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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 6:53 pm
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 11:06 pm
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:12 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:57 pm
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Jinx rolls her eyes at Omen's dour comment, but when he doesn't follow right away, a moment's worry flashes through her mind. Perhaps-- but then he is beside her, his nose brushing her cheek, and she knows all is well. She grins up at him, a mischievous glint in her green eyes at his query, "You'll find out soon enough," and sets off on a remembered trail.
Unfortunately the destination was not as she remembered it. They hadn't been walking long (that was another reason why she'd chosen the spilt mangrove), when Jinx's glee suddenly turned to horror. She bounded forward toward the base of a mangrove, where she'd so carefully buried her treasures earlier that day, only to be greeted with upturned soil and an empty hole.
"Noooo!" she wailed, hooves beating petulantly against the earth. "They were just here!" but the two eaglehound skulls she'd hidden there were long gone now.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:25 pm
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It was certainly a wonder, her mischievous recklessness compared to his propriety, but what was that they said about opposites? He tempered her more thoughtless antics with his restraint (she called it "lack-of-funness" to his face) and she liked to think he added some desperately needed spice to his far too orderly life. An odd but somehow lasting friendship, no doubt.
"I wanted to wear the skulls," she said petulantly, but, while childish, her tone had a degree of acceptance in it. In fact, her mischievous mind was already flying ahead, thinking of things to do. There were a lot of options, plans half or fully conceived, and yet one thing drew her in particular, and suddenly the look she flashed Omen was coy.
"I have an idea..." she said playfully, jade eyes glinting, glancing meaningfully from him, then to the bushes, then back.
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