Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170416205858/@comment-26854056-20170416215659

Ham &amp; Cheese Omen wrote: Usakii wrote: Buttons sat on top of a tree, somehow managing to get his tiny body stuck in a fork on the plant's branches. He huffed, attempting to tug himself out for the twentieth time that day only to flop back on the bark, biting at it in "payback" as a leaf brushed across his snootle.

This little fluffball of rage wasnt going to back down that easily, chewing on a piece of foliage that managed to flutter his way absentmindedly. One more tug out of the branch, and he'll be scot free! Just you se-

His attempts failed.

He fell down the fork, only to get his antlers stuck in the bark. Buttons screeched like a squirrel on steroids as he "fought" the towering tree, which was only a meter tall. ''The elegant Peryton peacefully glided through the sky, taking in the calming sea breeze. She swerved her body once she noticed a Pegasus hide in a cloud, only peeking her eyes from it. That was strange. The creature tilted her head before she descended to a field of her favorite flora: Carnations. It was surprising that such a rarity of a flower can be in one secluded area, but she didn't care.''

''Cadence perked her ears at the sound of muffled grunts and profanities, turning her head to the direction of the sound. The Peryton carefully made her way through the field of Carnations, entering the woods as a silhouette of a small antlered creature became clear.'' The tiny Wolpertinger screeched madly, almost frothing at the mouth in anger as he tried to get his antlers out of this dammed branch. Although he was small and fluffy, he could handle himself! ...Even though it was that mentality that brought him here in the first place. Flying at a low level with high speed with such itty-bitty-wings wouldn't exactly work out the best. But that's fine. Button is a young, independent Wolpertinger who don't need no man!

Come on- Two more tugs- Three...

It didn't budge. But at least he managed to get himself out of the fork in the branch. His antlers were literally inside the plant so deep that the Wolpertinger had to be as straight as a board to try and wiggle out of the mess. Being "defeated by an enemy much greater as he was, although the sapling was a whopping height of one meter tall" he flopped down, looking like an obnoxiously fuzzy hat hung onto a coat hanger.

Buttons looked more like a female baby pup than his actual age, that added with his cute almost sickeningly sweet face certainly made the profanities that could be made out with his squeaky voice all the much more unexpected. Like taking a sip of milk when you're lactose intolerant.

"GoD FU- *Unintelligible screeching*"