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Post by The Jenn on Feb 10, 2009 16:48:59 GMT -5
Dorian was coming to have a serious love-hate relationship with the Highlands. He had spent a collective two years in the place throughout his lifetime, accumulated through many years of travel, and he kept coming back for reasons that he could only begin to fathom. He wouldn't be setting up a warren in the horrid region when he grew up, of course, but it was a pleasant place to visit, like Esterberry with far more greenery and less intelligence. His father had already instilled that prejudice, more the pity. Only another year or so and he would be old enough to form his own warren. He couldn't wait. It was a thing that dreams and fantasies were made of, having dominion over his own small space and collection of beautiful people. Or perhaps ugly people. He wasn't sure. They wouldn't be allowed to outshine him... He enjoyed all of the beautiful flowers surrounding him, though. Sometimes he just liked to flop back in a meadow of flowers, away from Cards and their messes, and away from the local warrens. The sun that day was warm enough to let him doze, the hum of the nasty little bugs in the air a soothing noise as he got drowsy. All of it lulled him into a half-sleep, one bipedal arm flung over his eyes and his hair fluffing all around him. |
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Post by Satra on Feb 23, 2009 15:17:12 GMT -5
Had he gotten turned around? He should've gotten there by now... Oh, by the White Rabbit, it hurt! He flopped onto the ground, panting. He cursed his father by every diety he could name for giving him these horrendously inconvenient bindings. He licked the wounds on his wrists again. The bleeding was stopping... but it didn't stop him from regretting his idiotic choice of making a wish at a magical well. Maybe he should just be magically kicked in the face for being to stupid. He'd been lucky so far in not attracting predators with the blood... but how much farther until that luck ran out? After a short rest, he continued on. He froze. There was someone there... Chances were good it was a Card. He shuddered at the memory from his last up-close meeting with one. He was a little too concerned with where the unknown person was and not where his paw landed. The snap of a dry twig made him groan. He didn't have the strength to run. |
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 23, 2009 15:29:49 GMT -5
One of Dorian's long, furry ears twitched straight upward at the snap of a twig several meters away. The rest of his body froze while his eyes snapped open, sun-warmed doze instantly cleared from his head in the anxiety of the moment. Who was there? A Card? Almost certainly... but groaning?
And if they were that close, they would have already seen his prone form lying stretched out. Maybe they wouldn't have recognized his species, though? Few Cards seemed prepared to understand the beauty and majesty of a bipedal Jack, all besides that hideous beast of a canine-thing. Staying still wouldn't work right now.
His hands moved slowly upward until they could clasp both of his ears, smoothing them back as he tried to hold them there with the muscles themselves. They resisted with soreness, but obeyed for the moment. Carefully, he slid one of his hands down and braced himself so that he could raise his head and glance at the body near him.
That was no Card. His eyes narrowed as they stared at the Leveret that had startled him, irritated. Nearly adult, he could have been confused for a mature Jack. Then his gaze caught on the bone ornamenting the pitiful-looking creature, and he paused in his pending Mood. Black was not a normal color for Hisstors, but those markings... and the bone. "Introduce yourself," he said curtly, hoping for an instant reaction. The sooner he had control of the situation, the less he would have to worry.
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Post by Satra on Mar 1, 2009 17:42:06 GMT -5
Oh thank the White Rabbit, Long Ears, Twitchy Noses, and EVERYTHING that it was a Rabbit and not a Card. He could've done without the Jack bit, but at this point he was just happy for a Rabbit. He swept himself into a low bow.
"My name is Junjiro, sir. I am a Leveret of the Warren of Anubis. My sincerest apologies for disturbing you, sir." Subordination. It kept him alive so far. Best to continue the trend.
Maybe this man could help him reach his goal? He had heard the Czar had a Hisstor Doe that gave him children. The Jack before him looked nearly full grown, but still fairly young. Was is possible? If so, all the better! Then perhaps he could even accompany him through some short cuts... He waited to ask for direction until the Jack acknowledged him again. He needed to gauge what this Jack was like and how to go about getting what he needed.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 2, 2009 18:21:08 GMT -5
Well, at least the thing knew how to address its betters. Dorian couldn't tell if the Leveret was female or not. The name didn't give it away in an obvious fashion, though he could imagine a peppy girl being called 'June' or 'Jiro'. For lack of further information, he would assume female. It left a better taste in the back of his mouth. All Leverets should be female, really.
"Your apology is accepted, my dear, no worries. You did nothing to unduly disturb me, and what little you did is perfectly excusable. I'm unfamiliar with your Jack, however. Where is his warren? And... which realms do you hail from? The Hisstor in you is both obvious and attractive."
My, but the little thing looked weak. She must have been walking for quite some time. The poor dear. He hadn't seen any other Hisstors in his ramblings outside the realm itself, though he'd heard of the Czar's Doe from someone a while back, and so it was quite a delight to find one now.
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Post by Satra on Mar 3, 2009 2:47:11 GMT -5
Junjiro bit the inside of his cheeks, but said and expressed nothing. He hated to be referred to as a female, but he knew full well arguing with or correcting the Jack would be less than useful.
"My Jack's Warren lies in Torquehelm, sir," he put a softer edge in his voice. Perhaps sounding sweet and semi-helpless would get him what he wanted faster, "I came from there to send a gift and a letter to the Honorable Czar Vikenti from him." He fought back a grimace as he felt a drip of wet trail down the underside of his wrist. The cut he'd received from breaking his bindings off in that well had built up enough blood at the opening to have it start dripping again. Fantastic.
Then the Jack called him attractive. He didn't know why, but that comment pleased him.
"I am happy my appearance pleases you, sir. Yes, I am part Hisstor. The other is Torquehelm."
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 4, 2009 20:36:52 GMT -5
"And the Hisstor in you expresses itself beautifully," Dorian agreed, taking another moment to admire the Leveret. Such pretty crimson markings hidden in the black fur. If it hadn't been such a sunny day, he may have missed them. As it was, the gleam of light across the glossy stuff gave her striking red highlights. "I'm not surprised that your Jack sent you along, seeing as the Czar has a Hisstor Doe of his own. I believe he may be partial to the realm... but really, who wouldn't be?"
Vanity gleamed from every pore on this Jack, from his now relaxed and indolent pose to the assurance with which he made such blatantly narcissistic comments. The accessories scattered around his person and the healthy, well-groomed gleam to his hair did nothing to detract from the overall impression.
"You have perhaps another two hour's journey to the Czar's warren from here. If I may ask, what is the gift that you were dispatched to deliver? I consider myself a curious sort." He smiled winsomely at the Leveret, the expression a tad over the top.
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Post by Satra on Mar 9, 2009 18:51:58 GMT -5
Junjiro listened to the man speak. So him being Hisstor was only coincidence. Damn. So much for getting an escort.
"Again, my thanks," he spoke up. He tried very hard not to look at him... he didn't like the feeling he was getting looking at the other male. He didn't like where his eyes lingered and what details he made note of on the other man's body. Not at all. "It is a good Realm, sir. Very few of the heritage are inferior in their appearance." He began gauging this gentleman. Narcissistic. He laced his speech with just a little more flattery and brown nosing... but not too much to be seen as condescending. He was just a little too tired to be eloquent, though. The blood dripping from his wrists had begun staining the ground underneath them. Dammit.
"May I ask, sir, in what direction? I fear I may have gotten myself turned around. And I'm not sure what is being delivered exactly. My Master simply ordered me to deliver it, so I am."
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 11, 2009 21:29:22 GMT -5
"Oh yes, undeniably," Dorian agreed with a small preening gesture, fiddling with his mane, which had become mussed in the back from laying on the ground. Flattery worked wonders on his balloon of an ego. The more someone petted and stroked it, the more partial he became to them.
His ears perked a bit at the next question and he regarded the Leveret with more curiosity. Ooh, a secret delivery. That was far more interesting, now wasn't it? "Why, the warren is to the south of here, my dear. Traveling down from Torquehelm, I'm sure you could have guessed. Perhaps a little to the west. I try not to get too close, since it isn't my territory, but I've run into one of the Czar's Leverets and she was an interesting sort. A bit daffy, but unusually bright."
A whiff of blood caught at his nose and it crinkled, ears swiveling in concern. "I say, do you smell that?"
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Post by Satra on Mar 22, 2009 14:58:59 GMT -5
Junjiro bit back a smirk seeing that his plan was working, but had to quickly look away. His sudden desire to brush the Jack's slightly mussed hair made a know of intense guilt knot in his stomach. He'd not been around many Jacks in his life other than the Father he hated. He was usually squirreled away out of sight when other Jacks came to visit until Anubis saw fit to trade him. No he was here... alone... with a very attractive Jack. He tried to focus on the bad. He was an airhead. Yes... if that didn't turn Junjiro off, he didn't know what would.
"Much appreciated, sir. Thank you." Then he froze. Dammit, "I don't smell anything, sir. But thank you again. I should be on my way, now. The Czar is expecting me, and I would not want to have him get upset at my Master because I was foolish." Oh, please let him at least turn around so I can leave without harassment... he thought nervously.
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