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 Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 11:48 am
He wasn't sure how to respond to that creature he was looking at. He wasn't sure how to respond to anyone really. Always making things a little more awkward for him. "You wouldn't fill someone my size up, anyways" He told her. She was nothing more then a snack at best. If that. When he ate, he ate big stuff. His favorite was water buffalo. But he didn't tell her that.
He looked at the part she was on, then back to her. Not much was an understatement to him. He saw nothing really eatable to him, or to her on there. Then again, he wasn't sure exactly what she ate. Nor would he ask her about it. Wasn't really any of his concern.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 5:22 am
Viverri nodded in agreement and tried to imagine what would fill up this big lion-thing. Big grass beasts? A really big bird? Huge tasty eggs? It was hard for the small animal to think big, and her own stomach wasn't making it easier. Oh, she was fed up with sitting in this tree now. She was getting some food, one way or the other.
"I go down now," she said, watching the large lion intently as she started to climb down the tree. It was a gamble, but their conversation so far had made her as certain as she could be that it was safe. "Find food."
She wasn't going to stick around to test her theory however, and as soon as her paws hit the ground she scurried away as quickly as she could with her half healed leg. As she moved further away the night suddenly seemed a bit darker, but Viverri didn't connect her change of night vision to the God she had left behind.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 11:58 am
Sometimes it made Mychasi sad to see that things like this little genet didn't trust him. He was their protector. The one that keeps them safe unless something truly needed food. Then, it was what he left to natural selection of nature. Of course, he was aware of the fact that he looked just like most predators that scared the little genet to pieces.
One day, she'd realize that he was a friend, not foe. Or as much of a friend as he could be. Which was just perhaps someone to listen to problems, and not really add anything to the conversation. He wasn't a big talker, nor did he ever seem to care too much about something. He learned the hard way, the moment you care about something a ton it gets ripped away some how. Of course, this wasn't always true.
Finished
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