05-06-2009, 03:49 PM
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With the taste of the flowers evident and strong on her tongue, she hocked up nice sized saliva to spit out to try and rid of the taste from her tongue, but to no avail did it stick. A snowy paw began to smash the remaining flower stock, as if it was a revenge for the foul taste it done to her. It was then a mismatched appearance was instantly behind her, one of which that nearly scared the fur off her (merely because she was smashing property of Dahlia, no matter how insignificant the flowers might be in size). Turning on the pads of her heels, she spun around to meet the two-toned male, one of which Catalyst couldn't take her eyes off his piercing blue eyes when she initially met him.
Even though it wasn't Slay's fault directly, his presence made things seem more foreign in Dahlia than it should have been. It was blatantly clear that the two were in no way blood related, for their colors and eye composition were on different ends of the spectrum. Not to mention the fact that, well, Catalyst never really had a father-type figure, or any older males in her life up until this point. A little out of the ordinary, kind of weird. She was so used to feminine care, even while Cercelee didn't exactly win her trust over one hundred percent, an older male influence would be twice as difficult to achieve any status of trust or foundation.
At Slay's warm greeting, the pup wore somewhat of a half-sulk, half-grimace. Not at his company, however; she was still perturbed about eating that silly flower! "Hello, Mist'ur Slay." She simply stated, her young voice heavily laced with her German accent. "Nein, nicht gut." Making a disgusted face, her muzzle motioned over to the trampled flowers she smashed. Even though she was indeed not impressed by the taste on her tongue, she also held a wary glance, wondering if Slay were to say anything about the flowers she demolished. Hoping that he wouldn't, she instead tilted her head in inquiry of what he previously said about grapes in his sentence. "Gr... gra'hpes? Grapes?!" Wasn't sure what Slay was talking about, she never really experienced any sort of exotic fruits, or really anything remotely related to produce and the like yet. "Was sind die?" Hopefully Slay would be able to somewhat comprehend what she was trying to say, as she wore a quizzical look with her head tilted to the side, but her dual eyes flickered with sudden curiosity in the word.