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(11/9/05 11:34 pm)
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Wolftears137: Fog misted across the white fey's paws as she padded silently through the Glen. As always, the snowy femme was lost in thought, this time of her place within the deadwood pack. She knew she'd earned the spot, but now she wasn't sure she wanted it. Sighing softly, she lapped from a stream near the outskirts of the glens, her eyes focused not on her surroundings, but on thoughts deep within her heart. Deep down, she knew she didn't really belong to deadwood. Yet...if she didn't belong there, where did she?
Bebi Darkblade1: It was paradise, it was a hazy memory. Green trees surrounded him, fresh green grass with bright flowers and all manner of creatures ranging from butterflies to ladybugs danced around in the shade under the bright sun. It was like a hazy dream, fuzzy around the edges as two cubs played in the springtime glare of the sun. Off in the distance an older cat watched from under a tree - thinking... waiting... dying...
'Boss! Boss! Get up Boss, Tsalagi think you thinking again!'
Snap back to reality....
It was an abrupt end to a pleasant dream. The old cat's muzzle turned and glared down at the crow through the sheets of etheral fog that had rolled in. This wasn't Eden. Why the hell did Tsalagi wake him up?
'What?' He snarled.
'Boss, There's another kitty not far from here. Tsalagi found it, drinking from the river.'
'Kitty?'
'Kitty boss.'
'Where at? Take me to it.'
'Okey-dokey boss, follow Tsalagi,' the Crow said, hopping along as both he and the old cat vanished into the mist.
Wolftears137 : Distantly, through the haze of her thoughts, the lithe fey heard the racaucous sounds of another creature talking. A frown creased her forehead as she stared into the direction that the distraction was emanating form. Quietly, she crept forward, inching her way towrds the sounds, not letting her position be given away by the snapping of a branch or the cruching of the leaves underfoot Bi-colored eyes narrowed as she took in the vauge misty forms appraoching. Nothing and no one she recognized, so she'd be cautious. Never could be too careful. Not in this neck of the woods.
Bebi Darkblade1: 'See boss, i told you it was a kitty,' Tsalagi chirpped, proud of himself.
'Shut up bird,' Old Cat hissed quietly. That was technically impossible; in all the time he had known Tsalagi the bird had never shut up. Not once.
He broke from Tsalagi and vanished up a tree, straining his old and wary muscles to scale up the boroughs of the thick spruce. Once he was up in the branches he glared down and spied another creature, carefully moving through the dense fog.
That Stupid bird. It wasn't another puma.
It was a miserable dog.
Gracefully leaping across the river from tree limb to tree limb he landed in the tree not far from where this dog was at.
'Stop hiding yourself. Come out ... now.'
Wolftears137: Muscles tensed, then swiftly relaxed. Rapidly, several plans of action were noted, then dismissed. She could do as the cat said, or she could dig her own way out. She glanced up, disdain and contempt in her eyes. "I've got a better idea. You come down." The fey smirked. "but you won't of course." She added cruelly, "You're too damn afraid of me. That's why you're hiding in that tree." She lifted a regal eyebrow, amused by this whole situation, It was all too humorous, really.
Bebi Darkblade1: A smile curled his lips. An entertaining prey.
'Afraid? My dear dog, do you think I am afraid to die? I seek death willingly. My time on this planet has been long since over, I merely exist through the good graces of whatever Gods happen to guide me. I hope one day to see Utopia,' he said, stepping down from the tree. He wasn't underestimating himself. He was clearly larger than the dog, and his cat like gracefulness could easily avoid anything this mutt could possible through at him.
But he wasn't looking to fight.
'What is your name, dog?
Wolftears137: Dog? dog? Like she were some sort of freakin' pet?! Oh, hell no! Loftily, she stared him down, her chin held high. "My name, you filthy feline, is Deuce. And I belong to the deadwood wolf pack." A heavy emphasis on wolf, trying to mislead him into believing he'd stepped into pack lands. No crature, no matter how hungry for death, would willingly trespess on a wolf's territory. Everyone knew that one.
Bebi Darkblade1 [2:10 AM]: The chuckle slowly immenated from the cat, before it became a full blown laugh. This was truly amusing; it was almost as if this misconstruted creature believed there was any difference between a wolf and a dog. He had never known for their to be any difference.
As for the filthy feline, well, he had been called worst in his days.
'Deuce you say? Deadwood Wolf Pack? You amuse me Deuce, you really do. For the sake of argument I suppose you can refer to me as "Old Cat".
'You see, i am so ancient that my name has passed beyond my memory, it must not have truly been important if I managed to forget it.'
'So does this Deadwood wolf pack honestly believe they can own this land, that is home to all the creatures from the trees and the birds to bees and the ants?'
Wolftears137: Of all the inconcieveably arrogant things to say, to accuse her of amusing him? Thatw as really just TOO much! Her hackles began to raise. Already this house cat was beginning to grate on her nerves, and she wondered how Deacon would deal with him. Or better yet, jorn. A sneer lifted the corner of her lips as she stared at old cat and thought of jorn. She hated them both, both seemed to rub her fur the wrong way. She lifted her chin more, staring at him, not deigning to reply to his idiotic questions.
Bebi Darkblade1: 'No response? I reasoned as much,' Old Cat said after a time.
'Boss! There you are boss, Tsalagi thought he lost you. Where'd you go? Oh, it's another kitty!' Tsalagi said, looking over at Deuce. 'That's not a cat you moronic bird. That's a wolf,' Old Cat replied. 'An arrogant one at that.'
'Arrogant? is that the Wolfie's name?' Tsalagi turned towards Deuce. 'Is your name Arrogant?'
Wolftears137: Deuce quirked an eyebrow at the sight of the crow. She was actaully rather fond of birds, even if they did seem a tad, well...birdbrained. She cast a glare at Old Cat that would have withered the leaves off the tree. Peevishly she replied, "Calling me arrogant is like the pot calling the kettle black, feline."
She returned her gaze to the crow, an almost smile hiding in her bicolored optics. "I am called Deuce. And you would be?" This crow almost reminded her of the raveness Pala except Pala was more subdued than this crow she faced now.
Bebi Darkblade1: 'Tsalagi's name is Tsalagi. That's boss. You'll have to excuse boss, he gets grumpy when he doesn't get his naps. He's old. Boss is very, very old. Boss is actually a good pluma-thingy, he's really smart and he knows where all the good food is. He calls me "Stupid Bird",' Tsalagi said, puffing his chest out as if it were a title.
Old Cat chuckled listening to the bird ramble. At least now he had found someone else to bug besides him.
Wolftears137: Deuce tilted her head, studying the crow quietly. Briefly she wondered how the feline put up with the bord, the she decided she didn't quite care. Amusement thick in her voice, she asked, "Pluma-thingy? And what, prey tell, is that?" Though she knew the crow meant Puma, she was rather intrigued by Tsalagi's inane chatter.
Bebi Darkblade1 : 'Well, you were a kitty but Boss tells me that you're a Wolfie. And he's a Pluma.'
'Puma, you damn bird,' Old Cat muttered.
'Pluma. Tsalagi say it his way, you say it yours Boss,' Tsalagi said, before turning back to Deuce. 'So do you know where food is. If boss doesn't eat soon boss will die, and Tsalagi don't want Boss to die. He's trying to find some place called Eden. He won't tell Tsalagiwhat it looks like, but he says that's where he wants to die at. So Tsalagi is trying to help him find it.'
'We can find our own food, bird,' Old Cat shouted out. 'Now come on. We're leaving.'
Tsalagi watched Old Cat melt back into the fog before turning towards Deuce, waiting for the "wolfies" response.
Wolftears137 : Deuce looked amused. "Tell you what, Tsalagi. Theres a palce called deadwood. We dont have much, but what we do have, we can share. It's about...oh...a few miles from here in that direction." She pointed in the general direction of home, amusement in her eyes. "I tell you, cause I have the feeling that if 'Boss' dies, you'll go. And I rather like you." Sh e gave the crow a lopsided grin.
Bebi Darkblade1: 'When boss dies, Tsalagi will die,' Tsalagi said, looking at Deuce. 'Bye-bye Deuce. Thank you, and Tsalagi thinks that boss says Thank you too. Tell your package family that Tsalagi says hi,' the bird then lifted off the ground, taking flight and chasing after Old Cat.
'Wait up Boss, Tsalagi wants to come too! Don't move so fast!'
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