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 Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 3:41 pm
She spared a quick glance to the stranger before slowly walking over to Issa. What the heck was he blabbering on about? "Issa? Are you- Issa!" She took a few quick steps over to the fallen male, utterly confused. She'd never seen him in such a state before. Frowning, she swatted Issa's muzzle experimentally. "Issa? Hey!"
Wait! She spun and glared over at Tyrwhitt. What would this stranger do now that Issa was apparently out cold?
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 7:45 pm
Tyrwhitt was caught between awkwardly smiling and a panicked freeze. "Is he...okay?" He stepped closer to investigate. The male had seemed just fine a couple minutes ago, but....Slowly, Tyrwhitt began to grin. This was just too terribly precious.
"He may not wake up for a while, so would you mind if I carried him back? Unless you'd rather?" By now Tyrwhitt was standing next to Issa, looking down at him. Ahhh, youth. He remembered the days of hyperventilation well.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:03 pm
Now that she was fairly certain that Tyrwhitt wasn't an immediate threat, she felt her fur prickle with irritation. Well... This was embarrassing. What was Issa's problem? He was breathing. It wasn't that hot out. Was all that training for nothing?! To panic when a stranger was around?
Her eyes shot over to Tyrwhitt. She couldn't trust him... She didn't have much choice though. She bared her teeth in warning. "You will carry him. Mind you, I will be watching your every move. If you try to hurt him, or run off with him, you will not live to see the moon rise again."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:25 pm
"Alright, alright." Sheesh! This lioness needed to do something about her attitude. Tyrwhitt imagined that cubs in the pride had nightmares about that look; those snapping teeth and fangs. He maneuvered the youth onto his shoulders, then slid him onto his back instead.
It wouldn't be a short walk, or a particularly pleasant one now, but Tyrwhitt went on anyway. Every once in a while he would look over his shoulder, self-consciously checking to see if the lioness would tear into him or give him more orders. If this was how his future was going to shape up, he'd have grey in his mane before the next moon!
(FIN)
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