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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 7:24 am
Casalure grinned, only the faintest touch of blush at his cheeks. Important? Aye, Vas certainly was that.
"He was one of my first, and truest friends..." Casalure explained. "He didn't care about rank... He just... Talked to me... And treated me like I was normal... And we fought and challenged each other and argued... I'd never had anyone who would do that..."
And then we fell into a den together, and things changed....
His head perked up as the entrance came into sight. A few more paces and he'd be there, facing the indigo male he hadn't seen in far too long... 'Vas, please don't be mad...
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:47 pm
Vasire shifted from his vigil, Casalure's scent drifting to him on a stray bit of wind. His, and some female's. Vas rose to his feet in one fluid motion, stalking to the entrance. He could see them now, close enough to make him wonder why he had not heard them before. Vas, himself, seemed to materialize out of the darkness of the den, head held high and arrogant.
"Well, what have you brought home with you, Casalure?" Vasire purred. His voice was light, pleasant, though a strong thread of anger warmed the tone. "A stray?" He looked over at the female, barely able to keep a pleasant smile on his face and not bare his fangs at her. He did though, smile as charming as he could make it. "A lovely stray." He bowed to her, though the very movement seemed mocking. Anger lit the male's blue eyes, though he tried hard to conceal it. Only one adept at reading lions would see the stiffness to his shoulders, the fire in his eyes. And one truly skilled might see the fear underlying it all.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 4:44 pm
London was no mind reader. But she could sense something was off, forced. It didn't deter her (especially keeping in mind Cas' words about the male); if anything, it gave her that much more incentive to win Casalure's dear friend over.
"You could say that, " she said, that ever-sweet smile upon her lips. She gave a bow of her own; light, given her injured paw and that she still leaned on her old friend for support, but almost graceful considering. "You're as much a flatterer as Sir Casalure said, " she commented, a subtle glint of what may have been mischief in her eyes. Two could play at that. "Though he neglected to say how handsome you were."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:55 pm
Casalure was no fool.. He knew the fires of Vasire... True enough, honor burned... And love... And intelligence.. But there was anger in the Indigo Prince.. And there was cruelty.. And he adored this male just the same.
Seeing London was unafraid almost amused him, but he was impressed by the simple grace of her bearing. Even injured, she met this stranger on 'even footing' -so to speak- like an equal whom she even honored with a bow...
He too bowed slightly, mane falling into his eyes. "Greetings once again, Vasire... I bring London, one of my good friends... She was injured nearby, and cannot make it home.. I thought perhaps I would allow her to rest, and see what could be done for her..."
So many things left unsaid...
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 5:44 pm
Vasire smiled at her indulgently, at the same time cursing himself for a fool in the dark recesses of his mind. "You are too kind, My Lady." He bowed his head slightly. "It is surprising that you notice in the company of one such as Casalure." He murmured, hardly on the edge of hearing as if he were almost ashamed of the comment. He wasn't but if she thought that he felt himself inferior... Well, it had possibilities. He clucked his tongue. "How rude of me to keep you waiting out here, injured. Come inside and rest a spell."
Vasire let his eyes flick over to the other male, hearing things unsaid in Caslaure's all to formal tone. He didn't hear what was happening in his love's voice, only what he feared. The light blue male had dug out a place in Vasire's heart long ago, long before Vas would even admit it. To think that Casalure would come here with that... that... woman. Rage transformed his face into something bestial, demonic. Like a ripple it passed, smoothed out into charming smiles and polite words. Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly. Vasire barely contained a chuckle as he turned to London again.
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