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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][font=times new roman]Long claws curled into the earth, a lean body arching and jaws cracking open in a long yawn as Leži stretched out, his scarred frame pulling taut and muscles rippling tensely beneath a short, white pelt. Wide ears twitched and flicked backwards, the tips curling in seemingly, and he revelled in the burn as he pulled himself backwards, pushing his paws away from himself. Sleeping in such an awkward position as the one he'd rested in the night before had its drawbacks -- i.e. the stiffness the next morning -- but it did mean he got to stretch as such, and the pleasure he got from such an action far outweighed the discomfort of curling oddly in a smaller space than he was almost capable of fitting into.
The albino serval had recovered from a hangover he'd experienced the day before, and was finally ready to slide back into action. Rising fully to his paws, Leži glanced around, wondering which way would be the best to head for prey.
[size=2pt] #leziharbringer