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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 11:19 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 7:46 pm
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Violento chuckles and nods, "Yes," he says, noticing that Jaden is avoiding eye contact, so he wouldn't see the nod. "It's quiet," he notes, with a grin, one he figured Jaden wouldn't notice. He walks past the fox to the creek, dragging his long, fluffy tail across Jaden as though by accident. Violento is pretty sure he could push Jaden into whatever he wanted- but he didn't want to just force him into anything. Jaden trusts him, it seems, and... it's nice to be trusted, even if the one creature that does is the most naive fae in Faetasia. Besides, that would only prove that he is just like his father.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 7:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:19 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 4:31 pm
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Jaden felt a slight pressure, but was paying it no mind, distracted by Violento. He loved the raccoons fur. "Y-yes, Odran found me, he's watched out for me for a long time."
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A Wazzit with strange rainbow coloring and patterns planted himself on the ground, sighing worriedly. He had looked for Jaden for hours, and saw neither hide nor hair of the fox in that time. "I do hope he's okay." He mumbled quietly, plucking a piece of grass from the ground. He looked over his surroundings, gasping when he saw what he thought was a crouching figure, thinking it to be jaden, he quickly went over, dissapointed when he saw it wasn't, though surprised. "Excuse me, what are you doing out so late?" He asked the bear, who he noted seemed to have a dark fur color.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 6:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 10:07 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 8:24 pm
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He chuckled, a little surprised by the question but it made his heart race. "My family? My family will just be surprised when I take a mate. My parents aren't mates, and they don't have mates, nor do my brothers, none of them seem to want them." He hugged the fox to him with his arms. "I do, though," he added in a whisper, letting his voice trail off. This coon was the gentlest in his family, he had his violent moments, but never in front of anyone he cared about. When he painted in blood it was usually his own, or that of an animal with no self-awareness.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 9:16 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 8:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 11:49 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 11:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:36 am
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