03-11-2009, 12:29 PM
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--  Attila was jumping back and forth as her surprised sister asked for him. He braked twice playfully and loudly so she could hear it. Though he had rejected her invitation for a play, but he wanted to finish up with the fur, so he could be free. He giggled as he waited for her to come after him, so they could have more space to play. He barked again, but decided a new strategy. The pale boy let go of the plushie, which fell in the ground near the den. He climbed the top of the entrance, looking down, waiting. He didn't know, but it would be useful as he would grow and needed to hunt. It was a hunting strategy that needed high places, but it was a very good one. As she came out, he would jump on her, playing a fight game, his favorites. He loved to horse play with Claudius, though it something got a little much realistic. He only hoped that she wouldn't start to cry. If so, he wouldn't be able to resist his mean side. Her cryingalways did that to him, and he needed to be carefull in those situatuions. The fact of being strong, mean and with not many patience, he would harm her, and that would not be cool. She was his sister, for crying out loud, and harming her would be unacceptable, even to him. Yes, he terrified Claudius, but he was his brother, and he could take it, though not emotionally.
Holding his wish to show up before the right time, the Aston boy waited, "stalking" his "prey", which was very delicate, and he must have in mind that, otherwise... |