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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 8:40 pm
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Gentha, who was normally not nice and sociable to begin with, was feeling particularly nasty this evening. She had caught her brother attempted to usher another slave to safety, and while she could understand why he sympathized with the deaf Na'artue, she was pissed that he would do anything that could possibly cause them both some serious backlash. If that wasn't bad enough, the Na'artue that Nasira was trying to usher to her freedom was their Uncle's, a recognized prince of their pride. Thankfully for Nasira, Gentha decided to keep her mouth shut on the issue and reminded him gently that it wasn't their place to meddle in other people's business. Doing so might get them found out.
With the charm of an angry drunk, Gentha made her way from the inner sanctum of the pride, wanting to find a measure of peace away from the brother she was angry at, and the little menaces of cousins that her Uncle had just bore to a lioness of the pride. They were always about their father or mother, and always in the care of her Uncle's Na'artue, the one Nasira attempted to free. They were proper Demons, she gave them that, but she was not fond of children. They were awkward and you simply couldn't play with them as you would adults. You might end up breaking them if you did.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:28 am
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