Posted on February 10, 2013 at 02:44:24 AM by BOOMSLANG
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we come undone “I jus’ wanted you t’ know that you’ve got a friend on one side. I’m not here threaten your herd, mate. Jus’ want you to know I’m not gonna cause any trouble for you.” Not intentionally, anyway. If anything happened, well— he’d cross that river when he came to it, and not worry about it until he was right on the muddy banks of it. For right now all he could do was convey his intentions to the other male and let him come to a conclusion himself. At this point, Boomslang had done nothing more than trespass. Surely that wasn’t so high a crime that he would be condemned as a no-good-neighbor for the rest of his time on the island. He twitched the skin of his neck. “I’m goin’ to go now. But I’ll stop by another time, ‘ay? When you’re not so worried about the baby that’s comin’,” he said, gesturing with his nose at Yscha’s heavy stomach. He brought his eyes back to the red dun and dipped his muzzle in a shallow nod, offering the leader of the Forest one last sincere smile before he turned and walked back toward the Prairie. Both of his shoulders hurt, but he figured the pain would ease if he took a long enough swim in the ocean. Boomslang did not increase his stride until he was well within his own borders, and by then the tension from meeting his immediate neighbor had ebbed substantially. |
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- Filling my pockets with stones. - By vercingetorix February 12, 2013 at 09:49:09 AM
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