Spring, 4, 513AV
He may not have known about flora, the poisonous fungi, or even the dangerous wild animals, but it was impossible to doubt how much Zantair knew about the gathering of his delicious nuts. He may not have been the greatest forager within the area, but he could manage to gather a small amount, and stash it away, which eventually led to the fair pile he had hidden at the current moment.
Zantair padded through the grass, with the occassional twig brushing against his fur or even catching his bushy tail, which would then drag it with a fair bit of force until it eventually fell to one side or another, losing it's grip on the curled appendage. He made his way forward until he started catching site of a particular large tree, and began to climb. His stubby finger-like claws grasping the tree bark, hoisting him up into the tree rather quickly until he finally sat against the firmness of the tree's lowest limb.
The particular nut he noticed was just on the edge, and a centimeter from the tip of the limb would mean he would plummet down to eventually crash into solid ground, not something he was interested in doing today. He decided it best to go for the, albeit smaller, safer nut, about midway on the extended branch. He scuttled across, lacking all the familiar grace that most would recognise a squirrel to have, instead teetering this way and that as he tried to get closer to his current goal.
He was only an inch further from the nut, a nut which was destined to escape the grasps of the squirrel, when he caught glimpses of an intruder. There was a woman who could definitely be seen closing in on his stash of nuts, Zantair was unquestionably unhappy as he could only come to the conclusion that she was either looking for his stash, exploring and keeping whatever she might find, foraging for food herself, or undoubtedly looking for his stash. Needless to say, he was not happy to let events carry on as they would.
Zantair pushed himself forward, barreling down the tree's bark and like a bull who can see only red, charged his way towards the woman, passing twigs and fungi, climbing over broken limbs and through the forest floor, and upon reaching a close enough distance leapt forward to position himself directly in front of her. He changed to a human form, in all it's naked glory, to better make her aware of his presence, stood up and stretched, glaring at the woman who would dare search for his stash.
"What do you think you are doing? My stash is absolutely, positively not here. You should go look somewhere else!" Perhaps ironically, Zantair had given away to the fact that his stash was indeed around the area, but that was a point Zantair wasn't prepared to notice in the dramatic state he was in.
"Who are you, anyway? I don't recognize you, you look like a stash theif," he stated, not allowing his mind to filter what he was thinking and what he was saying, and perhaps if Zantair was in a slightly less panicked emotional state, he would recognize that it was also perhaps the type of things that would seem childish coming out of a naked middle aged man, Kelvic or not. |
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by Zantair on March 14th, 2013, 2:55 pm 
