History in the Making
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Of course she wouldn't be able to get through the day without some kind of consequence for neglecting her training. Humiliation tended to be a crueler punishment than a reprimand and surely the ancestors would punish her accordingly. Sat awkwardly on her tail staring at nothing but the ground, she awaited this punishment as she would await the vengeful fangs of her caretaker for her behavior.

She had smelled the other as she was left dangling awaiting her demise and the scent only became stronger as she remained awkwardly positioned on the ground, too embarrassed to move let alone spare her further pain from her weight crushing her precious tail. As he spoke, her ears lowered to mute his words, hoping in vain that if she could not hear him, then perhaps he would disappear and leave her to her embarrassment alone. But again, she was not so lucky to have her childish wish come true. He was still there... and rather patiently at that.

"...not curious," she contested under her breath while curling tighter into herself. Perhaps if she made herself small she could somehow disappear... "...tail hurts..."



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