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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 11:24 am
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Meinir scoffed. "Are you going to help, or keep prattling on about my inability to breath on my own?" She didn't understand how one leopard could be so bitter, and so very dramatic all at once. It was one of the two more aggravating qualities that he seemed to posses. And that was saying something.
She reeled away from the herbs he had so crudely spat out. "Ugh! Honestly, do have a little decorum." The more aggravated she became, the thicker the cheetah's accent became. Soon enough she would start speaking in her home language and then she really would be speaking in tongues.
"I can sort them, but I can't pick them. If you are so inclined not to assist me in gathering the herbs, then the least you could do is act as my legs." She set about sifting through the herbs, tossing out ones she knew to be bad and taking a little longer in mulling over the good ones. One she recognized instantly. "This one here, the one you just spat out? You should gather more of it."
It wasn't helpful to her, but it would bring a smile to her face. The herb itself was good for laboring mothers to numb the pain of birth, but when plucked by unknowing paws...well, she just hoped he picked it up in his maw. The leopards mouth would be numb for hours!
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 8:21 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 10:24 am
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Meinir was already in a tizzy by the time the rains started. She had waited what she felt like was long enough for that leopard to return, and when he was noticeably absent she became...concerned, as bitter as the word felt. The small cheetah pulled herself to the edge of the den, and looked up to the sky. Her eyes took in the fat, black clouds and the rumble they poured into the ground. When the rain itself hit she knew she couldn't stay.
Mustering up her moxie, Meinir rose up onto her paws, gritting her teeth against the pain. Her injured leg was lifted, tucked as close to her body as she could, while nearly all of her muscles screamed in protest. "Zat idiot... Runnéng oot into a stairm..." She pressed forward, branching out into the frigid rain. It wasn't long before she started calling out for him, but in her own special way. "Spottay! Spottay, whaire are you?... Oh gréat, ai 'ave mud bétween mon toes, whaire zé HELL ARE YOU?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 11:42 am
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Meinir managed to slip on a rain soaked slice of earth, landing her promptly in the mud. It was degrading, and terribly painful pulling herself back up, but she did so with all the grace of a fallen Noble. This wasn't how she wanted to spend her night, but dammit, where was he?
A string of venomous curses came out in her native tongue. This was useless! Whatever scent he had left behind was drowned out in all the rain, and...well, she was no tracker to begin with. And what if the lion returned? Flipping her ears back, Meinir looked over her shoulder, growing more and more paranoid by the minute.
And when the mud monster appeared next to her she outright screamed. She tried to scramble back in a reverse, which was hard when she was only balanced on one back, and thus Meinir sat down in the mud on yet another scream. This time it was one of painful surprise. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth to ride it out while she mentally preyed that her death would come swiftly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 12:17 pm
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She cringed away from the nudging, assuming the creature was just trying to judge if she was worthy of a meal or not. Of course she was!...Not that she wanted to be, mind you.
"H-hey...what?" Meinir felt herself being lifted, and at first she protested, through her injuries didn't allow for much. Her movements had jostled some of the mud away from the creatures back, though...and through it she saw golden spots. "Spottay? Oh thank le Gods!" She wrapped her forepaws around his neck and buried her face into his muddy neck. "What waire you thinkeng, staieng oot een zis weathair? You could 'ave gotten 'urt!" She held onto him tighter, more out of instinct than anything else. "If zat lion 'ad gotten to you..." Meinir let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Eet doesn't mattair now, you'ré safe ...and le hairb wairks."
So THAT was why the creature had been quiet. It was enough to make her giggle, though she worked hard to suppress it.
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