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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:26 pm
 Memora's eyes lit up as a laugh rang through the air, "I can't knot my tail."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:31 pm
 He looked over her body, her long and sleek tail. "It is pretty long, I'm sure you could."
At least he understood what she meant. He found himself imagining the graceful curves of her mother, which seemed to match Memora's. And that cute little tail, it was too bad she didn't get it. Although, this way she looked much more fox than just a half breed.
He made a 'mmm' like sound, moving around her almost in a predatory manner.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:36 pm
Without realizing it, Memora began to sway her long tail, twisting it this way and that. She laid her head down on the grass, her eyes crossing to examine a flower positioned a few inches in front of her.
And then it was stepped on.
She looked up curiously towards Wind-Cast Flurries and blinked suddenly, "Uncle Flurries, what are you doing?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:40 pm
"... oh!"
He stopped and grinned. "I was looking at your tail wondering how it could curl. It doesn't look anything like your mother's at all. I guess your genes are mostly from my brother."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:43 pm
"Well..." Memora didn't finish the thought. She uncurled her legs from beneath her chest and stared at her hooves and her foxfire, then looked towards her uncle's.
Though they had been brothers, her father and uncles really didn't look very much alike- at least not to Memora.
"I think I am more my mother's child, though."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:46 pm
"Why is that?" He inquired, very carefully watching Memora.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:48 pm
She dragged her eyes from her fox-feature comparison up to Wind-Cast Flurries' face and blinked once.
"Because I am a lady." she replied, though she didn't seem terribly sure of her answer.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:54 pm
The fox grinned, swaying his rather fluffy tails.
"Mmm, that you are... Memora. Very stunning lady."
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:29 am
An expression that could only be described as confusion flashed across Memora's face, her small body turning slightly towards her company.
"You flatter me, Uncle."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 3:10 am
His expression was much like his brother's but he had less of that predatory aura and more of a charm than the other two put together.
"Nothing less than you deserve. Your father is always boasting about you."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:21 am
Memora laughed outright at that.
"I doubt it. I'm sure he has more kind things to say about my sister, Death Star. She is very much his daughter." she said, a hint of sadness or envy in her voice.
"I may look more like a fox than her but I'm very much more a pony."
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 1:53 am
He didn't want to admit it was true. Death Star was very much like her father, the apple of his... closed eyes. She even took after those. Although she didn't look like Memora with her fox traits, she had the instincts of a hunter.
"Both of you are very much his daughter. It is kind of hard to miss that coat," he said firmly. "He is very much proud of both your abilities to generate fox fire as well. Do not belittle yourself."
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 2:20 am
Memora bit her tongue before she said anything else. She turned her head away and frowned; while she would not argue with Wind-Cast Flurries she certainly wouldn't be changing her opinion any time soon.
Instead she remained silent, staring off into the cold darkness.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 2:24 am
It was quiet. An uncomfortable silence.
"Should we head back then?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 2:26 am
"If you'd like to." Memora said softly, her eyes remaining focused on nothing.
She rose to all fours again and turned her head just enough to look at Wind-Cast Flurries.
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