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- Jontae de l'Or - 11-04-2009 Jontae had no clue what in the world she was going to do about this figure that she was suppose to believe was her father. He didn't seem to want anything to do with her and as hard as she tried she didn't think that she wanted anything to do with him either. Her mother had told her that he was a great man and that she was a bit like him, but she was starting to think that perhaps her mother was very wrong indeed. She had been trying to follow the scent of her father but it had been a long and hard time tracking the king and she was growing tired. The small girl sat down in the cold morning frost and sighed. She didn't even know why in the world she was looking for him, he was probably just going to act like a snot again and ignore her. Firefly and Ruri seemed to like him though and she couldn't understand why everyone else liked him and he seemed to like them but he seemed to believe that she was something less than the fleas in his pelt. Her bottom lip pouted out as she glared at the frosty grasses before her. Why was she so disliked when she barely even knew her dad. - Jacquez Trouillefou - 11-05-2009 [html]
Table by Sie! - Jontae de l'Or - 11-14-2009 ooc: Oh God no! Puppy eyes! Jontae had been quietly pondering this strange new world that had been thrust upon her when the scent of her father caught her attention. Her tiny little ears quivered as she tried to decide just what to do. She had figured that if the man wanted nothing to do with her than she'd give him just that and ignore him for the most part unless more was demanded of her. The small brown and tan girl really didn't understand much of this world but she was trying atleast, which was more than some were willing to do. She caught the smallest bit of motion from the corner of her eye as the brilliant pelt of her father came into view. She wondered why her own pelt was so much darker and why except for one pathetic floppy ear and a silky coat she shared nothing in common with the man. While she watched the male crossing before her she didn't speak though her eyes cried out for the male, a sad pitiful hunger in those blue green wells that begged for acceptance and love from the creature that was suppose to be family. - Jacquez Trouillefou - 11-17-2009 [html]
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