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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 3:20 pm
"Right." Xinavane agreed with a short nod. Then she moved off into the grass, crawling along and keeping the tree in sight. She was really getting the hang of this whole imagination thing!
Then she saw it. The perfect way to keep this game real enough for her to enjoy. A small feild mouse a little ahead of her... She grinned widely. She had found an ideal 'tyrant'... which coincidentally, she could eat. She was getting hungry after all.
"Verdandi!" Xinavane yelled loudly, setting off the mouse, "I'VE FOUND THE TYRANT'S TRAIL!" Then she took off after the mouse, having a strong feeling that her new friend would be able to catch up. She certainly had enough energt anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:27 pm
Verdy had been part way to the tree when the call of her 'partner in arms' caught her attention, causing her to suddenly poke her head up above the grass. "WHAT? KEEP ON HIM! I'LL COME TO ASSIST YOU!" she yelled, then ducked into the grass and giggled. It was one of the few 'first steps' that someone had taken for her. Normally -she- was the one who shouted a battle cry and lept off to find the tyrant.
Of course, she -still- came to 'assist', zipping through the grass as quietly as her little body could take her, staying back far enough to allow her 'comrade' to take some glory.
Sneaking up behind Xinavane, the cheetah looked around curiously, trying to spot what it was that had been declared the 'Tyrant'. Whatever it was, she'd play along with it... but she wanted to know what they were looking at first.
"Where is he?" she whispered quietly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:42 pm
Xinavane was actually suprised by how into this she was getting. Really, who would have assumed that she of all lions would think this was fun? Normally she could be... well... uptight. She rarely took a moment to play. Even when she did, it was nothing like this.
"When he saw me, he transformed into a feild mouse!" She declared, poking at her ill-used imagination, and liking the result. A feild mouse who was really an evil tyrant. It made perfect sense... really.
"Come on! Before he gets away!" She said quickly, keeping up after the mouse and following its trail. She couldn't let it escape! After all, this was her moment to shine! And she was suprised that she was... she had played around, and now she really was enjoying it!
She had to take wild chances more often.
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