Of course, of COURSE! Of all the godDAMNED ways I come in here through it's through the fucking! FUCKING! Forest! Serves me right for trying to find a home, huh? Huh?! When I finally find him and get my fucking claws around his neck I swear I'll - deep breaths Ghia, deep breaths. This is friendly territory here! The light-furred Russian blue, with his pitiful attempt at a smile, had his paws delicately enclosed in a casing of ice, blade-like icicles beneath his paws acting as skates that took him gliding over bumps in twigs and rocks as the ice beneath him followed his every move.
I'm here! I'm here dammit FINALLY! Fuck trying to find this place! Who the hell lives surrounded by all these fucking mountains? And they WONDER why no one visits them? I think going to have a goddamn stroke if I fuckin' - IF I FUCKIN'! But through a sudden, incessant bout of the sweats, his deep brown eyes flickered to-and-fro around the territory, ceasing his ice elemental to allow himself to push up his red-rimmed glasses. Ooh they're here alright, I sense them for sure. Wonder how much longer it'll take me to be standing here on their border before one comes to say hello. He tapped a paw rhythmically against the ground, humming for the briefest of moments before squeezing his mouth and spastically shivering, inhaling sharply before letting out an enraged yell, "HEY IS SOMEONE GOING TO COME FUCKING GREET ME OR WHAT? I'M GOING TO LOSE IT JUST WAITING HERE!" Oh dammit, dammit! Nice going you moron!