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Oct 21, 2003 22:35:59 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 21, 2003 22:35:59 GMT -5
She chuckled, giving Topple a quick lick to apologize. "Oh dear, how will he fare against the sisters?" she mused, watching twin female jaquars saunter towards the unfortunate.
With a quick wink at Topple she left the porch, headed for the office.
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Oct 21, 2003 23:11:42 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 21, 2003 23:11:42 GMT -5
Samson began to work on his turkey, using it as a distraction against the clumsyness he had just displayed. He looked up to catch the panther leaving and saw the other two on the approach. Quickly he turned back to his meal and began to rip off chunks hoping they didn't see him, which was foolish but there was little else he could do.
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Oct 22, 2003 1:13:59 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 22, 2003 1:13:59 GMT -5
Spree winked at Sprat and stalked to eth far side of Samson, sitting down to wash herself. Sprat stayed on the far side and sniffed at Samson's food "Helllooo" she purred "Smells good, may I?"
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Oct 22, 2003 1:17:52 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 22, 2003 1:17:52 GMT -5
He gulped, swallowing a bite that was nearly to big and nodded, "Sure...help yourself." He pushed the bird over a little, realizing that this was the first time he'd ever shared a meal with another.
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Oct 22, 2003 1:20:10 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 22, 2003 1:20:10 GMT -5
Sprat smiled, taking that as an invitation to lay alongside him and start eating. Spree took up position on teh otherside and did teh same, both daintily nibbling on the bird.
Topple watched from afar, snickering to himself. Samson was doomed.
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Oct 22, 2003 1:23:22 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 22, 2003 1:23:22 GMT -5
Samson froze, watching the two and shifting slightly to give himself a little more space between the two. After watching them awhile he finally settled and began to eat as well, not even noticing the grinning Topple.
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Oct 22, 2003 1:38:11 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 22, 2003 1:38:11 GMT -5
In the office...the "council" was meeting.
"The newcomer means nothing, Mrrii. What worries me is who knows about you..."
Mrrii looked at the aged tiger and smiled. After the death of her father, her uncle had made sure keep an eye on her. "That worries me as well..but do they truly mean us harm if they are helping us rescue such as Sampson?"
"They can be one of us...just...unknown" the panther in eth corner piped in.
"Or they coudl be after something...or someone" Mii finished darkly.
Mrrii sighed "I...I don't think I'm going to wake him up...though I should figure out who contacted me. There's no telling why he fled to fur, and we don't have the right to force him out. I'll handle this." Alone the unspoken word hung in the air like a death knell.
The two felines bowed their heads. Mii licked Mrrii quickly and the two left teh room, leaving her with her thoughts.
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Oct 22, 2003 1:41:57 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 22, 2003 1:41:57 GMT -5
Samson finished eating what he wanted off of the bird and began to clean his paws and face, leaving the rest for the two beside him. Satisified with the food he stood up and prepared to head back to where Mrii was, ready for a nap beside the fire.
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Oct 22, 2003 1:49:22 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 22, 2003 1:49:22 GMT -5
Mrrii bit her lip and paced the room, fur rolling and shifting until she paced on four feet. She was a silver and black snow leopard, larger than normal, though. She was contemplating...the voice on the phone had been smooth, silken...
...it could have been one of them. It had sounded...pleasant. Quite lieing to yourself she snarled It was down right melting. You liked it. That voice is what made you go to teh zoo... and she hated anyone that could make her admit that.
Not for the first timne, certainly not for the last, she wished for her father, and her safe, little, unconfusing world. Disurbed she sat and stared into the fire.
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Oct 22, 2003 1:55:19 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 22, 2003 1:55:19 GMT -5
Samson yawned and stretched, "I think I'm gonna go have a nap now. It was good meeting you two." he smiled and walked away cringing at his own witty dialogue. He headed back into the house, stopping by the kitchen to thank the woman there, going in and gently rubbed his head against her legs and then left again.
Entering the office he yawned again and went to the fire, stopping when he saw Mrii. Finding her scent he smiled and approached, stopping near her when he saw her expression. "Is something wrong?" he asked, sitting down beside her.
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Oct 22, 2003 3:23:52 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 22, 2003 3:23:52 GMT -5
Mrrii sighed, rolling her shoulders in a catty shrug "Nothing you can help me with Samson. I've just grown far to used to thinking too much...I can't afford not to and I wish I could. Just me being meloncholy, I'll get over it, probably the minute Topple comes running in here on her next catnip high..."
She turned to face him, eyes teh same silver color as her fur "I can smell the twins, I'm sorry...they have been looking for another conquest...They always seem to be in heat so do watch yourself."
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Oct 22, 2003 13:24:34 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 22, 2003 13:24:34 GMT -5
He licked his coat briskly, both in slight aggitation and to remove some of the other cat's scents, then lay down. He stretched out fully, claws reaching out and tail straightening as he sighed. Letting out another yawn he pulled back in and curled up, pausing before bringing his head in to look at Mrii.
"Thank you." He said softly and gave her a soft lick. He pulled his head away and rested it on his paws and fell asleep.
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Oct 23, 2003 0:22:34 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 23, 2003 0:22:34 GMT -5
Mrrii Twitched, suprised by the quick lick. She turne dto look at him, evaluating for a moment. "You're welcome." she went back to staring at the flames. In a few hours she woudl start her hunt in earnest. But for now...for now...she felt teh heat sinking into her bones and she tried to chase away the depression that was weighing on her like a sodden fur...
..for now, she woudl sleep. SHe stretched out in the opposite direction and closed her eyes.
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Oct 26, 2003 1:49:29 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 26, 2003 1:49:29 GMT -5
The summer sun was up above, sending scorching heat to the grassy field below where children were playing a rough and tumble game of football. They ran back and forth across the field, frolicking in the grass. He and his teammates were dominating the game, faster, more agile, and with quicker reflexes than the others.
His tan skin glowed under the layer of sweat that ran from his brow as the boys gathered into a huddle. Breathing hard and smiling they made a plan and broke up the gathering, lining up for the play. The ball was snapped and he ran out in a straight line across the grass. The others fell behind and soon he was alone, watching as the ball floated down to his outstretched arms. Small hands grabbed for the brown oval and began closing around it just as a bang filled the air. The ball tumbled out of his grip and he fell to the ground, slowly lifting his head and looking around.
Behind him, where the play had started and where his friends had been were figures scattered in the grass. The other team was running away from those who remained still, unmoving. He slowly approached and looked down on one of the boys and was startled by what he saw. The child was twisted, splayed out at an ackward angle and his eyes were fixed straight ahead. His mouth hung open in terror to reveal small fangs, and the rest of his body was sprouted over with fur. It looked as if the boy had been caught between a change, from child to cub, as he fell.
Kneeling beside his friend he slowly reached out to shake the body, hand snapping back at its cold touch. He began to cry and looked around to see the others in similar poses. Unable to take the scene any more he stood up quickly and turned to flee, running immediatly into the solid bulk of a man. Shadows obscured the man's face and he suddenly realized that the sun was gone. Looking around the bodies were gone too, as was the field. He was alone, in a dark space with the strange man. And he was terrified.
The figure twisted his head to look down at him and began to laugh. He began to shake and cry harder and the man laughed even more, reaching down for him.
Samson jolted awake just as his neck was being gripped by the dark man in his dream. He was panting and shivering, eyes darting around and trying to place his surroundings.
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Oct 26, 2003 2:02:49 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 26, 2003 2:02:49 GMT -5
Mrrii rolled over, barely awake, and splayed a paw and her chin onto Samson. INstinctively she began to purr, a deep, rumbling, bone shaking purr "Sleep cubling...sleep and dream of warm days and cool nights of the hunt. The world is green and good, the wind is sweet and fresh...sleep cubling, sleep."
An old lullaby, from an old time...and something she would never actually be caught dead singing if she was awake....
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