Feb 12 2016, 06:44 PM
Rimese walked through Monoceros. It was windy, as always, but the big fox kit had grown used to it. He hardly ever flopped over anymore, something he found he was rather proud of. The wind still tugged at his fur, which was a huge nuisance, but he paid it no mind. Or at least tried to. His red fur was tussled, his eyes sometimes watery from the wind blowing in his face. After some time of walking, he managed to find a partially sheltered place. He quickly moved over to it, and took shelter. He let out a sigh of relief as the wind stopped tugging at his fur so much.
Rimese, unsure of what to do now, began to think. He was, quite frankly, bored. What could he possibly do? He thought back to all that he head met. There was someone who had begun to grow plants on her fur. Maybe he could do something like that? Or maybe something entirely different. Who knew? Might as well try, right? So he closed his eyes and began to focus. But what should he focus on? He decided to focus on his gem. It had to be there for a reason, right? Not just to make him accidentally scratch himself a bit whenever he fell. He focused on it, thinking about making leaves or plants or something sprout, simply because it just felt right.
Rimese, unsure of what to do now, began to think. He was, quite frankly, bored. What could he possibly do? He thought back to all that he head met. There was someone who had begun to grow plants on her fur. Maybe he could do something like that? Or maybe something entirely different. Who knew? Might as well try, right? So he closed his eyes and began to focus. But what should he focus on? He decided to focus on his gem. It had to be there for a reason, right? Not just to make him accidentally scratch himself a bit whenever he fell. He focused on it, thinking about making leaves or plants or something sprout, simply because it just felt right.