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Post by Llamafuzz on May 26, 2014 0:47:52 GMT -6
@dracula
Aslan was out in the territory, needing time to wake up after a lerisourly nap. It turns out joining a tribe meant doing more work than when he had been living alone. Maybe that was because he was the maid of the King, a King who was about as dependent as a day-old squirrel. Squirrels were tasty, evidently so was Ragabash, judging by his endless stream of admirers.
Yawning, the calico tom sped up his pace until he was jogging. The air was fresher and sweeter, or perhaps that was just his nose waking up. There were too many variables for him to actually care about. The only thing that drew his attention was the notion of being followed, and the presence of another scent. Turning, the tom parted his jaws.
"Yes?"
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 0:55:48 GMT -6
Ignis was out on a walk, her calico pelt messy and dirty from her daily roll in the mud. Like one of those filthy pigs they had on the Farmland. With a yawn of boredom, Ignis began to pelt at full speed, which was pretty fast, towards a distant figure. Her lava eyes glittered mischievously as she pulled up next to a calico tom. Ssooo... This tom seemed to have a vague scent of Mr. King on him.
" Yooo~ " Ignis meowed cheerfully, her eyes sparkling happily. " So whatcha doin? I just got done meeting with this absolutely marvelous, handsome tom by the way. Oh how impolite of me! I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Ignis. What's your name? Do ya know Ragabash? " The calico Shaman spewed words, her lava eyes sparkling enthusiastically. Also, Ignis had said all of that muy rapido.
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Post by Llamafuzz on May 26, 2014 1:46:43 GMT -6
His eyes narrowed slightly then relaxed as the calico female came into view. She had the scent of tribe, and a lighter scent, not permanent or cloying, or his King. How petulant. Somehow, Aslan was slightly jealous, though he crushed the feeling like an ant under a belt. Otherwise speaking, he remained analytical and silent as he gave the she-cat a once over.
Fast, none to bright, judging by her speech. Or perhaps she was just impatient. Neither were too useful or interesting for him.
His ears pricked and swiveled, storing away and separating each piece of information individually. It was ridiculously annoying to deal with such fast speech in this way. "Ignis? My name is Tom." he replied smoothly, tipping his head in curiosity. "I have heard of Ragabash. Some sort of leader, yes?"
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