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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:56 pm
Breakaway's grin sharpens in her amusement, an almost predatory sort of look in her eyes. "Pretty is nice, but it doesn't mean much without the rest. Besides, have you ever even been with another doe? You might be surprised...."
This time the caustic doe's look is more appraising, perhaps even inviting. And hell, why not? They certainly weren't about to fight, and well.... the doe was easy enough on the eyes, brave, intelligent and obviously someone used to carrying her own weight. She, at least, can appreciate and -- yes-- even respect it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 6:03 pm
Edge's eyes narrow in her own amusement at the doe's somewhat shameless proposition, after all they had only been fighting moment's before, but she can't deny that she isn't slightly curious as to what another doe could offer. It was most certainly not what she was interested in romantically, but for fun...
She never does get a chance to reply though, because her stomach replies for her. It grumbles quite audibly, even over the sated snapping of crocodiles below them, and Edge's expression draws into a silent chuckle. She was more than used to hunger, it didn't slow her down for a moment. but that didn't stop her stomach from being vocal about it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 6:54 pm
Breakaway studies the doe, and when a response isn't immediately forthcoming, she thinks that might mean something good. At least, the other seems a bit curious.. maybe.
And then she hears the telltale growling of a hungry stomach, and Breakaway grins a bit.
At least, until her own stomach growls in agreement-- and then she simply laughs. "Well... I guess that answers that. Why don't we see if we can't find something to eat? Four eyes are surely better than two. And... if we're going to be sharing a meal, assuming we can find anything decent to hunt down, I suppose you ought to know my name. I'm Breakaway."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:19 pm
When the does stomach growls in agreement, Edge laughs as well, a surprisingly light sound, tossing her head. "I'll gladly take you up on that offer," she replies with a grin, trotting after the doe. "I'm called Precipice, or Edge, whichever you prefer..." and as the two drifted further from the sinkhole, a snatch of further conversation drifted back on the wind-
"I am sorry about that boar though... waste of good meat..."
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