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Panda had been out this fine Canadian afternoon, looking for some medicinal plants for her to use in the future when she needed to help heal a patient. She had been out alone this afternoon, for Venom had some things to do that required just his presence (meditation and possibly some extracurricular activities.) without the interference of her own energy and emotions (and trust me, it didn't seem like Panda had very many emotions, but with what he felt every time she was near him, he could feel the overbearing pressure of her own emotions that were suppressed by her passive aggressiveness.) simply because he needed to be alone to evaluate his own self worth and emotions about things without the constant pressure of 'her' emotions, thoughts in the corner of his mind, speaking only loud enough to make him want to listen to 'her' thoughts. They both were under the impression that they were telepathic with each other, even if they weren't.
Panda had walked through the plain, her studded/checkerboard skirt hugging her hips, and Venom's oversized button down plaid shirt on her shoulders, unbuttoned and her hip held an open bag that had jars in it to collect plants. Panda bent down every once in awhile to pick up a plant before her half ears would perk, and her coal nose picked up a very unfamiliar scent within her lands. Her shackles raised on her back, Anathema had a policy against intruders, and Panda did not take them lightly, even if her disposition was normally laid-back and friendly. Her normally smiling maw had a frown placed there before she stood to her full height and she tracked the scent.
The plains made it easy for the much smaller luperci to be seen by the chocolate eyes of the coal and snow pelted woman. Her half-tail stood up straight, and her stance was rather rigid as she came a few yards away from the man. She pulled her half-ears back flat on her head and she lifted a lip to show a fang. She smelt him and his sex, she knew that he was no pup. He should know better than to trespass on lands that were not his. (it was pretty hypocritical of her, since she had been border retarded herself, but she was simply protecting the borders like a good member.) What is yerr business here in Anathema, dog? the woman asked, her voice authoritative, almost on the edge of aggression.
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