05-21-2009, 01:41 PM
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yayy, exciting. XD. 434 words, coming posts on my part will surely be shorter.
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Alexey had said Princess was here. Tokyo couldn't believe it, but the faint wisp of a familiar scent around the area and the fact that Alexey had had no reason to lie to Tokyo meant that... Well, she didn't know what it meant. She hadn't found her daughter, yet, if she was truly in the area. And maybe she was just imagining the scent, with wishful thinking. But the potential of it being true still lurked in the shadows of her mind. A series of dark areas impossible to avoid in the natural train of thought, the small face of her daughter popping up uncalled for in any moment of reflection.
It was one of the most frustrating things Tokyo had ever experienced. If Princess were really here, this endless drawing out of their encounter only served to build up the tension. If she weren't, then this was all some sort of cruel joke. The light colored female walked wearily out of her den near the coast. She should probably walk inwards towards the forest, wander the land as she had been doing so for the past few days. But she was sick and tired of always looking. It took too much out of her, and she was more discontent than she had allowed herself to be in a long while. Because the easiest way to get over something was to decide it wasn't worth dwelling on, but the problem was, this was!
This was important. This was... her child. The good one. The one she missed. Although, a little part of her missed the four dead ones, too. But never the boy. And it was only Princess! Which means she must have forgiven her mother, which means she must have been betrayed by Buttface, and was back on her mother's side, and understood why Tokyo had acted the way she had. It was only for their own good! The boy was a terrible influence. It was written all over his face, all over his fur. It was warm, but Tokyo shivered at the ghost of Raphael springing to life old memories.
So instead, Tokyo walked down to the beach. She wasn't shifted, and the sand felt nice crumbling under each step of a paw. She stopped right where the sand got damp, digging out a quick, shallow hole and curling up in it. For once, she wasn't even worrying about the sand getting in her fur, wasn't worrying about whether her fur would be any less shiny. She was just trying to enjoy the heat, and the sun, and the sound of the waves gently lapping.
yayy, exciting. XD. 434 words, coming posts on my part will surely be shorter.
ic -
Alexey had said Princess was here. Tokyo couldn't believe it, but the faint wisp of a familiar scent around the area and the fact that Alexey had had no reason to lie to Tokyo meant that... Well, she didn't know what it meant. She hadn't found her daughter, yet, if she was truly in the area. And maybe she was just imagining the scent, with wishful thinking. But the potential of it being true still lurked in the shadows of her mind. A series of dark areas impossible to avoid in the natural train of thought, the small face of her daughter popping up uncalled for in any moment of reflection.
It was one of the most frustrating things Tokyo had ever experienced. If Princess were really here, this endless drawing out of their encounter only served to build up the tension. If she weren't, then this was all some sort of cruel joke. The light colored female walked wearily out of her den near the coast. She should probably walk inwards towards the forest, wander the land as she had been doing so for the past few days. But she was sick and tired of always looking. It took too much out of her, and she was more discontent than she had allowed herself to be in a long while. Because the easiest way to get over something was to decide it wasn't worth dwelling on, but the problem was, this was!
This was important. This was... her child. The good one. The one she missed. Although, a little part of her missed the four dead ones, too. But never the boy. And it was only Princess! Which means she must have forgiven her mother, which means she must have been betrayed by Buttface, and was back on her mother's side, and understood why Tokyo had acted the way she had. It was only for their own good! The boy was a terrible influence. It was written all over his face, all over his fur. It was warm, but Tokyo shivered at the ghost of Raphael springing to life old memories.
So instead, Tokyo walked down to the beach. She wasn't shifted, and the sand felt nice crumbling under each step of a paw. She stopped right where the sand got damp, digging out a quick, shallow hole and curling up in it. For once, she wasn't even worrying about the sand getting in her fur, wasn't worrying about whether her fur would be any less shiny. She was just trying to enjoy the heat, and the sun, and the sound of the waves gently lapping.
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