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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:04 am
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Noon. It was probably Dareia's least favorite time of day, and yet, here she was. Lying on the flat ground, she mumbled to herself about the cruelty of the sun and attempted to cover her eyes with her paws. "It burns," she said to herself, flicking the tip of her tail in slight irritation. Because of her immense love for the deep shadows that lay within the middle of the night, Dareia had become quite accustomed to the dark - growing farther and farther away from the life of the day. Which, quite frequently, it seemed, caused her eyes to get irritated quite quickly with the bright sunshine.
Peeking open one of her deep blue eyes, Dareia glanced about. There were a few cubs milling about with their caregives keeping a watchful eye on them; one or two of the cubs Dareia recognized as being related to her. Normally, she would prance up to one of the others and start up a conversation, but because the sun was being particularly bothersome today, she decided against it. If someone wanted to talk to her, it was up to them to strike a conversation.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 8:56 am
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Eyes widening in surprise, Dareia leaped up. She got in a defensive position as if ready to "attack" the one who frightened her, but upon seeing the other cub, let her muscles relax. "Hello," she said dragging out the word quite longer than needed. "I'm Dareia! Why am I growling at the sun? I think the better question is - why aren't you?" At this, she took on a smirk and looked to Harb triumphantly.
Dareia liked to think that that was a good answer, but really she couldn't think of anything better. She couldn't very well say that she preferred to be awake during the night, could she? He might think of her as a freak, and Dareia had so few friends as it was - but those were from lack of trying, right? Sometimes she wondered this, herself - which was why she didn't want to confide in Harb just yet; they'd just met, after all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 11:46 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 8:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 10:28 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:24 pm
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Cocking her head at the strange, hallowed, far-away look that became in the other's eyes, she couldn't help but ask what was wrong. "Harb, why are you always up at night?" She knew that she had a problem, but she had grown to embrace her night-lurking as not a problem, but as some sort of a gift from the gods. It had forced her to come to love the night, but why did Harb seem to be shying away from it? Though he described a few of the wonders that the night held, he didn't seem too glad to be up at night all of the time.
Dareia found herself nodding softly at Harb's descriptions of the wonders of the night, but completely ignoring his comments on the daylight, and all it held. Though before she'd discovered her "problem" she'd been well-aquanted with the day and all its properties, she'd come to love the night more and more as the days wore on. "Eh, I suppose the day's okay, but I love the night so much more!" A twinkle appeared in her eye as she thought about the cool quietness that became of the world once the sun set; the modest twinkle of the many stars overhead. It was all extraordinary; and most of what Dareia thought wonderful in this world.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 2:49 pm
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