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 Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 4:36 pm
"Most children can be raised to your benifit almost more easily than the males can, to a certain age." Azula smirked. "Cubs born of the blood are nothing more than just that. He'll help in raising them until they're of age to be out of your fur. If you raise them in the way of the true Firekin, you should have no trouble when the time comes for them to move on. Though..."
She seemed to give the next portion a bit of thought, as if considering weather or not to continue. She'd already made up her mind on that matter at the beginning of this topic, of course, but coming on too strongly would make her sound preachy. She wasn't attempting to build morale, only offer a new perspective. She couldn't afford to sound too bossy or pushy. As her eyes watched the blazing sun in the distance, narrowing at the brightness, she seemed to reach a decision.
"Though, if you really don't want to deal with them, there are ways of dealing with that as well, but I'm afraid that matter in and of itself isn't so simple. That's a topic all of it's own, you know."
She said that as casually as though they were discussing nothing more than hunting techniques.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 10:42 pm
"Mm." Motomilia was silent a few moments, thinking it over. She stretched languidly out in the shaded sand, not bothering to hurry at all with her thinking.
Now that the topic had come up, she found she preferred Azula's fist option far more than the second. She could put up with the squirming, wriggling masses of fur if it came to that. Until they grew to adolesence, that is.
And she could shove them off on Keeni, too, for that matter. He was the one that wanted them, after all.
"No," she decided, returning her attention to the red and black lioness before her. "A few months of the little buggers shouldn't kill me. In theory."
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