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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:59 pm
Taraxa scowled. Of course she was talking to him. He was just trying to be utterly clever and mimic something to her that she'd once said to him. Taraxa realized that he shouldn't have expected her to realize what he was doing.
Oh, Zilly.
"Oh, Zilly," The scowl melted from his face as he finished 'cleaning' up the blood. "She'sh a freeborn. She'sh going to be able to do whatever she wantsh." Finished now, he peered at her. "Perhapsh a lawshpeaker or a prieshtesh. She won't have to be a reaver."
He was getting tired of talking. His tongue ached with every word.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:30 pm
Someone with more tact would have left it at that, but this was Zilly. Others often underestimated how much she understood things, assuming her to be either some walking psychopath or naive waste of space. Her own siblings thought as much, some of them.
She asked questions when she didn't 'get' things - always had. Never would she be without either a scrap of knowledge or a question with which to obtain it. Unless she didn't care about it.
"But you'll still be one. Shouldn't she get used to it?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:36 pm
"She'sh shtill a baby," he grunted, moving towards the mouth of the den so that he could plop his bottom down in the dust. He sighed upon doing so, closing his eyes wearily. "She'll come to undershtand that she'sh in a pride where fighting ish natshural." Duh, Zilly. Taraxa shifted about, gave another hefty sigh and then gracelessly eased into a lying position. Resting on his side, now, he peered up at Zilly with tired eyes.
"My mouth hurtsh," Taraxa complained, watching her carefully.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 5:00 pm
"She'll come to undershtand that she'sh in a pride where fighting ish natshural."
Zilly couldn't muster enough effort to make sense of his ramblings, but she knew it had been something about the pride. Probably saying she'd be a good member of the pride or get used to the pride.
Somehow, this led to another question:
"Where's the mom of those things?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:08 pm
Enough with the questions already. Taraxa groaned. He closed his eyes in exasperation. Her questions were getting kind of annoying.
"She'sh in a pride where the femalesh mate with femalesh. I left one daughter behind with her so that she wouldn't be alone." He grunted. He gave her a sideways glance.
"They're called cubsh, Zilly." Golden eyes closed again as he hoped that would indicate that he was quite ready for the conversation to be over. "Not thingsh."
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:18 pm
Their mother was gone, then. Zilly didn't need the details beyond that. The ones she got she didn't understand. A female with a female? Why?
"I'm going now," she said.
Then, she did. Just up and left.
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