Skxawng (![]() ![]() @ 2015-03-14 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, jake sully, ~aaron cross |
Who: Jake and Aaron
Where: Aaron's house
What: Jake's a cat.
When: Saturday Afternoon
Rating: Warning for standard Jake&Aaron stuff (swearing etc)
Open: No?
Status: WIP
Jake hissed at himself as he smacked into the leg of Aaron's coffee table for the fifth time in a row, and sat his ass down on the floor with a thud. His tail lashed angrily behind him, his ears flicking angrily, and he wondered how the hell this was so damn difficult. Taronyu and Gwen and Humungosaur all made it look so easy, but here he was, tripping over his own paws like a skxawng. It was kinda like his body had been drinking non-stop for the past three days, but hadn't bothered telling his brain.
He knew it couldn't be his legs, not any more. He'd gone out running for a couple hours before dawn when the sun wasn't there to hurt his eyes (finally managing his long-awaited run on the beach after how long?) and his legs were great. Better than great, it was as if he'd never been shot. And to be fair, his back legs at the moment weren't the problem. His front legs were just all over the place.
Nothing for it but practice, practice, practice, he told himself, and stood up again. He would make it from the coffee table to the doorway without bumping into any more furniture or walking into the skirting boards. He would. Anything to keep his mind from the hunger gnawing away at him.