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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 1:16 pm
He didn't answer her question, instead watched her wash and even smirked when she batted at the water but did not stop her. He remembered playing like that, with his siblings... playing and adventuring where now he rather thought he'd attack one of them. What had his father seen in Amin? Really...
Snorting, he banished the unpleasant thoughts and returned his attention to the little slave. When she rose, he looked her over a moment before shaking his head and moving over to her. Scooping her up with a paw, he rubbed her down before trying to pick her up by the scruff of her neck so he could go deposit her on a nearby fallen log - away from the dirt and debris of the jungle floor.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 2:57 pm
Sol yelped a little when he started rubbing her down, cringing as though she was expecting to be struck -- and she had been! She blinked owlishly when he picked her up, then, and frowned, looking around. Why was he carrying her now? She'd been walking fine before! She waited until she was put down before speaking, looking up at him with big eyes. "What'd you do that for?" She asked, her tone only slightly incredulous. Wtf, she could walk! She wasn't a baby.
Well... she was. But that was entirely beyond the point. She'd walked fine before! She watched Drathir, tilting her head curiously. Her ears were upright, full attention on him. Not even a cringe of fear in her eyes at being in such an unfamiliar place. Her attention was completely devoted to Drathir. Talk about a ready-made slave.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:16 pm
He simply watched her and shook his head, frowning slightly, "You cannot reach the back of your head or back. And I picked you up because if you had walked, you would only get dirty again. What is the point of washing if you get dirty again immediately after." He tilted his head just so and eyed her, "I have already said I want a clean slave, do I need to repeat myself Sol?"
And while he would clean her up, the prince would not dry her off - he was no cub nurse after all - and simply sat down, letting his chin rest against his outstretched paws, "Now, stay there until you've dried off some. Then you will meet your cub nurse, you must be hungry."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 11:23 am
Sol winced a little as Drathir tilted his head at her, the tone nearly cutting through her. She was tired and wet and hungry and scared, as much as she might not like admitting it, and questioning things was just her way of getting around it. She started to nod to show she understood, but paused. That wasn't what he asked, he asked if he needed to be repeated. She shook her head quickly. "I understand, sir." She said quietly, lowering her eyes and flattening her ears against her head.
"Okay." She said, staying where she'd been put and looking around. It was a while before she was dried off, and as any cub would do, she'd started fidgetting and moving in her spot until she was dry. She looked over at Drathir. "I think I'm dry now." She offered with a pleasant smile, starting to rise off the ground and shake herself off. She certainly felt it, but maybe it was just a strong desire to go meet her nurse and eat. Oh, that sounded good...
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