follow the leader? /\ i dont agree with your fall from grace.. -- Tarsish

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Date Posted: 22:45:37 01/23/03 Thu
Author: cesare, mucrakle and teshuwqah
Author Host/IP: 152.163.188.195
Subject: follow the leader? /\ i dont agree with your fall from grace..
In reply to: Jeremiad & Maverick 's message, "... Entrada and Followment ..." on 09:49:20 01/22/03 Wed

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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