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Post by dasspace on Jan 3, 2013 10:23:41 GMT -6
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Tara was heavy-hearted.
She was sprawled out on the ground with her ears folded back, and she pawed at the dead rat before her. She had killed it a while ago, but after hunting it, she didn't feel like eating it. Instead she pondered over what had taken place a few days ago, when she thought she saw her brother.
Rats were always Engel's favorite snack.
Growling, the fox flung the rodent carcass away from her, and rested her head on her paws. She had to quit with this mopey stuff. Engeltruden was gone, he had been gone for a while, and he wasn't coming back anytime soon. He was dead. Dead, dead, dead. Dead as the mouse she had ended the life of. As empty as a hollow tree. And as unreal as a ghost.
Engeltruden was but a thing in the past that caused her life to become as it was now. Of course, Tara didn't know her brother had caused Marroone to come about, but how could she? The mahogany humanoid was more real than her sibling was at the pond. At least, that's what she was led to believe.
With a long sigh, Tarükya curled up into a ball as she stared at the rat, her eyes vacant and monotonous.
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Post by terror ? ! on Jan 8, 2013 18:08:58 GMT -6
ooc: I had a great reply for you but then Firefox gave out on me. ): I'm sorry. I hope this reply works just as well. Next one will be better!
The Red Deer stag moved gracefully through the forest, his large cranium held high and crowd, antlers heavy 'pon his skull but it was a weight that he did not mind at all, not one bit. His large antlers were a sign of power and dominance, something that he'd always been a fan of. Then again, what proper buck wasn't? The stag smirked, snorted softly, ears twitching to and fro as he listened to the world around him. The forest was a magical place, after all. His many encounters with those that also called this place home had taught him just that. There were many, many things about this place that he still did not yet understand... but he would be damned if he didn't, someday, somehow. He was going to understand everything about this place.
Humming a soft tune under his breath, the two year old strode on through the path through the Bayou, his dark eyes scanning over every inch of the forest around him. This place was still new to him and considering how he'd gotten here, being chased by a predator, it was no wonder that he was weary of his surroundings. However, the thing that caught his attention was... a harmless little fox. Tilting his head to one side, Pine examined the creature, blinking in its direction before calling out quietly towards it, curious.
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Post by dasspace on Jan 9, 2013 20:24:18 GMT -6
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OOC: It's fine, really. xD
A warm breeze tasseled through her reddish fur, and Tara groaned. She felt like sleeping. Maybe like sleeping and never waking up. Maybe then she could find Engel, if she wasn't bound to this world. God forbid that she stay here without a friend. God forbid she stay here without someone to love.
Maybe that was the problem all along, though. Maybe she just needed someone to talk with, to spend time with, to have care for her and tell her it will be alright when things go downhill. Marroone didn't do much of any of these things; he did reassure her when she needed encouragement, but that was only once when she had cried over a dead carcass for days. Now, he only ordered her around to stay healthy and stay hidden, and he didn't really make any sort of small talk with her. Like now, for instance, he was off elsewhere, doing his own thing. Leaving her alone. Leaving her bored. Leaving her feel emptier than ever before.
Even if the fox did want a friend, though, it would be difficult. She didn't have the best social skills, and it wouldn't be long before Marroone regained controlled of the situation and have her a thousand and one reasons why the friend would be harmful and dangerous.
Perhaps Tarükya's only friend was herself.
Her train of thoughts derailed abruptly at the low call, and in an instant she was upright with her neck craned around to see the beast from behind. A deer? Her brow furrowed as her white-dipped tail curled around her frame, and her muzzle bowed a bit as gold eyes bore into the larger creature's. "What do you want?" she asked, though her voice was cracking from all the thoughts of earlier, so she used her glares and tense posture to make up for it.
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Post by terror ? ! on Jan 23, 2013 19:08:19 GMT -6
[size=1[]font=Tahoma] It had been a long time since he had last talked to a fox. The last time he'd conversed with one, even been close enough to one to talk to it without hollering, he had been an itty bitty fawn. He chuckled softly at the memory. It was always amusing to think of himself as a lanky, awkward child when he was now this giant, powerful buck who was perhaps a tad bit larger than the average Red Deer. Funny how life worked out like that. Too bad his friends would most likely never see him again. Sighing, Pine inched steadily closer to the little red fox, his head lowering toward the earth as he observed it - or rather, her. He felt odd calling any creature it. They were either male or female, not an object, though he'd heard of plenty of males that considered females objects and nothing more than such.
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