| Subject: ...Oh Look, A Furry Scratching Post... |
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Date Posted: 18:24:30 11/13/03 Thu
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[.. reaper of souls ..]
's message, "[.. oh look. more amusement for death..]" on 17:44:38 11/13/03 Thu
Aw, poor Reaper, surrounded by fire spitting, estrogen driven, maternal larks. Guess the male couldn't hold his own. Oculars rolling upward into her skull the feminine cougar made a gruff growling noise of irritation.
"Yes, well, the fact that I'm joining you is just one of the displeasureable downsides of having walked in this general direction."
Of course, the hormone clashes that came with conceiving had not yet worn off, though the puma had always been cynical. Yes, the joys of being caring and over protective, right, to her that was just one of those words people throw around, like loving or feelings, and cannibalism is just a normal fact of life practiced by every feline around the world, especially the males. One of the reasons she had made sure her own kits had not followed her the whole way, though her maternal intuition helped her to know exactly where they were.
Just then she noted the reflective eyes peering from the birth den behind Bella’donna, oh, lovely, so the vile she-demon had spawn. She could see it now, waking up one summer morning and smack dab, right in front of her from her tree top view were little cretin whelps with the genes of Bella’ in them. That’ll make for a fun few next years don’t cha’ know. Senses still on full alert for her own brood that still wondered in the backwoods the mountain lioness waited for the welcome-back-threat that would come from the Siberian.
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