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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 2:44 pm
Crypta blinked slightly. "Ah...they certainly weren't planned. And the fellow..... well lets just say hes better off forgotten. So are they." she groaned with a sigh. Her first litter, and they were already messed up and her motherly instincts scarred.
Shaking her head with a forced laugh, she looked to Nenetl. "What about you? Cubs? Mate? Friends....?" she said, trying to make conversation that wasn't unpleasant.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 2:48 pm
A relieved wave came over Nenetl at the way Crypta described the cubs and the male. To this she smirked, no... this one would be hers. No male would have her unless Nenetl gave permission... She wanted this one to herself, and even if the undead lioness didn't know it yet, Nenetl would teach her. To the question, however, she only gave a laugh, shaking her head back and forth. "Nooonne.." She hissed, her tail flicking. "Fam...il...eee... bro-therrsssss... and ssssissstterrr..." Came her voice. After saying brothers she held up three digits, and to sister she held up only one. "Innn...diggggnaaaannntt... haate." She stated with more of a hiss than usual.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 2:52 pm
After seeing that Nenetl seemed please with the fact that Crypta wanted nothing to do with her cubs, strangely the undead lioness found a grin back on her face. When she listened to the muffled words of brothers and a sister, and how the lioness seemed to hate them, she nodded her head. "Aah. Are they that bad? I don't have siblings, so I wouldn't know. I wonder if they fell apart and just never stuck themselves back together!" she chuckled again, one of her lame dead jokes. "That would mean, any ol' bone lying around could be my family." she giggled to herself at the thought of stumbling upon a talking skull one day.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 2:57 pm
"Yesssss... Gooooddyy... litttle... brraaaattssss!" She stated with distaste in her low hissing tone. "Buttttt.... Dadddyyy... might.. have.... turnedddd..." As she continued on talking her voice got more and more quiet as though she couldn't fully contain the ability it took to form words. At the joke however, her eyes softened and she laughed, a good laugh too. At this she curled her tail around Crypta's, eying her to see how she would take it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 3:33 pm
Crypta looked down at her tail which is now entertained with Nenetl's and blinks a few times, before she flicked her bones and smiled slightly. She couldn't understand why she was smiling, but she felt it tug at her jaws and couldn't stop it. Tilting her head, her short attention span caused her to think of what the lioness had said. "Turned? Like...crazed?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:41 pm
To the question Nenetl only smirked and threw her shoulders up in a shrug, it was as if she knew exactly, and understand that what Crypta said was truth, she just wouldn't admit to it. After this, she sat down again, letting her tail dance along Crypta's, watching the lioness with a very amused, albeit sweet, expression... if sweet could be managed by the stitched up lioness. "You... prettttyyy..." Came her hissing voice again, though she tried very hard to keep any sort of ominous tone from it, trying to make it sound nice though she was well aware she probably failed at that, for some reason she wanted this lioness to like her, though she wasn't quite sure why herself, other than she was different... and dead. And she liked dead things.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 10:26 pm
Crypta couldn't help but laugh a hoarse laugh. "How I can be pretty, I don't know. But thank you. Your very pretty yourself..." she said, now really inspecting the stitches along the lioness's mouth, and other parts of her body. They interested her greatly, and she was actually quite jealous. "I could use some of your stitches....maybe I wouldn't fall apart so often!" she grinned, in another one of her lame jokes. Flicking her tail to curl it around Nenetl's, she tried her best to keep it from detaching. With each flick, bone rubbed against bone, causing a rather high pitched grinding and popping sound.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 12:20 pm
A clicking sound came from Nenetl's throat that almost resembled laughter. True laughter. As scary as that might seem. Nenetl lifted her paw, gesturing to the undead lioness, "Veerrryy... Prettttyy.." Came the clicking sound again, but this time it was slightly different as she came closer to Crypta, carefully nudging her head against the undead's cheek, trying to not let anything fall off by the motion. The closer she came made the sound this time vibrate, resembling a soft purr.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 12:25 pm
Crypta returned the nuzzling almost instinctively and if she could blush she would be. This lioness was much better than that male. She could get used to this...quite easily in fact. Doing her best to let out a raspy purr, she smiled and leaned closer to Nenetl.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 12:32 pm
Nenetl let the nuzzling continue for a little bit, before pulling her head back and letting a soft smirk pull at the stitches of her mouth. It was a lot less wide than it could be for this reason, almost dismissible if you didn't look close enough. Nenetl rather liked this female. Of course, Crypta could be much harsher, and that would be beautiful in itself, but the softness the undead had, the laughter and adorable way she lost body parts... had already wormed its way into a deeper part of Nenetl. And for that matter, Nenetl didn't have to worry about killing her because she was already dead. And that was what Nenetl was smirking at. What a coincidence... a beautiful... lovely... coincidence... one in which death has overtaken everything... She couldn't be more perfect. She thought as her black eyes glanced up into the female's she was near.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 12:37 pm
Blinking her glowing golden orbs into the lioness's empty black eyes, she couldn't help but let her smile get bigger and bigger. "I never thought I'd find someone like me." she whispered. Someone who was part dead if not mostly, or at least slightly. And the stitches.... she wanted to run her paws over them, feel them, taste them, experience them. Why would something so simple excite one that was dead? She didn't know the reason for the smirk, but it didn't matter. The undead lioness was happy for once.
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