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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 10, 2009 22:36:17 GMT -5
 It was a rather beautiful day all things considered. The usual gray overcast of Torquehelm was brighter, if only slightly. Anubis decided to take advantage of such a wonderful day as soon as he glanced outside the burrow window. Within a half an hour he was cleaned and ready for a walk around his land. After all, it had been far too long since he'd actually checked out his territory limits. The Jack sighed and cracked his shoulders roughly as he left the front door. His warren was poorly understaffed, and it didn't help that some of his staff was useless. But there was a bright point in his immediate future. A few weeks back Anubis had received a rather friendly invitation from a Jack in the Selkie Lakes region. Perhaps some trades could be made to improve his warren, yes, that would be nice indeed. |
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Post by Bee on Mar 10, 2009 22:55:53 GMT -5
 Poor little dears had gotten all squished. Nine of them. Caterpillar guts, almost like crushed dark little berries, overripe. She wasn't sure who had done it. One of the leverets maybe, or some...other creature. Awfully cruel, in any event. The little trail of splatters leading away from the bush. She sighed. It was far too nice a day for sad black little splatters. She kicked up a little dirt and gave them a makeshift funeral (may someone one day do the same for her if they happened upon a little blue overripe Tripsei splat). Would-be butterfly splats. Rest in peace. She plucked a half-bloomed flower and sprinkled petals. Nine petals, nine dirt-covered black blotches. End. Except now she was feeling glum. She wanted to find her Jack and get a refreshing soft nonsplattery snuggle. Twisty bendy if he wanted. As luck would have it. Her mood brightened a little. Anubis was out and about. |
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 10, 2009 23:12:46 GMT -5
It had taken long until Anubis started to loosen up along his walk. It had definitely been took long since he'd gone outside and smelled the air. His muscles started to relax, and soon the Jack was walking with a bit more of a stretch to his stride. Yes, this had been exactly what he needed.
A familiar scent began to drift towards him as he neared the far edge of his closest border. . . For the love of rabbits what the hell was his doe doing way the hell out here? His lip lifted in a small snarl before he smoothed his face down and continued forwards. As soon as he was within sight of her he inclined his head in greeting, though the words that followed were not nearly so amicable.
"Tripsei, you know the borders are dangerous."
A threat and warning lay beneath the words. Hidden but there. One of these days the doe would get herself stolen, and if she wasn't his only one, he wasn't sure how much he'd really be bothered. . . Well, a lot actually. But more because his pride would be bruised by it. |
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Post by Bee on May 11, 2009 20:46:19 GMT -5
He spoke like a mean parent reproaching a child, and she felt the need to explain herself. Though anything spoken would be a slapping contradiction likely to end in salty tears. Her salty tears, specifically. No, it’s not dangerous, she wanted to say. But then she didn’t think anything was dangerous. Just varying levels of unpleasant.
Right now her Jack was roughly Warren-Destruction Level Unpleasant. She tried to think of something that wasn’t stupid or likely to illicit rage. She was never very good at that. Didn’t know why. Just wasn’t a strong point.
“I was just presiding over funeral services,” she said absently, eyes lowered; looking, incidentally, at one of the little graves. It was a logical reason, to her mind. The dead deserved to be mourned. Especially those who died so suddenly and violently. “All of them are dead. Would you like to say a word for them?”
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Post by Spiderfly on Jun 30, 2009 17:47:10 GMT -5
A brief pained expression crossed Anubis' features and his brow furrowed.
". . . funeral. . services."
His hand went to his forehead for a moment and his eyes closed in frustration. Trust this doe, this. . doe. . . to provide funeral services for vermin. No! Not even vermin. Bugs. He counted mentally in his head for a moment before opening his eyes, willing himself to not find her very appearance irritating.
"I don't believe I knew them well enough."
He quipped snidely.
"Are you almost done? Perhaps. . you'd like to join me for my walk?"
When she wasn't being completely insane, she really wasn't a horrible doe. She tried to be as loyal as possible, and she wasn't boring in bed, of that he was sure. But he still had a hard time relating to her. Perhaps a little walk together might be just what they needed. A small part of him hoped beyond reasonably levels that this odd doe was merely an act and that underneath lay a normal rabbit. . . |
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