12-05-2009, 04:50 AM
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Table by Sara-joe!WC: 378 // epic Miyu fail!
Darkness had fallen by the time the king swaggered back, ready to kick back and relax. His filly, Rue, had found a staunch companion in Finn's pet deer, and the unlikely duo had been perfectly content playing with each other from dawn 'til dusk. Jacquez felt the familiar creeping surliness, the undeniable jealousy of being pushed aside for someone else. He was supposed to be the center of everyone's universe. Why had this changed? What gave his subjects the right to push him aside and spent their time fawning over each other? He jutted his jaw and nudged the door open, stomping into the gloomy interior.
This small shanty had not seen much use, and as such, cobwebs and dust had gathered in the corners, the floorboards creaked in protest, the door was stiff on its hinges. He had adopted it as his own when the pack first formed, and then quickly realized that he spent more time wandering outside and brewing moonshine in the grotto than he did in this house. He returned there every once in a while, mainly to keep up appearances when he needed to meet with other packmates, but hadn't used it regularly until recently. Now that the cold weather was setting in earnest, he had to have a place with a roof or he felt he would freeze to death. The Chien Hotel had been his first thought, but his packmates came and went through there frequently, and he could always visit them himself if he wanted their company. Or command them to visit him here. Yes, that sounded better. He was still in charge here. He would gather the fraying threads of his kingdom, and twist them back into a shape he recognized.
Letting his triumphant mood carry him, the cocky man entered his bedchamber brusquely and dropped atop the straw mattress, landing on something more warm and fluffy than he had anticipated. "Hn?" he grunted, pushing himself awkwardly into a sitting position with one arm. Firefly... Had she come to warm his bed for him? At last, the seeds he had sown bore fruit. Something was going right. He let his hand rest comfortably on her shoulder as he snaked his way beneath the blankets, reveling in the wonderful surprise.
Darkness had fallen by the time the king swaggered back, ready to kick back and relax. His filly, Rue, had found a staunch companion in Finn's pet deer, and the unlikely duo had been perfectly content playing with each other from dawn 'til dusk. Jacquez felt the familiar creeping surliness, the undeniable jealousy of being pushed aside for someone else. He was supposed to be the center of everyone's universe. Why had this changed? What gave his subjects the right to push him aside and spent their time fawning over each other? He jutted his jaw and nudged the door open, stomping into the gloomy interior.
This small shanty had not seen much use, and as such, cobwebs and dust had gathered in the corners, the floorboards creaked in protest, the door was stiff on its hinges. He had adopted it as his own when the pack first formed, and then quickly realized that he spent more time wandering outside and brewing moonshine in the grotto than he did in this house. He returned there every once in a while, mainly to keep up appearances when he needed to meet with other packmates, but hadn't used it regularly until recently. Now that the cold weather was setting in earnest, he had to have a place with a roof or he felt he would freeze to death. The Chien Hotel had been his first thought, but his packmates came and went through there frequently, and he could always visit them himself if he wanted their company. Or command them to visit him here. Yes, that sounded better. He was still in charge here. He would gather the fraying threads of his kingdom, and twist them back into a shape he recognized.
Letting his triumphant mood carry him, the cocky man entered his bedchamber brusquely and dropped atop the straw mattress, landing on something more warm and fluffy than he had anticipated. "Hn?" he grunted, pushing himself awkwardly into a sitting position with one arm. Firefly... Had she come to warm his bed for him? At last, the seeds he had sown bore fruit. Something was going right. He let his hand rest comfortably on her shoulder as he snaked his way beneath the blankets, reveling in the wonderful surprise.