Light of Sagittarius

Ralla · 02-05-2011, 02:02 PM

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Your next post is the last one, and then I archive >.> This snowstorm plottage is gonna kill me if I don't do some wrapping up :X

Kemo's good humor was infectious, so much so that she was quite surprised when his tone shifted--again--and he began to comment on her question of 'what else would you like to do'. As his words went on and he got closer, Ralla got steadily stiffer and stiffer, her ears and tail standing as straight up as her fur, her eyes narrowed in a nervous anxiety. What? What? What!? If the scene had been a comedy, there would be a divine voice calling down: 'Get your mind out of the gutter!'. As it was, Ralla very near jumped out of her skin when Kemo touched his nose to her shoulder, as she had previously done, and then watched with a mixture of confusion and the feeling of being tricked--which she was--as the male bounded off into the forest, having declared his 'game'. She had to cover her mouth with a paw to keep from laughing as he almost ran smack into a tree, but spread her paws apart to prepare herself for a mad dash.

"Not for long!" she called back, shooting forward like a rocket, quickly catching up to the birthday boy, seeing as both of them were weighed down with their meal. Ralla had yet to meet someone who could match her in speed (when she wasn't so full), her body built almost entirely geared towards agility and little strength. She ran at his pace for a time, giving him a false sense of security before speeding up again, which wasn't that much faster considering their added weight. With a show that would've been more impressive if he could see and had she been in top form, Ralla bounded once in the air to rebound off a tree trunk and tackle Kemo to the ground, rolling a few times till they both stopped. When Ralla recovered from the impact, she let out a yelp, that which she hadn't done since she was a pup, and scrabbled away, intent on keeping her new status as 'not it' in tact. "Ha!" She said, uncharacteristically happy with the fact that she had just...well, tackled the birthday boy. She felt no remorse, though; that was the game. On the other hand, going back to the 'if it were a comedy' comparison, the voice would've said: '...You couldn't go easy on the blind wolf whose birthday it is...?'

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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