12-28-2009, 04:36 PM
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One more post from you, maybe? Then we can either close this or continue, up to you. 300+
What a revelation this was; Svara Thames, one of society’s parasites, was no longer of this world. At least, that’s what her spawn seemed to be implying. Puppies often said lots of things, though. Perhaps she meant that Svara was just as good as dead to her. Figurative or not, such news mattered little to the Acer, really. Rejoicing over someone’s death was not in her nature. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said about the chocolate-coated male. A combination of pity and compassion briefly overtook her, and she allowed her features to soften ever so slightly. That is, until profanity infiltrated her receivers.
Her face instantly morphed into a mask of disapproval; upper lip curling into a snarl of sorts. Obviously, the pup’s former guardians hadn’t done much good in terms of education. Such a foul mouth on a child was disconcerting, and it made her hair stand on end. No Dahlian would tolerate said behavior near their beloved Papavers. Mew most certainly would not appreciate her brood coming into contact with the corrupted child. Svara’s daughter would be a bad influence on the rest of the children, unless disciplined right away. The Rosen’s gaze sought hers, giving her the go-ahead to do as she pleased before retiring.
He hadn’t given her much of a choice. In that same moment, Alexey had been pegged as the child’s mentor. Although it pleased her none, she had every intention of providing the furball with proper care. But her decision wasn’t irreversible. Should things go awry, the Acer would send the child on her way. She would not compromise what little harmony they had for a twisted little gremlin. “First off,” she finally spoke, honey-hued eyes riveting to the little girl. “Swearing is forbidden from now on, so keep your mouth under control.” Failure to oblige would result in removal from Dahlia de Mai if necessary. She would take no chances, knowing what Svara had been capable of.
“You’ll be staying with me until you’re old enough to make it on your own. That is, if you have any intention of staying with us. The choice is yours,” That being said, Alexey took a few steps away from the child, in the same direction Dahlia’s leader had taken. She then halted and turned, looking over her shoulder to see if the crude little girl would become one of Dahlia de Mai’s newest Papavers.
What a revelation this was; Svara Thames, one of society’s parasites, was no longer of this world. At least, that’s what her spawn seemed to be implying. Puppies often said lots of things, though. Perhaps she meant that Svara was just as good as dead to her. Figurative or not, such news mattered little to the Acer, really. Rejoicing over someone’s death was not in her nature. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said about the chocolate-coated male. A combination of pity and compassion briefly overtook her, and she allowed her features to soften ever so slightly. That is, until profanity infiltrated her receivers.
Her face instantly morphed into a mask of disapproval; upper lip curling into a snarl of sorts. Obviously, the pup’s former guardians hadn’t done much good in terms of education. Such a foul mouth on a child was disconcerting, and it made her hair stand on end. No Dahlian would tolerate said behavior near their beloved Papavers. Mew most certainly would not appreciate her brood coming into contact with the corrupted child. Svara’s daughter would be a bad influence on the rest of the children, unless disciplined right away. The Rosen’s gaze sought hers, giving her the go-ahead to do as she pleased before retiring.
He hadn’t given her much of a choice. In that same moment, Alexey had been pegged as the child’s mentor. Although it pleased her none, she had every intention of providing the furball with proper care. But her decision wasn’t irreversible. Should things go awry, the Acer would send the child on her way. She would not compromise what little harmony they had for a twisted little gremlin. “First off,” she finally spoke, honey-hued eyes riveting to the little girl. “Swearing is forbidden from now on, so keep your mouth under control.” Failure to oblige would result in removal from Dahlia de Mai if necessary. She would take no chances, knowing what Svara had been capable of.
“You’ll be staying with me until you’re old enough to make it on your own. That is, if you have any intention of staying with us. The choice is yours,” That being said, Alexey took a few steps away from the child, in the same direction Dahlia’s leader had taken. She then halted and turned, looking over her shoulder to see if the crude little girl would become one of Dahlia de Mai’s newest Papavers.