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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:19 pm
 February 13th: Rusty finds himself an egg. Nice.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 10:26 am
Eggu~
"Lord have merthy, but what ith thith?" Rusty asked, his voice slow and low. The man held in his hands a decently sized egg thing. His first thought was, of course, to pitch the strange thing. You never knew what would come out of one of these weird eggs, expecially in Gaia.
But damned if it wasn't warm to the touch, oddly comforting. The colors reminded him of stars, oddly enough. Rusty caressed the egg and brought it up into the house with him. There was a note, and if the egg hatched into something that would try and eat him, Rusty would be taking it up with the people who were at the place listed in the note.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 2:16 pm
Um, what the hell...?
"Up."
Rusty moaned and rolled over, head under the pillow. Damn realistic dreams.
"Uuuup." And now the dream was pushing him. Rusty slowly pried open one eye, and came face to face with a strange, brown creature.
"The hell?!" Rusty jerked up. The little beast sat, showing itself to be brown as well.
"Good. You up. Food now. Okay?" The creature said, hopping off the bed. Rusty just stared. "Food. Now. Hungry."
And, indeed, he heard the little beast's stomach rumble. So up he went. "Uh... What do you eat?"
"Food." The beast said, shaking it's head. It acted like a female, so Rusty was going to refer to her as such until he was proved wrong.
"Well, Mith Sath." Rusty shook his head. He got bacon from the fridge and fried that up, offering it to the little beast. She had teeth good enough for it. Rusty made himself some as well, and eggs and coffee. When she had finished her food, she came up to help him with his.
She was kinda like a cat, but Rusty never let no cat eat with him. So back on the floor she went, and he shared his food there.
After breakfast he went to check the strange egg. It was, of course, shattered. "Tho, you're what came out of the egg?" He asked her. She was busy stomping on his pillow, making herself a bed. "Psh."
"Maybe." She stuck out her tongue.
"Well. Gonna call you Annie. You just, uh, Thleep. Or thomethin'. I'll be out in the barn."
No answer from Annie, who was asleep and comfortable.
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