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Subject: ± Wobbles Over ± Author: ± Styx ± [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:41:15 02/16/02 Sat In reply to: Isis 's message, " "Eknath, Styx." Pronouncing their names in an almost-British accent, she then guides them closer to her. She eyed the silk goose-feather cusions on the oppposing wall of the cavern, far enough away that she would have to leave her children but a moment. Merely a moment, but too long for her to chance. But how may I rule when my only care is to protect them? The thought dissapates, as she hears one cry." on 15:55:04 02/16/02 Sat ± She dashes over and trip on a stone, landing face first on the ground. Snapping ficiously at the ground, she stands once more, and wipes the excess dirt off her knees then darts yet again toward her mother, as if nothing happened. ± ± Her claws grasp her mommie's scaled neck and swings around, finally plopping on the feathered area and stares at her with her huge eyes ± [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Cries silenced with the entrance of food, he takes one step, and then another. Confidence grows quickly, and the hatchling walks the rest of the distance. Butting his head against his mother's chest, he smiles sweetly up at her. Then he turns, wonderingly touching the meat, his stomach growling commandingly to his brain. (NT) Tarquin 17:39:15 02/16/02 Sat ± Butts Tarquin Playfully ± -- ± Styx ±, 20:10:30 02/16/02 Sat He yelps at his sister's 'attack', spinning to glare mightly at her. His mouth opens wider and he's about to emit the most gruesome sound when the sight of his mother catches his blue eyes. Abashed, he returns sullenly to his own meat, prodding at it...still hesitant about its use. (NT) -- Tarquin, 20:31:32 02/16/02 Sat ± Giggles ± -- ± Styx ±, 20:47:20 02/16/02 Sat Half-shrugging, the hatchling absorbs much air, and clamps onto the meat, shaking it wildly. It comes off in his jaws, half of it inside his gnawing teeth, the other half flying over to land on Styx. (NT) -- Tarquin, 23:36:54 02/16/02 Sat