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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 1:17 pm
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"Let's get outta here!" The baddie's eyes widened as his friend went sailing over his head. He'd barely hit the ground and bounced before both were up and running down the road.
"An' y'all stay th' gol'damn hell outta my yard, ya little bastards!" Bo grinned as she dusted her hands off. "That'll learn ya li'l twerps, hangin' 'round my yard." The cow gave an amused snort as she closed the gate to her yard. This wasn't the first time she'd come out of her mansion and found a bunch of punks hanging around in her yard. Despite the number of times she's (often physically) removed them from her yard, they always came back after a few days.
Bo sighed heavily as she walked down the road towards town. It was market day, and she hated market day. Having to deal with the merchants, the teeming masses... man, it was enough to make anyone mean-tempered.
"Ah ain' mean-tempered... much," she muttered as she walked around a turn in the road. She's just passed by a large tree when a doughnut appeared inches from her face.
"What in th' hell?!" Bo stumbled backwards and looked up at the kat hanging by it's tail from the tree. Fists on hips, she arched an eyebrow as she debated turning him into a punching bag. "Min' tellin' me just what in th' hell you're doin' up there, scarin' decent folk like that?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 2:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 2:30 pm
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At the mention of demons, Bo's eyes flicked from left to right, scanning the tree line on either side of the road. Oh, she knew she wouldn't have a snowball's chance in the desert of taking on a demon, but she'd make damn certain they'd have some broken teeth before she went down.
"You tryin' to tell me that some demon's wantin' that there doughnut?" She snorted in amusement at the smaller fae. "That mus' be some fine eatin' right there, I s'pose." She reached down and pinched off a piece of the doughnut, popping it into her mouth and chewing slowly. "Mm, ain' bad, I make better though." She smirked as she stood there, hands back on hips.
"So, what'cher name, shortie? I ain' seen you 'round here before." She scanned the smaller fae slowly. She had to admit, for a doughnut-obsessed, staff-wielding, headband-wearing nut... he was kinda cute. A nut, but definitely cute.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 2:50 pm
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