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¤ Apache ¤ >Whispers< + Dragan +
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Date Posted: 16:31:32 09/20/01 Thu
¤ Orics of the mysterious she-beast roamed nonchalantly. Little worried her. All was well within the herd. Orics fell 'pon growing offspring. Pride within felt at frisking figure of the young. Little now he came to nudge 'pon her flank, requesting to nurse. Though he was quite young and coltish, he had an aire of gentle dignity about him. He too felt the wind whisper. Apache noted this. Etrus had surrounded her for the last few days, but another young was not wanted. Turning away from Danger and the harem, stocky two toned trekked towards water. Her missing presence may not be noticed, and if it was, she would meet any punishment that stood. Water was not too far off. Soon femina lowered plush to sip the refreshing liquid. Satisfied, she stood, sighing contentedly, oars flickering, taking in the sounds and whispers of the breeze ¤
>Tender steps 'pon terra firma came from limber pistons of the young rogue. Orics searched for the missing figure. Though he was over a year old now, his dam had not had another young, and still the warm liquid flowed from within her flanks. He was not dependant on the femora for food, nor protection, yet her presence alone was a comfort. Twins fluttered and flicker curiously, the wind whispered to him alone. Steed observed the lead bruja intently. He had learned earlier never to earn her wrath, for when it fell, it twas heavy. Yet he yearned to track after his dam. Snorting softly, orics set 'pon the bruja, he waited patiently <
+ Golden tawny bruja felt orbs 'pon her. Turning, coldly, seeming to mutter to herself, she met the gaze of the young rogue. He was the offspring of her dear former companion. And though they rarely had a chance to meet during the day, bruja admitted to missing the two-toned. The offspring of hers had been punished a few times. Too often he wondered off, listening gaily to the winds. Scratches and scars bore the punishment he had felt from her. Yet, she met those orics and knew. The harem too needed water. Trotting labouredly towards the boar, snort was given, requesting to herd the harem forth t'wards the water stream. Little submission was shown, for the bruja was still angered about the young life within her that was such a inconveniance. She had found that her formerly limber and lean body was in the shape of a large barrel, she had noted with disgust +
(ooc: been sooo busy lately...)
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