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Date Posted: 22:33:22 01/18/03 Sat
Author: Pasionaria
Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.79
Subject: lesson



A red fox sat down delicately, wrapping her tail around herself. A larger fox, Cesare, circled the group of siblings. "We will cross this damned field by sunrise, and by then we will have three sacrafices hanging from our jaws, ready for the Rising Of The Sun Ritual. Does everyone understand?"



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[> taught in vain.. -- mucrakle and teshuwqah, 23:45:53 01/18/03 Sat (64.12.96.76)

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teshuwqah
mucrakle


the stoic female examines Cesare with the expression of boredom lingering within otherwise empty depths of dark spheres, her skull making a nodding gesture, but otherwise, she is silent. settled in a seated position upon the plains, she eyes her surroundings with disguised interest, examining whatever else might be out in the dead of night with apparent boredom. "we wont if we dont get started right away, Cesare." her voice is inbetween blissful emptiness and a hint of mockery, but, then again, she is so unreadable and so unpredictable that she could not be charged with disrespect. oh no, she mooned over Cesare just like the rest. she was his puppet...and he the puppeteer.

the once chubby male is now a slender, sleek, but also smaller then the other masculines in the litter. also rather hyperactive and without a hint of an idea what grace and dignity is, he occupies himself by immaturely chasing his tail like a dog might, eagerly attempting to capture the bushy object with sharp, lethal fangs, and he ends up yowling with pain when he does. whimpering softly he licks at his tail frantically, attempting to make it 'forgive him' for harming it. the whimpers die away into a respectful silence when Cesare speaks, and then his eyes narrow faintly into a mild glower at Teshuwqah when she questions the wonderful Cesare's authority mildly...but still, it was questioning authority. huffing faintly he continues licking at his tail, still trying to make the bone there stop its blasted throbbing sensations of pain.

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[> ... Entrada and Followment ... -- Jeremiad & Maverick, 09:49:20 01/22/03 Wed (207.166.3.62)


~ Bright rust colored babe travelled afterward the o'ers, curved aud' prick, growing mane spread out just were cheeks were, and snout was slender and lengthy, no much unlike torso, which held a graced sleekness, black nose quivered momentarily as jowls part, sharp tiny canines shown whenever pink tongue resided within the confinments of jawbone, head tilted in muse agreement, stepping toward Teshuwqah, alabaster socks were only a tad dirty as he peered toward the Alpha ~ -Jeremiad



^ A larger youth strode behind the others, taking his time, not lazily but slowly, cupped indicators perk, pads flowing over the terrain, pacing behind Jeremiad, a bit stockier and taller, but the same ago none the less as he paused, spheres shifting upward toward Ceaser at his words ~ -Maverick

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[> [> follow the leader? /\ i dont agree with your fall from grace.. -- cesare, mucrakle and teshuwqah, 22:45:37 01/23/03 Thu (152.163.188.195)

eyes flicker to Jeremiad with mild interest, her lips curving into a sly like smirk at Mucrakle's misfortune, almost managing to come off as entertained for such an occurance that was his own fault. she continues eyeing Cesare with black stained eyes, the expresion that should be upon her facade completely vacant. attention flickers to the largest masculine of the litter, and then the rest of the foxes, mentally making a tally of who is who and where. "are we leaving then, Cesare?" she questions coolly.

fox in authority emits a soft growl at the female whose taunting words are beginning to gnaw upon his nerves, and he spins upon her haughtily. "we shall leave soon enough, Teshuwqah." he growls, seeking to faze the frighteningly empty youth, but of course, he earns no response.

the youth watches with wide eyes, emitting a gentle whimper at the thought of another confrontation within their little gathering. with a whine he crawls to crouch behind the protection of Maverick, his little noises of distress fleeing from his lips in a bubbling mass of cries and yelps, begging for another fight to cease.

a soft sigh is given as she finally yields beneath the larger, older, and stronger masculine's fiery hot glare. "of course, Cesare...i was merely suggesting...but i suppose that doesnt matter, now does it?" she questions in a gentle murmur, her black stained lips curving upward into a near mocking grin, sharp fangs reflecting the faint moonlight.

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[> be nice -- Pasionaria, 00:01:35 01/27/03 Mon (172.155.36.252)




The quiet fox moves closer to Cesare, nosing at the fur on his neck and chest. "Do not let the quarrelsome ways of this world influence you! Your disputes are as low as the actions of mere mortals." She snapped at Teshuwqah, but spoke lovingly to Cesare. "Of course, what is he to do when challenged? He is the head of us, and we are a perfect and united body. Where would we be if we forgot that?" Pasionaria exchanged a look with Teshuwqah before licking the chin of Cesare.

"Now we go hunt," he spoke quickly after a sick grin. He pushed Pasionaria aside and began to cross the prairie at soft trot. "Don't fail the gods this dawn!" He kept murmuring as he strode away, and Pasionaria glanced at Teshuwqah again before getting up and trotting after him. Truly she did not hate other female, she admired her in some ways. But Cesare came first, which may be why she spoke so convincingly of things she barely half-believed.


"Don't be mad Tesh. Namby-pamby had been still as stone, except for a little quivering now and then. "You know how she is." She nosed Teshuwqah's ear and ran after Jeremiad with a snuffling giggle. She was in a good mood today. She bit the scruff of his neck and ran a circle around him, yet always reserved a morsel of her attention for Cesare, who was moving ahead at a steady pace. Don't want to get lost from him. The thought never struck her as odd.. that foxes such as themselves had evolved into group-minded animals, afraid of being alone, away from Cesare. Namby-pamby never drooled over Cesare as Pasionaria did. She never cared much for him or said much to him, but it was undeniable that a false need for his leadership was planted in her thinking, and she would never be quite comfortable without him.. or the five of her beloved siblings.


I got carried away again. :] This is so fun (for me anyway). Kalie you can play Cesare, too. >:]

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[> [> why should i care? -- teshuwqah, mucrakle, and cesare, 14:43:13 01/29/03 Wed (205.188.209.168)

she remains completely empty and silent throughout Pasionaria's display of disgusting affection and submission toward Cesare, as though he is the master of the world. huh, right. attention flickers to Namby-Pamby, and she mentally rolls her eyes...the other childish youth of the group, and just as naive that she would believe that such a pathetic thing would faze her. with a smirk she stands up with a languid grace, limbs carrying her easily over the generally flattened terrain, padded feet moving without disturbing what vegetation may reside within her path. she is the shadow, existing merely to show the world that she can.

with a surprised yelp, he dashes to his feet and runs after Cesare, pushing his body so that he can bring himself nearer to the masculine whom he loves and admires so much. with a whine he desperately shoves passed Pasionaria, his only intentions on receiving the most attention from his beloved master.

the disinterested that he had described to Pasionaria is given to Mucrakle as well, his only interests in finding the needed amount of sacrifices.

with a disheartened whimper he falls back, panting for air and drooping his head and tail with defeat, a few whines filtering passed raven stained lips in sorrow.

(lmao, the silent and then the talkative. i have binary oppositions. joy. *blink*)

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