a momentary f i x IP: 22.214.171.124 Posted on January 17, 2011 at 10:48:05 PM by b o e t h i u s
Boethius was, to say the least, somewhat at a loss. It seemed that Emerson was being threatened and on either side of them seemed to be an obstacle. Mr. Grey in front, a snarling coyote and curious bear at his sides, which left the only exit path behind them. This was the most ridiculous situation he had ever been in, and he was quite stumped as of how to proceed.
Boethius didn’t put much thought into the fact that the only reason Grey was here was to claim Gaia. That was how things worked. But what had seemed to be a casual encounter of equine and their axians seemed to have taken and unusual turn, and apparently not for the better.
Now bears didn’t normally bother Boe. He’d seen one or two throughout his life time and had stuck to the motto that if you didn’t bother them they wouldn’t bother you. It had worked up until now, and though he was sure Gosselin didn’t mean to be so intimidating, it made Boe unusually nervous to have a bear so close to him. He couldn’t help but shift his weight away from her, his ears flickering back and forth in his uneasiness. Not only was he scared for himself, but his axian was quite small. If this encounter didn’t go well, they would surely need to make their leave.
Emerson, however, seemed to be enjoying herself. The Genet’s head twisted from side to side in curiosity as Gosselin approached, intentionally ignoring the Coyote’s snarls and sniffs. In fact, she hoped he was enjoying the nice view of her backside.
After a moment of observing each other, Emerson gently placed both her paws on top the sun bear’s muzzle. She wasn’t sure why exactly, but it seemed like it’d be alright. What could have been a smile on her part became interrupted when the mare’s words caught her attention. Too bad Aesop didn’t like what?
Boe seemed like he’d been about to reply, but Em had beaten him too it and the stallion couldn’t help but snort in amusement.
“Actually,” Emerson countered with a hitch of offense, retracting her paws from Gosselin so she could turn and face Gaia. “I am not a cat. An unfortunate genetic resemblance, I’m afraid.” Her tail twitched as her gaze fell to the Coyote, and her nose scrunched up briefly before she turned back to the fluffy bear.
Boethius turned his head slightly towards Gaia, his tone light hearted in a ‘kids will be kids’ sort of way. “Yes. Such a shame.”