09-24-2008, 04:25 PM
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| http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... -eagle.jpg);background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom;"> Hi... -coughs- What? Slow? No idea what you're talking about love. The male mix spoke and Dawali's mood turned slightly darker by each word. Not sad, nor angry, but disappointed, maybe. They were that many? It wasn't as if he could blame them, though. The lands here were beautiful, and the variation let anyone find something that suited them close to perfectly. This clearing they were standing in had already gone to Dawali's heart, and judging by the satisfied face of Gvihita watching them from afar, she approved. But it meant that they might have issues claiming land, and really, thy didn't need more obstacles now. He was tired, and he wanted to just be able to sit down somewhere and know that it would be home the next morning too. And even a week from then. It wasn't as if the attack and death of so many of them wasn't tiring enough. But lingering on it changed nothing, and he knew the secrets of the afterlife, so he knew better than to despair. Thus he did not grieve his lost wife either; she was in a good place. Gvihita knew, and he trusted her, despite her moods. She was like a faithful grumpy friend, always following yet never giving away her affection. It suited her species. Coyotes. Now that was something interesting. There hadn't been a awful lot of them where they came from, yet he'd encountered a few. And here was another species present, one he hadn't really reckoned on finding. It was a surprise, but by no means a negative, and he held no grudge against his kind. It just simply surprised him somewhat. So you're quite the number, then. And yourself? Have your species also formed a pack around here? As soon as the words left his mouth, Dawali realised his bad choice of words and sincerely hoped the male would not notice. "your species" wasn't a particularly good way of putting it, was it? Mentally, the red male scowled at himself, and Gvihita - who noticed his embarassement - had flown over to sit on his shoulder, claws poking into his skin in a rythmic fashion. She was giggling at his dismay - she always would. Quietly, he whispered at her, shaking his head in her direction absently but keeping his eyes on the male in front of him. Oh hush you. |