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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 6:35 pm
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It hadn't taken as long as she'd thought to find someone of this area, of which she was thankful for. Meinir approached the green cheetah, taking in his pelt like a child of darkness when looking at Spring flowers. To her it was a little loud, and flashy, but it wasn't like he could change it.
"Bonjour, monsieur." Speaking the language of her old pride she greeted him, then remembered she was far from home. Meinir frowned and cleared her throat. "That is, hello, and it depends heavily on what you call a 'good time'." She'd heard of the loose morals of rogues and other prides, but to ask a lady right off! How rude!
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:09 pm
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Oh Gods above, she shouldn't have said anything. Frostbite felt a little tick start up on the corner of her mouth as she forced a polite smile, even though she badly wanted to correct his pronunciation. "Frostbite." She spoke with a notable accent, and didn't dare give her first name. Names held weight, and she wouldn't give it to a cheetah she'd just met!
Still, she followed after him. He seemed a little weird, but not bad, just weird. "Well, what kind of games are they? I might like to see her test them out." She was pretty bored, after all, and had come to be entertained! "What is your position here? And have I made it to the right pride? The season - party- thing." She waved a paw in the air.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:22 pm
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"Ah, well, it's good to know I'm in the right place." She moved around to his side, walking with an air of poise, and distance. Frostbite acted as if she were royalty, and with her bloodline she might as well have been! She'd been a Noble not too long ago, but now...ugh, it as so odd to think about.
"So you have them often then? The festivals?" Frostbite questioned, trying to wrap her mind around the idea. They seemed cheery enough, which was a good sign. If they were all like him it would be hard to get used to, but not impossible. "And what is a Crier?" Did that mean he wept alot? Maybe it wasn't so cheery after all.
"So, just anything to match the time of year, then?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 5:11 pm
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Really, she couldn't tell, even this close up, if the marking on his rump was supposed to be some sort of flower or a bug. It was kind of odd, how much he resembled grass, even at this time of year. And that little happy walk of his...Ugh, if only everyone could be so blissful. She envied whatever quality allowed him to be so damn cheerful.
"So watch out for her, is what you're saying?" She chuckled, quirking her lip in a little snarky grin. "I'd like to see them, the festivals. Life gets a little boring in the rogue lands." She was planning on using these activities to keep her mind off the horrors of the world, and her brother, and his melancholy.
"Huh, so you're in a pride, but you don't have to stay? Such a thing would have never have been permitted in my home pride." Even the merchants had a set of rules to follow.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 6:19 pm
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