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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 8:27 pm
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When Gentha was met back with a hiss she looked at him unfazed. It wasn't like she expected not to get hissed back at by no one, especially as she was indiscriminately hissing at others. To her surprise, the one who ended up hissing back at her was none other than a descendant of Verge'lian, the bloodline she felt was responsible for the decline of their great pride. Like her Aunt, Gentha disliked the direction the pride was taking. It was too cozy in this place; too content.
Gentha barred her teeth at the male who dared to hiss back at her, "What are you looking at?"
She shifted her paws and rested her head back on them, watching the male before her. He had too much white on him. She wondered how in the world someone with that white of a mane managed to make it as a demon, when her dear brother, Nasira, was destined to be a Na'artu. This pride was a** backwards, all thanks to them.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:51 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 12:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 6:27 am
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"My mother wouldn't touch something so disgustingly pale as yourself," Gentha remarked. With the way her mother treated her sibling, Nasira, there would be no way in this life or the next that she would touch something with so much white on it. Along with the fact that her father would simply not stand for such things. As far as it was concerned they were mates to only each other as far as she knew, and any sort of infidelity on either's part was probably some twisted psychological game they were playing with each other.
"Pfft," Gentha spat, raising a brow at the Neumar, "I'm not surprised. You're too disgustingly bright to be anything else... Why don't you run along and pretend to do something of importance, hmm?"
Gentha rotated, flopping onto her side, her bright to pale pink spots dancing in the darkness against her purple-black fur. She yawned, still tired from when she awoke, but with nothing to torture and Nasira doing God's know what, she was forced to endure this males company to entertain her for the time being. Not that it was doing much entertaining.
"Obviously my insults must have made some impact if you feel the need to mention them," Gentha said, "I heard your Daddy is a big ole' whore. The kind that likes to rock his socks with slave colored filth. Again, no surprise though, your family has practically run this pride into the ground..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:09 pm
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Tamin laughed a desterbingly evil little chuckle, "That is not what she said. But you know I shall not argue with you on that point." He really could pull off the evil part, then again it might have something to do with rubbing this female the wrong way that was just making his demon happy. She did have a point thought. Tamin was different then most of the other demon's he was bright. He fought hard and spoke tough but even he knew he didn't truly belong. The white came from his mother, as did the rust red; the blues from his father. Together they combined to a brighter then normal demon. He had a feeling that if he wasn't his father's son and if he had any more white in him then he already had then he would be a slave rather then a Neumar. Not that he would admit this to anyone, least of all this spotted shrew.
Tamin decided to not dignify her response with one of his own. Maybe because the only thing he could think of was 'like sleep with your mom' which would probably caused a fight. Something that while would have made him amused, probably wasn't the best thing for him to do a the moment. He didn't want to go out into the rouge lands with injuries, which even if he trounced her, he would receive.
Tamin shrugged, not caring that her barb rang true. He knew his father enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, after all was he not standing in front of her. As to the running the pride into the ground, it was all a matter of opinion. "So. What do you want me to do about it. Besides I personally think that quite a bit of the pride is quite happy with the way things are going. If you don't like it you don't have to stay here."
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