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It was good to have Cue back whenever she deigned to be around. She was a fair fight - not that, he knew by now, Cry was in any way a poor fighter, but he rather suspected that he let him win sometimes, and that was unbearable. His and Cue's rivalry had not changed, and that kept their duels at the arena fresh. The longer she disappeared, the more schemes she returned with, but her style remained the same. At the moment, he was lashing into the undergrowth that she had once again vanished into, attempting to prompt a response - it was far more productive to have her resurface.

A rustle...he could feel the swift run of a vine against his hoof, and retracted it sharply - he wouldn't be caught so easy, but he did stagger back, and a careful sideward's glance revealed a wickedly sharpened twig, its tip tinted dark. She really did plot all of this out aforehand, impressive. A quick stamp to the right and he avoided the second set-up, though he was still off-balance. It's a bad stance to be caught in, he thought grimly, but at least I didn't fall for those!

When Cue struck, there came a "rrrrrr," from the side of the foliage. As its owner hit the ground, Play-Kill shook its head disapprovingly, jiggling the squirming foxbun in its jaws. "Rrrrr." It said, wandering up to its owner, pawing away the swirling dust from his hooves disdainfully, and finally dropping the furry creature right at that spot.


Death groaned, but the glimpse of his pet's live gift - it took to training very well, and the promise of Rise & Co. treats ensured that Play-Kill's hunting behaviour was always selfless - perked him up (especially at the prospect of distracting Cue and himself from the embarrassment of being caught off-guard). "Oh good," he peered over himself, taking a closer look at what it had deposited, "I was just in the mood for a snack."

Death irritably got onto his knees and prodded the foxbun closer. "Go get your own snack." He hissed at Cry, highly unamused by such an assertive statement.

"What?!" Death exploded, a hoof firmly over the foxbun to prevent it from fleeing.

"You did nearly get me a cheetah, Cue. That near miss with the pleasures of pet ownership, you could say, has turned my disposition."

The new direction of Cry's pet tastes made Death rather uneasy, and he shifted closer to his cheetah (which unfortunately did take a liking to the silent, rather more genteel brother) after relenting the fluffy little creature. Around his siblings, he could be as belligerent as he wanted: "but a foxbun? Of all things, Cry, a foxbun?"

The derision flowed freely. "It's tiny, it's fluffy, it can't hunt, it's twitchy, it's cutesy, it's not at all menacing, it's squishy and most of all," he pronounced as his grand finale, "it's stupid."