06-20-2008, 08:56 PM
Adopted? The idea rang queer to the puppy apathetic wolf as she considered it. Why in the world would someone want to burden themselves with a grimy whining needy little bundle of bane especially when the little urchin wasn’t there own to begin with? Hmmm a true mystery. Obviously lacking in the maternal fluff department, Talou truly found herself at loss for understanding. Yet considering her current strive towards petty revenge and deception the Brit chose to move on from the arcane theme. Nodding her head in an agreeable fashion the girl was also sure to smile sweetly as she answered in a similar voice. Aw how sweet of her.
Although her hands had been kept busy through out her deep brooding and subject changing, Toulouse brought herself to a fast break in relation to the male’s words. What was she doing? Well she was getting back at his adopted mother that’s what she was doing. She was trying to get one over on the first wolf insane enough to think that she was someone to be messed with. She was solidifying her role as a rogue that put herself above all others especially those who insisted that she do the opposite. That’s what she was doing! Oh well…I’m trying to be friendly. Speaking on a sing-song cadence, as she gathered herself into one of her favored sitting positions, by the time that Tully had finished her spiel her legs were laid gently one on top of the other and gathered closely at her side while one paw supported her at the side and the other made trivial swirls in the chocolate down of her leg. I swear seems like yall folks around here got something against kindliness. Looking up from her petty task with doey almost gloomy eyes it was truly a shame that such a beautiful portrait had been entirely forged. Come on boy take the bait.
However before she had a chance to see her deceiving actions through the prostitute was faced with another question. Had it not served as another opening for her to play the boy Tully might’ve been bugged by his ignorance but instead fate chose to deal her a better hand. Still…kids and there damned questions. Yeah cute…you know the opposite of ugly. Moving her hand again to handle his face. The Corvus attempted to hook a delicate paw under his chin as she pretended to give an honest inspection of his mug. Yeah you’re cute for sure...cause you definitely ain’t ugly.
Although her hands had been kept busy through out her deep brooding and subject changing, Toulouse brought herself to a fast break in relation to the male’s words. What was she doing? Well she was getting back at his adopted mother that’s what she was doing. She was trying to get one over on the first wolf insane enough to think that she was someone to be messed with. She was solidifying her role as a rogue that put herself above all others especially those who insisted that she do the opposite. That’s what she was doing! Oh well…I’m trying to be friendly. Speaking on a sing-song cadence, as she gathered herself into one of her favored sitting positions, by the time that Tully had finished her spiel her legs were laid gently one on top of the other and gathered closely at her side while one paw supported her at the side and the other made trivial swirls in the chocolate down of her leg. I swear seems like yall folks around here got something against kindliness. Looking up from her petty task with doey almost gloomy eyes it was truly a shame that such a beautiful portrait had been entirely forged. Come on boy take the bait.
However before she had a chance to see her deceiving actions through the prostitute was faced with another question. Had it not served as another opening for her to play the boy Tully might’ve been bugged by his ignorance but instead fate chose to deal her a better hand. Still…kids and there damned questions. Yeah cute…you know the opposite of ugly. Moving her hand again to handle his face. The Corvus attempted to hook a delicate paw under his chin as she pretended to give an honest inspection of his mug. Yeah you’re cute for sure...cause you definitely ain’t ugly.