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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:53 pm
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What was going to be a mere visit to see Asra had failed. Her wing was limp against her side, a few small branches speared through the leather. Her eyes were narrow, mouth tight. If her father saw this.... If her grand-father saw this... Ugh. All she had wanted to do was remind Asra of her presence, and instead she had been attacked by a violent wind and thrown into a tree. Now? Well, she couldn't fly. At all.
"God dammit." Her mood was always known for changing rapidly, and it was bitter, cruel, and savage right now. Her flames licked at grass, purposefully lighting bugs on fire. She even went out of her way to slam a claw into a rabbits den, shutting off the entrance. The one thing that could piss her off the most was when she couldn't fly, and her wing certainly was in no condition to fly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:26 am
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She was not amused, far from it. However, was that movement she heard? A snarl threatened to leave her lips, however then that delicious scent reached her nose. Ah. Asra! Quickly, she moved to locate where the scent came from, practically running. When the scent seemed to become over-whelming was when she finally found her friend. A smile broke across the recently scowling face, tail flicking.
"So, I finally found you." She sighed contently, almost forgetting her wing. Then it ached, wincing briefly, reminding her how much trouble it had been to track her friend down. Damn.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 1:55 pm
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Smirking at the other vixen, Eisheth flicked her tail across Asra's front leg, a friendly gesture from her. Her wing twitched briefly, head raising when Asra began to fret. Wing suddenly lowering and pressing against her body, she flipped her ears back, lips becoming a tight line. Wait, fixing it would mean that it would hurt, wouldn't it?
"Wait, woah. Asra, it's alright. It'll just fix itself, right?" The 'Daeva was one of Sin's line, but even she didn't like the idea of her wounds being toyed with. Looking at her wing, she winced again. It was looking awful, granted, but.... Hrm.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 3:54 pm
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 10:32 pm
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 12:55 pm
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"Aight." She sighed back, defeat deep in her voice. God she hated losing. However, Asra was allowed, and only her, to boss her around. The 'Daeva flipped her tail suddenly around the 'Phims, grinning ear to ear as if she had accomplished a feat.
"If I am good and let you patch my poor wing up, promise to give me a favor?" She suddenly quipped, eyes narrowing in a plotting fashion. Oh, the reward would be sweet. Grinning wide, it was obvious she had schemes in mind, though Asra would never need to worry about physical harm.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:26 am
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"Oh, that's no fun. Come on, Asra, be a pal and play along." However, Eisheth spread her hurt wing wide, giving Asra full access now.
"Quickly, before I forget how to be good." She teased, tail flicking so it released Asra for the time being, twitching side to side in amusement. Oh, she'd get what she wanted, however perhaps she'd wait for a time when Asra couldn't refuse. She was sure the 'Phim would be difficult to slip into that situation, but Eisheth always loved games. Ears flicking briefly as wind drifted by, she glanced at the sky, scowling. Oh. Rain. Soon. She disliked rain, greatly. Maybe she'd slip off somewhere, or perhaps she'd stay put if Asra did. Though, she'd complain considerably.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 11:39 am
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Rain. Ew. Eisheth let out a low grumble, rolling her eyes in distain.
"I hate rain." She sounded almost childish as she grumbled, something her grandfather would probably not tolerate. Still. Whatever. Tail flicking in agitation, she stood and followed Asra, daring the clouds with a brief, hostile glare. As they reached the caves and Asra glanced in a cave she slipped into the cave, sighing.
"It smells like you. I like it." She admitted, not one to censor herself. The 'Daeva settled on the floor, tail twitching around her body as her nails toyed with her hair, her hurt wing laying against the ground, aching from the strain of keeping it raised while hurt.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 7:53 am
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