy. Jaden cast a careful glance on either side of him, not quite yet sure how this shrill voiced figure was even managing to see him amidst all the growth.
“Fine, fine.” He yawned, digging his nails into the sweet bark. “Always drama,” He mumbled to himself.
Scaling the tops of the trees wasn’t an issue for the bold male- or any leopard really. While not capable of walking vertically, he was more then adept at walking down the sidewards twisting vines and shoots. But even with such carefully managed skills, it took him quite a few moments until he was able to even scarcely see the cause of the voice.
She started like a blur- and really, this was only due to her bright coat. She looked something like a flower against the grass, but Jaden knew very well that no flower had the voice of a baying cow. As he descended, he tried to remember any pinkly ladies he’d perhaps recently offended.
There’d been a flamingo, he admitted to himself, and groaned lowly.
But, it was not a flamingo that waited for the red male. Instead, a very agitated looking pink cheetah sat at the end of the tree’s shifting roots. She had some sort of adornment of feathers on top her head, however, so he tried to excuse himself of the confusion.
Not bad, for such a horrible, mind gnashing voice. “My, you have sharp eyes to see me from all the way-“
She shut him up by racing her paw. “Please.” A bit dumbfounded, Jaden kept his mouth shut. Once she seemed sure that the fellow wasn’t about to interrupt her, the lean looking cheetah circled him with a bitter expression. “I’m afraid I’m lost among these wretched brambles.” The cheetah remarked flatly. “I’m due to visit my nephew, and this absolutely will not do.”
“Oh?” Jaden scoffed, somewhat slighted at having his beloved wood being called a bramble, but he let it pass. Why was it he never seemed to routinely attract lovely bell voiced dames? “…uh…” He paused, swaying his ears. “I suppose you want me to do something about that?”
“Well of course, it doesn’t seem like you’re doing anything of importance. I can’t stand to see people just lazing around, like there’s not enough going around.” She chided.
Jaden purred, and rolled over. “Perahps I don’t know the way~”
The cheetah snorted, and lifted her nose. “Uff. Would be that there isn’t any halfway respectable creature outside of a baboon in these parts.”
“Why didn’t you ask the baboon for help then?” He questioned. He didn’t know of any baboons, but, the idea did amuse him. He wondered what lady baboons might have been like…
“Trust a baboon? Halfway to murder, more like. Get up, you should at least know one path out of this dirty place.”
“Well, you’re lucky I happen to be a sucker.” Jaden remarked flatly, and twisted his tail. “And what, pray tell, is your name?”
The cheetah balked and turned towards him, looking slightly indignant at even being asked. “My name is Kissimmee.”
Of course, Jaden thought to himself. But then again, he’d never been discriminating.
