In no time, place, or space within the universe or another dimension, do I love that ti
tle. Deep down inside or otherwise. . _.

Moving on. Yuz. Chestnuts were yummy. xD

And I dunno. o 3o Mr British goes out to forest? o 3o

Mwahaha.

Btw, you wunt her to be creepy freaky or cute freaky? xD

Lawls. xD

Procrastinating CHeese... Why does that sentence make me laugh so? |D

Mwahhahah, I love it. xD

Yeah, all sounds good to me. :D

Btw, out of her loooooong list of pets, a few he might end up hunting are:

GreatHoof the forest deer,
SmallPaws the grizzly bear cub,
SilverMoon, the wolf pup who's just about reached his full height,
And GreyWing, the raven. :3

xD

She doesn't have a favourite. ;D

SmallPaws is really hyperactive and mischievous though, so most likely to get seen. xD SilverMoon is a little trickster who likes causing trouble, GreyWing is just this bird that she loves talking to and is convinced can understand her and that he uses some secret code that she will crack one day, and GreatHoof is just this. Big deer that likes eating her hair. |D

Lmao, np. xD

No rush. I'm procrastinating on everything else as it is. |3

[[That's epic. xD LMAO. *cough* English obsession *cough* |D]]

I ran bare-footed through the undergrowth, enjoying the feeling of the earth beneath my feet. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped, but it didn't bother me. Neither did the odd swish of fur against my skin as SilverMoon brushed against my legs. This was one reason I didn't live in towns; my clothes were often described as... contraversial.
Ignoring that fact, I remained running, but stopped as I heard a terrible sound far too nearby for my liking. Turning on my heel as quickly as I could, I ran up the trunk of a tree that had fallen without even breaking my stride, and ran through the evergreen part of the forest on the branches, reaching my destination in less than a minute. I hadn't been that far away to begin with, anyway.
Keeping myself low behind some branches, my eyes widened as I saw a hunter, bow in hand, obviously having just shot an arrow. The sound that alerted me of his presence was the cry of a cub, and I felt myself tremble in anger as I saw an arrow through the chest of my beloved friend, SmallPaws.
Leaping down from the tree and pulling a blade out from it's hilt strapped to my hip, I stood protectively in front of SmallPaws, not even bothering to think of how the hunter would react to my way of dress.
I wore a man's worn shirt, plain white, but with quite a few dirt stains and scuffs from playing with SilverMoon just before, and breeches that were loose and cut off at the knee. Odd enough without my bare feet, or the fact that my raven-black hair was cut to my shoulders, taken into account.
After glancing back for just a moment to SmallPaws, I decided there was nothing that could be done to help. He would almost certainly die, but that didn't mean that this hunter filth would get him.
''Who the hell are you, and what do you think you're doing?'' I said, my voice almost a snarl. My piercing green eyes looked intently into the hunter's own, and I decided he looked like a wimp.

''There is need for a blade when you kill my family,'' I replied, glaring at him. The bear cub was dying for sure now, and it's short, shuddering gasps of pain made me pity it, so I turned my head to look softly into it's eyes. There was no hope for it now, all that was happening now was torture.
Turning my back on this 'Prince Lance', I crouched to the ground, and stroked the bear's fur, murmuring softly to it. Without taking my eyes from it's own, I brought my blade up to it's neck and slit it's throat in one clean, swift movement. It was better for him to die quickly than in pain, even if it meant my hands became a little bloodied.
Closing my eyes, I tried my best to ignore the feeling of sickness in my stomach, and was glad to hear light footsteps coming closer. SilverMoon rushed into the clearing, his too-big paws scrambling to keep his footing as he stopped right in front of me.

[[Psh. Still wimpy. |D]]