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Post by Warlock on Jul 9, 2005 9:22:37 GMT -6
A deep growl rumbled in his throat, for he was not one that enjoyed arguing. "It's still meat," he said firmly. "The fact that my prey gets nourishment from plants does not change the fact that they themselves are animals."
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Post by zury on Jul 9, 2005 9:36:24 GMT -6
"Well, your right about that. But you still are eating vegetables." she always had to have the last word.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 9, 2005 11:51:35 GMT -6
Hackles raised in anger, but he made no move to harm her. "Annoying, aren't you?" he said.
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Post by zury on Jul 9, 2005 13:28:41 GMT -6
"Most say I am." she shrugged. "I'm used to people calling me it though."
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Post by Warlock on Jul 9, 2005 13:39:34 GMT -6
"Well, you are," he said, curling his tail around his body once more.
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Post by zury on Jul 9, 2005 13:54:49 GMT -6
"Don't make me get out the veggies again." she threated, playfully though.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 9, 2005 14:07:52 GMT -6
He now stood, stretching as a dog would after a long nap. "I don't care if it's still snowing out," he said, straightening up. "I'm going outside."
Although perhaps another creature would have stayed, Malison did not like small spaces. He was not claustrophobic, of course, but being in such a cramped space, especially with another near, made him feel uncomfortable. He loved open spaces, such as plains and open grasslands.
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Post by zury on Jul 9, 2005 14:10:25 GMT -6
She shrugged, still in a light doze. If it wasn't snowing she'd get up and leave. "Hey, tell me if it stops snowing please."
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Post by Warlock on Jul 9, 2005 14:19:09 GMT -6
Snow fell softly upon his steel grey pelage, turning it white. "It's still snowing pretty heavily," he called as he began to walk off.
The leathery pads of his paws aided him in keeping his balence 'pon this slippery surface, though he nearly slipped once or twice.
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Post by zury on Jul 9, 2005 14:21:19 GMT -6
"Great." she muttered. Her stomach growled. She shifted through her bag, taking out that carrot she had been munching on earlier. At least she could eat it in peace.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 9, 2005 15:43:16 GMT -6
Heavy paws continued to trek upon this perilous slope, leaving deep prints in the soft snow. These markings, however, were soon obliterated by the still-falling snow. There seemed to be no other creatures about, and yet the scent of goat was strong in the cold air.
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Post by zury on Jul 9, 2005 15:44:49 GMT -6
It was quiet...too quiet for her. Sighing, she grabbed her bag and dug her way back up, trying to find the demon wolf. They may not get along, but he gave some kind of comfort, just knowing that she wasn't alone.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 10, 2005 13:04:36 GMT -6
A young goat, evidently having strayed from its family, stumbled through the deep snow, bleating loudly.
Malison's keen ears easily caught this sound, and he lowered his body closer to the ground, slinking furtively along in hopes that he would take this small animal by surprise.
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Post by zury on Jul 10, 2005 14:23:28 GMT -6
She ran after him and skidded to a slight stop just a few feet behind him when she saw him hunting. She tried to creep out of the way.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 10, 2005 14:30:31 GMT -6
But the goat caught her scent upon the cold air and skittered away, the sound of its small hooves upon the rock echoing in the silence.
Malison growled softly, the steel grey fur upon his shoulders rising in anger. He turned to face the faerie, fangs bared in a savage growl.
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