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Eris Eternity · 09-07-2010, 04:49 AM

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Of course this canine was attractive; the sable-shaded woman was not blind to the curves and musculature of his body. She would have been far more appreciative of such a thing if she had not been in such pain, with a steady beat of it in time with her heart throbbing through her face. Though she knew how to take some of the pain away with warmed water and a cloth, the sable canine was not a healer, and she did not know any more than she had already done. The man's concern only endeared him to her further, and she played up her drama, turning her head away as if in shame or embarrassment, though she had turned her head toward the sun, which did little to shade the markings and swelling from sight. “One of my family members,” she said, a melodramatic whine to her voice.

“Gabriel sorted it out, but...” Eris said, clearly dissatisfied. Halo had not shed a drop of blood, and yet here she was still aching, days after the fact. That was not fair in her eyes—maybe she had provoked the cinnamon-shaded woman, but she should have known to keep the rats locked away in her room where they were safe. Eris wasn't the only one with a distaste for them; Itzcitla did not know the difference between a pest animal and those pet animals. Though Eris had tried to tell him not to kill anything, it was hard to train a cat to care about much high speech, and Eris did not know low speech. Independent as the ocelot was, would he even have listened?

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