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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:15 pm
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One would say that Seraph was probably bordering on psychotic, something no one really stayed around to disprove because of her daeva appearance. This was a total shame considering they would be mostly wrong. Considering who her grandfather was they probably had good concern however because Seraph did admit to gleeful amounts of sadistic behavior on a good day. Hell if she could get the old man, this being her father and not her grandfather, in one of those moods when her mother wasn’t around the world would border on kicking the bucket in attempt to escape the chaos they often got themselves into. However little of that mattered at the moment you see as Seraph was in the simplest of terms bored.
She was bored, utterly and dangerously bored. Hell she was just about to start the forest on fire for shits and giggles, but considering her bloody family history she would probably be saddled in with some mate and with that would come all the stupid normal every day stuff. Which her tiny miscue phim blood decided it wouldn’t be so bad. Ugh she hated that part of her lineage with a passion, mostly because she had met an interesting men that would have been fine mate wise she supposed but every single time they learned she had a phim for a grandmother, they decided suddenly that she wasn’t good enough for them.
Then when she decided to come home, because hey she did on occasion want to see her father and mother for purely daughter reasons, she often inevitably ran into the devil spawn that where her older sisters. Ugh and then she would have to deal with that whole twin thing, which they weren’t as the only thing remotely the same on them was their eye color and a few shared colors. She supposed since they had gone on for years they could probably be considered fraternal twins however she could do without their annoying clinginess and the thought that she wouldn’t set the three of them, herself included, on fire. Her flames jumped in irritation showing her state of mind at the moment. “Bored, so utterly bored. Oh look at that she had set the silly leaves on fire. With an annoyed grunt she rolled over and quickly snuffed out the flames before the bush turned into something more massive and she had to find another forest. She so needed something interesting to happen, hell she’d welcome some frolicking in flowers with a phim of all things as something to do. After all she did have those non daeva moments herself. Suddenly she was distracted by the barking of a squirrel, which had run out of the bush presumably to give it a peace of its mind for setting its current place of existence on fire. It was about then that it noticed it was actually mouthing off to a daeva before running up a tree into what it must have thought as safety.
Maybe she could find Morin and hit him up to go rob something; the phim wasn’t too bad for a bird winged creature and had been part of a tribe of thieves. Well he didn’t actually steal being one for more cryptic games of confusing other modifoxes and leading them astray and away from the actual thieves but on occasion it seemed as if he fell into annoying bouts of stagnation as well. However Morin was never really found in the same place ever, although he supposedly had a stationary place where his family dwelled, so finding the purple and black phim was more exercise than she wanted to put out at the moment.
“Huh wasn’t that rather hypocritical of me” Seraph said to no one in particular. After all going on probably a nerve wrecking journey to find a phim that she may or may not find in order to steal something to get rid of boredom, well wouldn’t that actually kill said boredom if only to switch it to irritation on not finding what she wanted? Maybe she could have kids, the buggers would have half of her families genes which promised to either make her cross that psychotic border, or give her something to do and hell she would beat her sisters at something. No that would be a dumb reason to have kids and she would never hear the end of it from her father and or possibly her mother.
So back to scaring squirrels from bushes it was…
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 9:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 12:34 pm
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He was truly happy, after all not many foxes like him got to have a happily ever after not when life started with such a miserable beginning. He had a good set of friends, he could always hit up Duo for a bit of fun and mischief that their mates just couldn’t understand, and Gil was just so fun to tease. Besides he had to look out for the poor guy after all Gil had been separated from his precious person and he was so gloomy to begin with. Boris did feel slightly bad at the fact that the male seemed to be deathly afraid of cats, but this was a small small feeling. After all there was no time like the present to get over your fears, or make them worse as Boris was probably doing. However he did admit he missed the old faces, like the twins and blood. Hell he even missed Mary, although he was quite pleased to get away from the old man’s horrible violin playing. He didn’t even want to know how the guy figured out how to play that stupid contraption with paws of all things.
Thinking about it Boris wouldnt let it keep him down in the long run after all it was worth it in the long run, he got to be with Emaline. Even with the thought of her a purr escaped his throat, but she liked him for him. She genuinely wanted to be with him, although he knew she didn’t like some of his more dangerous stunts and thought she should leave poor gil alone. However she made him happy and special and Boris thought he wouldn't mind loosing a lot more if he could just stay by her side for as long as she wanted to be with him.
Besides he shouldn’t think that he would never see the twins again or never see the others. After all he had gotten separated from everyone, he didn’t have any new friends and he thought he would never see Emaline again, which was a very dangerous time for the cat like strangely dressed fox. After all he could have totally gone along with that one vixen and ended up drunk with kids, and oh would that be hell to try to tell Emaline. He had heard all sorts of horror stories on when that had happened to other females or males. So he had refrained from drinking and managed to stay relationship and kid free until he started meeting others he could call friends, and finally even Emaline came back.
Wasn’t too bad for a strange little kit that no one wanted.
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