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Posted on October 21, 2013 at 12:37:05 PM by CERSEI.
The Devil's got a rifle on my front porch
Hmm, she couldn't help but wonder if all wolves were going to be like him in the instance of healing. Perhaps she had merely had a lapse of sanity but she could have sworn she had senses some kind of nervousness about it! Still, at least he had stood still and made the task at hand much easier; she'd done a fantastic job if she didn't say so herself! The blood had seemingly stopped leaking and, well, he looked much cleaner (though more saturated!) now. Whether or not that was what a healer was supposed to achieve, well, she wasn't so sure but it had seemingly worked and with it, his rather bad mood had seemingly dissipated too. Oh, she couldn't help but smile inwardly at that! Already, she was apparently so good at healing that she could not only remove blood, but remove bad blood too. She'd giggle over it later but for now, she was content simply observing him and mirroring the ways in which he reacted to her; a gentle frown, perked ears, a perfect replication of each emotion, her head tilted curiously.
Finally, he spoke once more again and she sighed in quiet relief, thankful that he was actually going to continue the conversation. Cersei was aware of her apparent motor mouth, a voice box that seemed ceaseless in its exercise and yet, she'd yet to meet anybody else who could keep up. Even her father often gave her short responses or merely nodded in her observations - Maradona too! At least he was going to try and for that, she was more than happy to offer him up one of the largest smiles she could muster, her tail wagging ecstatically behind her.
"Well, maybe we should change that, huh?"
She mused excitedly - the prospect of teaming up with another to find all the puppies of Glorall actually sounded rather fun! They could cover more ground with the two of them and certainly offer much better play opportunities; they could play tag, or wrestle, or hunt along the beach. Ah, the mere thoughts made her stare out into space, wide eyed and hopeful before she could manage to compose herself. In fact, it had only been because of the mention of meeting Lamar that she had even come down from her little cloud - she blinked, staring at Sinclair for a moment, apparently confused. He... wanted her to meet his family? Well, obviously she would have to one day but... to meet them so casually? Even if she hadn't wanted to, it seemed the boisterous pup within her (and thus her mouth) had other plans.
"That'd be fun! I haven't met many of the adults, either, though father says they are all surprisingly capable! Oh, perhaps you can come with father and I tomorrow to find food!"
It didn't end, and she once more stared off, her mind spilling out into far too many trains of thought.
"Should we help your mother hunt? Oh, maybe I should bring she and Lamar something from my den. I have some nice things from the sand if you'd think they'd like that..."
Finally, she stopped to take a breath, inhaling deep and smiling sheepishly. She couldn't help it. Things had turned out better than she had expected, and she had been quick to forgive his imagined transgressions; for now, she was simply excited to meet somebody who actually wanted (at least in her mind) to be around her. It also meant she would soon get the chance to pick his brain, something she'd wanted to do for some time. That's how you made friends, right? It had worked for Delya, at least...
He knows I came looking for a fight
Finally, he spoke once more again and she sighed in quiet relief, thankful that he was actually going to continue the conversation. Cersei was aware of her apparent motor mouth, a voice box that seemed ceaseless in its exercise and yet, she'd yet to meet anybody else who could keep up. Even her father often gave her short responses or merely nodded in her observations - Maradona too! At least he was going to try and for that, she was more than happy to offer him up one of the largest smiles she could muster, her tail wagging ecstatically behind her.
"Well, maybe we should change that, huh?"
She mused excitedly - the prospect of teaming up with another to find all the puppies of Glorall actually sounded rather fun! They could cover more ground with the two of them and certainly offer much better play opportunities; they could play tag, or wrestle, or hunt along the beach. Ah, the mere thoughts made her stare out into space, wide eyed and hopeful before she could manage to compose herself. In fact, it had only been because of the mention of meeting Lamar that she had even come down from her little cloud - she blinked, staring at Sinclair for a moment, apparently confused. He... wanted her to meet his family? Well, obviously she would have to one day but... to meet them so casually? Even if she hadn't wanted to, it seemed the boisterous pup within her (and thus her mouth) had other plans.
"That'd be fun! I haven't met many of the adults, either, though father says they are all surprisingly capable! Oh, perhaps you can come with father and I tomorrow to find food!"
It didn't end, and she once more stared off, her mind spilling out into far too many trains of thought.
"Should we help your mother hunt? Oh, maybe I should bring she and Lamar something from my den. I have some nice things from the sand if you'd think they'd like that..."
Finally, she stopped to take a breath, inhaling deep and smiling sheepishly. She couldn't help it. Things had turned out better than she had expected, and she had been quick to forgive his imagined transgressions; for now, she was simply excited to meet somebody who actually wanted (at least in her mind) to be around her. It also meant she would soon get the chance to pick his brain, something she'd wanted to do for some time. That's how you made friends, right? It had worked for Delya, at least...
the red princess of tesseract and caligula
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- Then the strongest heart grows old - By Sinclair October 26, 2013 at 04:53:15 PM
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