<font color=coral>It's a multi-color life</font>

Your King Asmodeus
Your Queen ~~Nyimara~~
The Second None
The Herd Name, Name, Name		The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name
Allies Name (Land)		Enemies Solomon (Cove)
The Rules There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue. We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc. The King and Queen have final say in all matters.

It's a multi-color life
Posted on July 1, 2020 at 08:10:29 AM by Chimeras

Chimeras didn't realize that the boy hadn't a clue to this game of chase and catch. Tag as it was known among many. She hadn't a single idea until she'd heard his voice call out. She had already been on the move then though. It took him a moment or two to realize her retreating form and to suddenly give chase. It was her laughter in his following after her that definitely had him heading in the right idea of thought there. Chasing her in aims to catch. Yes, this was how the game went. As Chimeras had slowed then, she had felt his tiny ivory teeth slip out against her back leg. She gave a chuckle then as she turned around to face him for a pause in their game for explanation.

"Forgive my boy. Carbon I imagine as I've heard your father say. I am Chimeras and just as being it states and as you've done; that is the just of the game. It is known as Tag. One chases another until they are caught and then the game returns the favor by the one whom is it. It merely gives explanation of you being the one to chase until you have caught another. A simple game but fun. It both provides exercise and entertainment."

There is a pause of words then and she smiles. A soft nudge of her head then but not in a sudden meaning that he's again it. No, she was that for the time being. Merely a show of good nature; of care for the child of whom she'd joined in fun times. "I do believe you got me Carbon." A grin then and a soft laughter following. "Which means it's your turn to run and I give chase." She mused a bit and gently bobbed her nose about. Watching; waiting. Would he give into his nature of wanting to play or had the game become a lost cause for the day? She would not turn away from his wanting more knowledge if that was his path of choosing. Did he decide to run though; she would give good chase but not catching him too soon as the game would quickly grow boring were that the case. Not to her, but to him.

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I CANNOT BE ALTERED - By CARBON July 6, 2020 at 02:20:27 AM

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