Date Posted:00:10:17 07/04/02 Thu Author: Yajer Subject: Ho-ly.... air sick... In reply to:
Donovan
's message, "*The Takothe leaps to the ground easily*" on 15:35:37 07/03/02 Wed
The young white, no longer pretending surety, falls off the Kilven gracelessly and barely managed to pad his fall by landing on his tail. One six-fingered pawhand pressed to his stomach, the other's claws embedded into the floor, Yajer stares at the ground for a long, long moment. "My compliments to the litter," he mutters without looking up, "and my sincerest apologies that I won't be looking to Link with a Kilven." After a few swallows and deep breaths, the short male staggers upright, unkinks his tail, and looks over at the new arrival curiously.
