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 Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:07 pm
Eglantine Sangreal was rarely, if ever, amused by musical performances, especially when they were romantic. She'd really had no idea what she was doing here. Boredom, perhaps? Yes, that must be it. Boredom, a lack of other commitments, and the fact that it had been free. Maybe the singer would be quiet and she could nap. Or something. She growled softly at the jostling of other beasts as they crowded in. Somebody poked her in the back, saying some nonsense about her feathers obscuring their vision. She glared, but she did remove the hat. Not for anybody else's convenience, mind you. It was just that she didn't want the feathers to break.
Drip.
The tabby cat rolled her eyes at the heavens. Of course. The second she took off her hat, the stupid tree above her would start to leak or whatever. And the creatures were still jostling. An elbow caught her in the ribs- the elbow of the person next to her. Angrily, she turned to him with a sharp remark and a punch to match...
And then her jaw just dropped. Hog-quilled spirits of the food-stealing forest! Her angry snarl turned to a stupefied, glazed-over gaze as she resisted every instinct to climb in the male's lap and whisper sweet sugary nothings into his ear. The wheaten-furred Adonis in front of her was the most gorgeous cat she'd ever seen in her life. He was perfect- flawless, even.
Unfortunately, while her jaw dropped, her right hook hadn't. That flawless figure was about to have a lovely bruise on his shoulder. Smoooooooooothe.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:21 pm
Leandar was struck by Eglantine's right hook, but that wasn't what surprised him. The wildcat could take a punch, he was actually rather accustomed to it, but he was not accustomed to the look of raw lust upon Eglantine's face. The wildcat could assume nothing else except that the fellow feline was absolutely crazy, but crazy could be fun, and he wasn't inclined to let one crazy apple ruin the show. "Why did you just hit me," he asked innocently.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:26 pm
Mmm, that melodious voice! That gentle, kind, not-at-all-freaked-out voice! Twitching her tail and purring, she hemmed. "Because, ah, I..." What to do, what to do? LIE. That's what to do. "Because I missed." She stretched her arm out, oh-so-cooly draping it over his shoulders. "There. That's... better, no?" Her voice got low and husky. Normally, this was dangerous, coming from Eglantine, but the golden boy hadn't met her before and so probably had no idea. Purring, she put her face close to hers and smiled widely at him, showing off as many of her wickedly sharp teeth as possible. The effect was much like being leered at by a shark. "I'm Eglantine," she said, her voice oozing with smarm. "And yours, if I guess right, is Heavenly or Tree-sent or The Best Looking Thing In The Forest."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:51 pm
Leandar smiled awkwardly, sliding over to occupy the empty seat to the left of him. It was obvious now, painfully so that the cat was enamored with him, but what to do about it? As it turned out, Leandar decided to play along from a distance. "Eglantine... Although none of those wonderful names have ever been said to me. I can't help but think you've got all the male cats chasing your tail. My name is Leandar of Hallowmarl." A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the love sick Eglantine, and Leandar let loose a playful wink in turn.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:58 pm
Eglantine giggled, a bizarre sound for such a creature. "Hmm... nope! Last tom who chased me, well, he's singin' a much higher tune, if you know what I mean!" She winked, conspiratorially. "I do all the chasin'... and I'm chasin' you, Leandar of Sexxyland." She swooned over onto the seat next to her, recently vacated by Leandar. "Hee, you can't escape my loooooooove!" She rolled her head into his lap, purring like a kitten who just found his young-adult brother's stash of medical-grade catnip. "Where are you goooooing? Are you..." she gasped, mock-dramatically. "Going back to your wife?!" Ohhh, she was going to regret this in the morning.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:14 pm
Leandar smirked, attempting to stifle his laughter, but to no avail, "wife," the wildcat paused to say before continuing his deep, hardy laugh. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying here to enjoy the sh-..." Leandar was forced into stopping his sentence short, due to the lack of performing that was going on. His eyes darted around looking for Bale, the slated perfomer, but his ocular assessment simply left him clueless as ever.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:28 pm
"Are you laughin' at me, Mister Hotpants?" the drugged-out femme fatale purred. "Whatchoo lookin' at the stage for. I'm not down there!" Her eyes narrowed. "Is..." Oh, falcon's teeth, who was performing? Some pretty bunny or something? "Is some hussy supposed to be on that stage? Is she prettier than me?" The potion was starting to wear off, and a bit of Eglantine's crankiness was starting to return. Razor-sharp claws poked out from fluffy toes, obscured by long auburn fur. A different, more familiar brand of crazy was starting to return. "If she is, I'll gut 'er. You're only allowed eyes for me, Tiger."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:33 pm
Leandar was taken aback once more, and he was sure that it wouldn't be the last time on this comedic night. With Bale gone and the situation turning less funny and more life-threatening, even the fun-loving cat was looking to make a hasty exit. "Alas I must be going my lover, he calls out to me from afar. I am not the single, bachelor cat you've thought me to be." Most certainly a lie, but the wildcat was out of other ideas, and it was very likely that this one would work.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:50 pm
Eglantine snarled. "Mister, at this point, I don't care. You and I are gonna have our little tête-á-tête!, and then we'll see where it goes from there. Don't you want to go home with the dastardly, infamous me? My name is known in these lands! You will rue the day you ever crossed Eglantine Sangreal!" She was spitting and growling, like a jilted cat- the potion was reaching its zenith. Like a terrible fireworks show that ends with three or four people dead, it was impossible to look away. Luckily for Leandar, as he got up to go, the potion wore off. This particular potion had a rather... somnolent effect on the cat. She fell into a deep unconsciousness, sprawled on her back over three seats, her head squarely in Leandar's lap. If he wanted to escape, now would be a very good time to do it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:38 pm
Leandar would casually remove Eglantine's head from his lap, standing up on two legs, he strolled away, tasting the moonlit air. "Sweet dreams Eglantine," he whispered to himself, a slight chuckle following his soft murmur. There was a long walk between Hallowmarl and Mossflower, but tonights events would provide a fine way to ease his mind on the journey back home.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:55 pm
Some hours later, Eglantine awoke, her head spinning. She'd had no idea what had just happened. Let's see... backtrack a bit. Drippy tree, elbow in the ribs, she'd thrown a punch, words... yes. Words. Words had been said. And now the jerk who'd ribbed her had run off... with the rest of the audience So what if she couldn't remember what she'd said? She'd clearly made her point, and she hadn't ended up listening to a musical performance after all! And she'd had a nice nap. That was always pleasant. Collecting her hat, she placed it squarely on her head, feathers turned at a jaunty angle, and headed back into the commons of Moss Flower. This had clearly been a splendid afternoon.
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