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Chiijresusu, Demon, Diablo and Nikira
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Date Posted: 07:59:15 01/29/03 Wed
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Letha
's message, "Third Call" on 22:11:15 01/28/03 Tue
Yawning and exposing his teeth for a moment, Diablo stretched like a cat, fores reaching out and back arching high. It seemed he would shatter a disc, but he kept stretching, the occasional pop of a joint audible. In his naturally lazy manner, Diablo flopped to the ground and stretched out on his side, auds pricked. One would think he was vulnerable in this position, but if need be, he knew exactly how to twist his body to latch onto the neck of possible assailants. His sides rose and fell with each breath, looking like royalty in some strange way, regardless of his pose.
Nikira returned the poke from Letha, plume wagging slightly in her generally happy manner. The scent of canine blood twinged her nostrils, and she glanced down upon Lethas' leg, spotting the wound. A light flick of the tongue as applied near it, possibly to help soothe the pain, before she sighed, lowering herself to her haunches. She had multiple small wounds herself, bruises under the skin as well, but they were ignored. For now her gaze was locked upon her siblings, studying them with tedious care. Spotting Diablo she rose and flopped down beside him. Her crania rested upon his side, rising and falling with each breath the large male took. A low bark/yip invited Letha to join as well, there was plenty of room on his side, and it was quite comfy as well.. (o_O; oooookay there...Dunno what I just wrote, but meh, whatever.)
Chijiresusu snorted, giving a mock-look of distaste to her siblings. But she rose as well with her natural liquid grace, soft steps carrying her to her siblings. She halted close to them. She lay down in between Nikiras' side and Diablos' back, where she curled up into a ball with a low rumble. It was unintelligible, so one was unsure whether the noise Chiji made was a snort or a growl. The silver vixens' crania was held high, keeping a watchful eye upon the area.
Demon scoffed at his sibling's antics, a low sneeze escaping his nares. His plume swayed placidly, stony gaze cast to Letha. It meant nothing, and his facade showed no clues as to what he was thinking. It was as if they had never met at the temple, and nothing had happened. He slunk forward as smooth as a snake, a rough nip placed strategically upon the three, before he lowered himself to his haunches a few feet from them. His fore paws stretched out, the muscles in his frame bunching up at his rump and ahoulders as he took on a relaxed yet lazy pose. He cast a glance to the meat and inhaled the scent of the doe's blood, though he was fully aware of Lethas' injury and his own as well. He would only wait a few minutes before tearing into the meat himself, regardless of the rule that his mind fought. Highest rank first. In a while, it would have no meaning whatsoever to the maniacal brute.
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