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 Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:11 pm
Christine nodded her head slightly to Cristoval's request. Inwardly she mused over the feeling of feigning 'superiority' at social gatherings. All the woman parading around as if there were no care in the world to cross their mind and that everyone else was under their foot.
Of course, no man would believe that the woman was in charge, so it was dutifully ignored for the most part. But she'd leave her thoughts to herself and simply go along with the whole idea.
"Really? I did not know that hyena's had such an issue with the male species." that was an interesting fact, in her mind. It reminded her of Alva almost.
She was fairly certain that woman would most certain not take orders from a male. Requests, yes. Orders just would not sit well. With that thought in mind, she simply waited for him to say he was ready to go.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:41 pm
“Suffice it to say, Hyena packs consist entirely of females and cubs, with sparse conjugal visits, and even then only with the Matriarch. The smaller males are violently thrown out of the pack upon the onset of puberty.” It occurred to him for a second that this sharing of information gave his simple request of convenience a certain sexual connotation, since Chris would be the alpha female, and Cris a male in her pack. Instead of worrying about it, he wondered if Christine would make a similar connection.
Salmacis harnessed, Cristoval pushed the door to the stable open and motioned for Cris to lead the way, his hand firmly clenching the harness. He was not strong in the sturdy sense that wrestlers or weightlifters were strong, but his grip was firm and his body limber.
Salmacis was a bit confused. The monkey had opened the door, but had not quickly exited. Her instinct said to leave, past experience said to stay, and logic to wait to see what happened. Perhaps if she stayed within the pen the monkey would feed her more, but if she leapt she would be… she couldn’t really remember what the consequence for leaping from the cage was, and that made it seem worse than if it were pain.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:12 pm
"I see. Such an interesting 'society' they have..." Christine's tongue flitted uneasily over the word society. She wondered if such behaviour would retain in the creature once everything fell into place, more or less.
And because of these strong beliefs, would it ever be able to fit in with society? She mused the idea in her head as she walked out the stable doors. Her strides were crisp, calculated. Something she had become accustomed to in her home. Every step with purpose, and every step head up and eyes out to the world.
Ultimately, she concluded, the animal had a similar behaviour to her friend Alva. Alva was not one to be... restrained... by the males of their society.
Rather interesting thought.
"So she's always given you trouble in manners of this?" She voiced back to her companion.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:11 pm
Salmacis saw the female monkey move, and the little male monkey made a move to follow. Hesitating at first, she followed through the hole and out of the pitfall. She felt the presence of the small monkey at her rear flank, and could see the female in front of her, and though it was not quite what she would consider a pack, she was oddly comforted in the familiarity of their structure. She didn’t like the other female’s presumption of leader status, but for now she was content that they were leaving that terrible pit. The small monkey seemed to need help walking because Salmacis could feel a light tension on the dead skin he had tangled about her. This was strange, but she would put up with anything at this point to see the horizon.
“When we first met, while she was still bleeding and suffering other maladies from her miscarriage, her fur still caked and tattered from the sea’s air and the confinement of the cage; while she was in possibly the worst condition of her life- she did not attack me. This was very strange for me, since animals in such a state attacked any threat. It was not until I was done cleaning her, and made to stand that she reacted, pouncing on me and pinning me down, as if to tell me I wasn’t finished helping her. Or so I assumed later when her aggression subsided only when I continued to clean out her fur. It was very difficult to gain her respect.” Cristoval finished his anecdote, following Christine out of the stables.
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