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Date Posted: 00:01:35 01/27/03 Mon
Author: Pasionaria
Author Host/IP: 172.155.36.252
Subject: be nice
In reply to: Pasionaria 's message, "lesson" on 22:33:22 01/18/03 Sat

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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