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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 4:15 pm
Mos watched the juggling balls with increased interest. The hoop still hung around his neck, he moved his head around to get a better view of the juggling.
Mary was also entranced by Dante's juggling. She bleated quietly and walked closer to Dante, drawing her lips slightly back from her teeth as if to nibble on Dante's shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 6:57 am
And what was about to happen... happened. Duh. One of the balls bumped on the ceiling the fall aided naturally by gravity being granted some extra speed. Sensing the ball fall, Dante moved from place quietly, trying to juggle the remaining balls on just one hand. So, instead hitting Dante, it hit... Mary?
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 1:43 pm
Mary made a strange noise, like that of a mouse being tossed out an open window. It was sort of a "Mrph" mixed with a "Squeak". Her soft eyes crossed a little and her legs bent, so she was in a kind of kneeling stance.
Mos shrieked in fear and tossed the hoop off his neck. Mary was in trouble! Mos lifted Mary's head and checked her eyes. He had never had one of his lambs hurt before and the thought alone made him sad.
Mary laid her head in Mos's lap and bleated. Mos patted down the fleecy wool around her eyes and kissed her forehead. His chest hurt, a dull, throbbing pain emanating from somewhere around his heart. He put a hand there gently and stroked Mary's head almost forcefully. What was happening to him?
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 3:53 pm
Dante stopped the balls on her hands, sensing Mos go over to Mary and shriek. She went over to them, tilting her head, curious. That was wierd, to see him, so quiet... "You ok?" she asked, watching the pair closely.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 4:04 pm
Mos frowned at Dante. This was her fault, was it not? He could barely think straight anymore. His chest hurt too much. He kneaded his fingers into his shirt and took a deep breath.
Mary could tell there was something wrong with Mos. His fingers were tangled in her wool now and his palms had started to sweat. She bleated and nibbled on his shirt, trying to show that she was okay.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 3:55 am
Dante frowned as well, but not as a response to Mos. Instead, she was becoming rather concerned. How unlikely... Still, it probably would be a good idea to call his mother over and see what was wrong. "Mos's mom?" she called, walking to Pave and thugging on her vest. "I think Mos doesn't feel too well..." the ToR said, pointing back at him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 11:14 am
Pave glanced over at Mos, then jumped up and rushed to him. "Mos? Mos?" She asked frantically.
Mos' face was contorted in obvious pain, but he sighed a little and forced a smile for his mother.
"Dante, what happened?" Pave twirled around on one foot and faced the young girl.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 12:13 am
"Dunno... He started making odd things when a ball bumped on Mary..." Dante said shrugging, not understanding the sudden change.
((Yay for one liner! XDDD))
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 12:03 pm
Pave nodded to Dante and turned back to Mos. "Mos? Mosrael?"
Mos had enough sense left to recognize his mother calling him Mosrael. He grimaced and shook his head. "Mos!" He choked out.
Pave laughed a little and lifted Mos to a standing position. He wobbled shakily and fell to his knees again. "Ah, Mya, Dante, I think we've got to go. I'll, ah, I'll meet you later or something we've got to go now sorry!" Pave called the last word over her shoulder as she scooped Mos up and rushed out the door.
Mary stood for a second, confused, then galloped clumsily after them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:30 am
Mya had stood up and watched Pave leave hurriedly, wishing she could do something to help, but still confused like hell. "Dante, what exactly did you do?" Her tone wasn't the usual, nice and cheery one. It had become cold, almost cutting edge, striking Dante where it hurt the most, her heart.
Not that the child couldn't back it up.
"I was juggling the balls, like I saw on the circus, and one just fell on Mary cause I couldn't catch it. And Mos just started making odd sounds and breathing funny. I didn't do anything." They were pure, hard statements. It wasn't Dante's fault, she'd never hurt her friend. Her mind was already racing with a cold, almost robotic logic that definitely wasn't natural for a child of her age, about how Mya was so quick to blame her.
A fast assumption, equally fastly dismantled by the guardian, her double colored eyes looking through the door. "I never said you did... Maybe it has something to do with his curse..." This piece left the ToR confused. Curse? What curse? Mya realized she had probably said too much by watching the child's expression, her little mouth open to formulate a question Mya'd rather not answer. "Let's go home too, Dante, it's getting late and lunch time is coming soon..." she said in a much sweeter tone, kneeling down to stroke the blue dreads.
The mention of food cleared Dante's mind and traced a light smile on her lips. With a thug on Tayten's tail, waking the moody Griff up, the three girls headed out, accompanied by the sound of Tayten's sleepy grumbles.
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