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This table is for J'adore Austral! 
J'adore opened his eyes and shook his head lightly, he wasn't tired, just bored. The chase was over and the prey was dead.
Anything else we can do? he asked, rolling onto his back.
He was for the kill not the meat. He had eaten a while ago, but not long enough for him to be hungry again. The Spaniard was lazy these days, nobody was stupid enough to approach him, unless they were friendly with him. With Axelle, they had been on a steady friendship for years, though they were both temperate and had caused each other a few injuries the pair still met up with each other every few days. The relationship would probably never go any further. If it did however, it's not to say he wouldn't let it.
He giggled softly, it was a light dancing sound, unbelievable coming from the solid brute. J'adore stood and stared Axelle in the eyes.
What do you wanna do?! he grinned childishly, still giggling a little. For know reason.
He shook the frost from his fur and rolled his eyes at the silence, 'You gonna speak?'. Payback? Ha! he thought.
He gazed up at the sky, thinking this was probably the best relationship he'd every had with anyone. Which would make Axelle his best friend... Wierd?
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