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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 11:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 11:15 pm
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((sorry about not posting this one first, I was waiting for it to pop up, but didn't want to just not post her cert)) Bian stifled herself, putting on the one thing she had learned from her mother--a mask. "That sounds..Pleasant." The leotah fought for control her emotions, turning her expression placid, teal eyes twinkling with something dark. Her mother's tail thrashed, and Bian's purred at the thought. It was only her mother's own discomfort that prompted her to follow along with the walk. With the time that had passed, she had out grown the foolish needs of her mother's love. Nights of wondering where she was. Why mommy didn't love them like other mothers loved theirs. That naieve part of her had broken. It was a little thing that did it, really. Her first real hunt, her first real catch. She had killed the rabbit flawlessly and effectively, bringing down a broad paw on its little tender spine, then crushing its neck between her teeth. All she had wanted was to show her mother what she had done. It was a little thing--not much to ask--but the guards to her mothers den would not permit the cub entry. Then the realization, the sadness and the anger. It had been quite the course to get where she was today. The more and more she studied her mother, the less and less she thought of her. All of her delicacies, all of her weaknesses, none escaped the adolescent's eye. Each new observation brought a new disgust, until all she saw was a man-twisting spoiled whore, who had to play others into doing her work. She could hardly do anything herself. She wasn't even all that pretty to be honest. Her legs were sticks, her neck as frail as a hare's. Perhaps some males liked the starved look, but Bian wasn't daft. She knew the glances she had begun to get. Men's eyes drifting over the girl's muscular and lithe curves. She was by no means the stick figure her mother was--nor was she as old--this child had been blessed with a shape like no other feline, as if she took the best attributes of her two bloods and polished them until they shone.
As her mind settled, and, admittedly, her ego was pruned and fluffed, the girl found her self almost peaceful. It had taken away her nerves and uncertainties as it always had when she assured herself by her own logic that she was something better, something greater, than whatever she faced. In this case, it just so happened to be her mother who was the target. "...So tell me, mother.. How has your courtesan been?" Her tone was deceptively sweet as her expression turned to a slight, beautifully girlish smile and her eyes tinged with a dark tone of muted laughter. Her gaze left her mother's face and focused back on the path before them. "I do miss his visits to the dens. It was such fun to watch him play with his beautiful little daughters. He cherishes them so dearly." A girlish giggle bubbled out of her throat, as demure and coy as any creature could be. After all, this was her most favorite game, and it was rare she got to play with her mother.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 1:14 am
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