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9:53pm May 21 2013 (last edited on 2:58pm Aug 17 2013)
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The great country of freedom, the United States of America, is now no longer. The states that were contained in its borders are no longer. Alaska has been absorbed by Canada and the Hawaiian Islands have been reclaimed by the Pacific. In place of the states are now three different countries; the military dictatorship of Xananius, the monarchy of Calluanul, and the republic of Eris.
Welcome to the 25th century ACE. The world has grown into new technology and new experimentation. Now, living in the world with humans are hybrids; human/animal splicers made by scientists across the world. When the scientists made more than they originally meant, they were prosecuted. Then, they were all sent to Calluanul to form their own people since they had become quite numerous as they bred among themselves. Humans who had lived in the old country fled either to Xananius (who harbored deep hatred for the hybrids) or Eris (where hybrids were welcomed to live equally with the humans).
However, in 2529 ACE, things started to change. Xananius declared war on Calluanul. Refugees fled to Eris which destabilized their economy. Wider gaps were made between the rich and the poor. Street gangs rose throughout the poor boroughs, having been kept to the shadows long enough. In Calluanul, things have taken a nasty turn for the worst. 2535 ACE, the royal family has forced its heirs to flee to Eris.
Isedon Miashimi, whose blood is shared with one of the richest families in Eris, was raised as a gutter rat. Scarred, distant, and rather crass, she knows the alleys and the street gangs by name. How? She was raised by them in between regular beatings from her abusive parents. But one day she meets a strange group of travelers, asking for asylum.
MAP
Xananius - Military Dictatorship Capital: Zimoris Ruler: President Viktor Kross Area: 1,196,997 sq mi
Calluanul - Monarchy Capital: Anuanul Ruler: King Thailon Seonnyn Area: 1,043,319 sq mi
Eris - Republic Capital: Corivas Ruler: President Chayni Gwenyc Area: 879,786 sq mi
RULES
1. This is a one on one role-play, but I would like it if you are generally semi-literate.
2. I am Isedon.
3. The group she meets are the heirs of Calluanul. The Crown Prince is who you would be playing.
4. Yes, this does have an element of romance in it.
5. Violence and romance are encouraged.
6. Feel free to use your own bio.
7. Futuristic weapons are allowed, seeing that this role-play takes place in the 26th century ACE. Though, older weapons are allowed, like swords.
8. And I know the names sound a bit... fantasy-ish. I'm strange. Just accept it.
IMPORTANT OTHERS
1. The term “Hybrid” is used among the rich in Corivas. Anywhere else, “splicer” is used.
2. Hybrids or splicers show animal characteristics and because of it, they have a “mate” which is shortened from soul mate. If two hybrids are mates, they will both feel the effects. However, if one is human, only the hybrid will fell the full bond. The human will feel a slight pull in their mate’s direction.
3. Most hybrids will find their mates after they reach majority (18).
4. Eris is the only country that encourages marriages between human and hybrid. Though the marriages seldom happen for fear of being attacked for their choice.
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9:24pm May 25 2013
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9:52pm May 25 2013 (last edited on 9:53pm May 25 2013)
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Name: Rowan Seonnyn II
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Looks: Wavy black hair which is just long enough to be swept across his right eye as a fringe, is trimmed much shorter at the back and sides of the head. His hair resembles the slight changes in color and variation that one might expect from the black tiger he shares blood with. Slit eyed pupils are another distinguishing feature, framed by iris's which change from a murky hazel to a rich leafy green, flecked with shining gold and silver. The last animalistic feature on his person is a sleek black tail, peaky out from the waistband of his trousers. Rowan stands at just above 6'5, barefoot, and has a slim, athletic build which is enhanced by a pair of form fitting, rumpled black jeans and a v-necked, long sleeved, black tee shirt, which he wears with the sleeves at his elbows. To hide his identity, a hooded woolen semi-trench coat covers his face and keeps him warm. A long scar, from the time he spent captured by enemy forces, traces his form. It starts at his left upper arm, wrapping around it three times, with about a centimetre between each slash, before continuing diagonally down his chest and wrapping around his stomach four times. It then comes back up and wraps around his right elbow in the same fashion. It looks brutal and deep, and is stark white against his slightly tanned skin. Two tattoo's don his body, one on the inside of his right wrist, a name, written in cursive letters, and the other a black rose wrapping around an ornate gold dagger, placed above his scar on his stomach/chest area.
Personality: Rowan is a bit of a smart ass when you first meet him, making snide and annoying comments, but that's only if it could give him any possible advantage later. He's really a strategist, able and willing to make sacrifices for anything he deems worthy of his respect. After a while, most people learn to admire or like him, despite his best efforts.
Hybrid DNA: Black Tiger
Other: He's good at accents, and, when he's isn't masking it, he has a warm Irish brogue, associated with the Royal family.
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10:26pm May 25 2013
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OoC://
-drools over Rowan-
Um...
-wipes drool away-
Here's Isedon. o3o
Name :: Isedon Miashimi Age :: Eighteen Gender :: Female
Appearance :: Isedon has shoulder-length russet hair with black stripes that go down to her jaw, but the black stripes are spiked up going towards the back. Her eyes have dark russet irises with a circle of deep crimson around narrow, slitted pupils. And her eyes always seemed to be narrowed. A jet black tank-top covers her torso and on the back is a tribal design of a snarling wolf. Lightly hugging her waist are camouflage cargo pants that go down her slender legs and end three inches from her ankles. On her feet are black, knee-high boots that have her pants tucked into them. Also, the heels on her boots are two inches tall. Tied around her waist is a light blue denim jacket that she seldom uses. On both hands are black fingerless gloves and go up and end right below her elbow. The gloves are made out of leather. Isedon’s right ear is pierced with a bear’s claw that touches her shoulder; the claw is the colour of ivory. She stands five foot eleven without shoes on and she has a dark olive skin complexion. But marring her skin, are a multitude of white scars. Defensive scars line up on her lower arms. Whip lacerations mark up her back. Stab wounds litter her chest, stomach, and right leg. The worst of the scarring she has is a continuous burn mark from the tip of a red-hot fire poker. It starts on her left foot, circling around the knuckles of her toes before wrapping around her foot, up her leg until it reaches her hip before curling around her stomach twice. After that, it goes straight up before curving over her left shoulder blade and wrapping around her upper arm, ending at her elbow in the same way it starts on her foot. Personality :: Isedon is extremely mean and full of hate, but that is only towards people she doesn’t know… or loathes with all her being. Once she makes a friend, she can be very friendly although her narrowed eyes are something somebody has to get used to. Isedon is protective of her things, given her background. And yet despite it all, she is very persistent in what she believes in and will not give up on anything she sets her sights on.
Other :: Isedon has a cousin on her father’s side called Sora (who she hasn't seen since she was five) and they are virtual opposites. While her cousin is from a family rich beyond belief, her own family struggles from paycheck to paycheck and her parents are abusive druggies. She also has this innate ability or something that allows her to get close to animals without them fleeing, as such, she is often found were animals are a plenty, like a forest. A couple of her forest friends is a fox named Xerxes and two mated wolves named Yin and Yang.
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2:38am May 27 2013
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Occ:// Do you want to start?
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2:45am May 27 2013
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OoC://
Sure. I'll get something up soon.
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5:26pm May 27 2013
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Night had fallen over the city of Caliban. Which meant everybody was asleep, except for the street fiends and their gangs. Isedon was one such a fiend as she stalked the empty, downtown streets with a small figure trotting steadily behind her. But when a figure stepped out of an alley shadow, the small creature bounded in front of the girl and bared its teeth, making a hacking-cough noise of defense.
Isedon glanced down at her small friend, lips twisting with amusement. "Xerxes, you've met Alexai before," she said and the fox calmed down enough to close his mouth but his tail remained bushy.
"Why is your fox friend following you in the city? Shouldn't he be frolicking around in the woods with Yin and Yang?" Alexai asked, keeping weary eyes pinned on the male fox.
Isedon rolled her russet eyes. "Yin and Yang are wolves, not foxes. And you being the big bad leader of the Auphesix is scared of a fox?" she asked, smiling as her eyes glinted amusement.
"Oh, haha, Isedon. You're so funny," he growled. "But I need to tell you something." She gestured for him to continue. "With the influx of slicer refugees, their gangs have begun... *censored* our borders and are gangs. Maybe its the best if you stay off the streets for a few days?"
Isedon scoffed. The male looked so hopeful she would do as he said. "Nope. I know how to defend myself, Alexai. Besides, I'd like to see a splicer try to take me down," she said, a smug little smirk twisting her lips.
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2:17am May 28 2013
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Nighttime in Caliban, though dangerous to all, was the prime time for travel. Or at least it was for people who wished to remain unknown to the officials. Rowan was one of those people, as was his guard Butler. The two made their way across the city steadily, their features hidden by woolen coats which served a dual purpose of keeping out the cruel wind. Dark, leafy green eyes peered out beneath a hood before consulting a small black glass rectangle which held a glowing map. He tapped it twice, making a noise of impatience, and a hologram of the city appeared. He tapped certain parts of the hologram and appeared to be satisfied with the results, handing it to his companion who nodded and directed them through a maze of alleyways. After a while, frustrated, Butler swore and whispered in Rowan's ear, a scowl taking residence upon his features. Rowan scowled in return and swore back at him. "I gave you a map!" He said wearily. Butler shrugged and looked as if he was about to say something, when the Prince said some very un-royal like words before sweeping the wavy black hair off his face. "Let's just get it over with." Rowan muttered, beginning to walk toward one of the exits of the city, pocketing the device. They bumped into a couple and a fox, obviously deep in discussion, and brushed past them. Rowan swore quiet and shot a well placed scowl their way. "Watch out." He grunted, a hint of his royal accent coming through. He quickly covered up the accent and kept moving, hands jammed into his pockets. Butler trailed him, his own hood pulled up as well. [[Butler= ]]
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2:32am May 28 2013
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Xerxes gave the pair that bumped into his female-human-friend and the human-pack-leader a warning bark, his tail fluffing up again. When he felt her left brush against his tail, he relaxed slightly, but kept his amber eyes trained on the two cloaked figures.
Russet eyes narrowed and Alexai's widened. Isedon hissed with disdain at being interrupted but a rude cloaked figure and his buddy, judging by the gruffness of the tone that spoke. Though his accent was odd, she could usually pin those pretty quickly.
"I think you should watch out. We weren't moving, rokudenashi," Isedon growled, keeping her hands in her denim jacket pockets to keep herself from attacking.
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1:45am May 29 2013
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"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Do you think I'd interrupt a young couple on purpose grá?" He growled, one fist clenched in his pocket. The green of his eyes had seemed to change from their richer green to a murky hazel. They focused on the fox, though hidden to the others, as he made a noise to low for any human to hear. To an animal, however, it meant 'I'm doing you and you pack no harm.'
His gaze returned to the female, his fists un-clenching, and tilted his head at her. His eyes narrowed and a small smirk fell onto her lips. ''Sorry to interrupt your honeymoon sweetheart." he said, before turning around and beginning to walk off, his shoulders relaxed. to someone who didn't know him, it would have seemed reckless, but anyone who did, they would know that he had an idea of what was coming next.
Occ:// grá is Irish, by the way.
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2:11am May 29 2013
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Xerxes heard what this... being said and his ears pricked with surprise. This creature was a man-beast. Amber eyes filled with confusion as he cocked his head to one side, looking a bit like a confused puppy.
Isedon's russet eyes widened just a bit before she burst out laughing. "Y-you think me and Alexai are together!?" she asked, disbelief colouring her tone. Her nose wrinkled. "Do you know how gross that is? Its like saying I'm dating my dad." She shuddered and Alexai chuckled, shaking his head. "Did you not see the wrinkles he has?" she added.
"Hey! I do not have wrinkles, devushka," Alexai protested. "They are laugh lines."
The russet-haired female turned back to look at her older companion and tilted her head back against her shoulders. "Yea, you're right, old man. You've got gray hairs instead."
Letting out a highly undignified shriek that sounded borderline feminine and hysterical, Alexai vanished, leaving a somewhat vapor trail in his wake.
She blinked and looked down at Xerxes who seemed to be amused, judging by the good-natured flicking of his tail. "Well he tel-@ssed quickly," she mused, sounding amused. "Faster than I would have thought for a man of his age."
Without turning towards the retreating figure that thought she and Alexai were... "together" she muttered just loud enough for him to hear, "I am not a sweetheart and I haven't heard that term in a long time." By the end of the sentence the volume of her voice lowered until it sounded like a sad whisper.
[[ devushka is Russian for "girl". ]]
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5:50am May 29 2013
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Rowan shrugged and ducked his head at her, hiding a smile. Good, he'd gotten a laugh. Something about the girl was......... Attractive. More so to the animal side to him. He shook his head and shrugged. "This city is strange. I've seen young girls bound to many old men, and others just walk by as if this is normal." He scowled at this, throwing his head back. The hood fell from his face, revealing his features to the girl. Butler scowled and pushed his hood back as well, whispering in Rowan's ear.
"We really must be off Sire."
He almost growled at him before turning back to the stranger. "Sorry sweetheart, but we've gotta go." He said apologetically, before turning to Butler and muttering a curse directed at him, before placing the hood back upon his head and grimacing under it's cover. Butler shrugged at him before they went on their way out of the city, to set up camp in the forest.
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12:21am May 30 2013
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"Everywhere is strange. Most of the time, you just got to dig deeper to find normalcy," she commented. When a movement caught her attention, her head snapped in the direction of the cloaked couple only to see the hood down on the male who had spoken. With her eyes widening somewhat, she took in his features.
His black hair the colour of night was swept over one eye that reminded her of a forest with all its different shades. The handsome lines of his semi-shadowed face nearly had her drooling. And she never does that. Isedon also noticed, for the first time, how much taller he was than she. While she was taller than the average female, he was a good head above her.
She barely paid any attention to the green-eyed man's companion. Though, when green-eyes apologized, saying that they had to leave, disappointment fluttered somewhere in her chest before she squashed it. The whole ordeal was rather strange. Isedon watched as he replaced the hood on his head and followed his companion to who-knows-where.
When she was finally able to move, they were out of sight and she blinked before looking down at Xerxes with a small sigh. The fox was on his haunches, looking up at her with intelligent amber eyes. "You can go," Isedon said, watching as the fox popped to his feet, trotting away at a steady pace.
With another sigh, Isedon ran her fingers through her russet and black hair as she made her way back to the apartment the street fiends had set up for her. It was her home away from Hell. A place that was uniquely hers where she didn't have to constantly look over her shoulder to ward off the next attack from either of her parents.
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8:08am May 30 2013
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Rowan gave Butler a second scowl as they took another right hand turn down an alleyway. He muttered something about thick-skulled royal guards, which Butler wisely ignored. They weaved through what they'd come to understand was 'street fiend' territory with ease, only getting stopped once or twice until they reached an alley closer to the forest edge. "Stop." A low gruff voice, presumably belonging to a middle-aged male rang out. Rowen turned around on his heel, cocking his head at the stranger. He seemed calm and thoughtful, but Butler was the complete opposite, tensed and ready for action. The Prince folded his arms and replied in a similar fashion, his scowl and annoyance not showing. "None of you f****** business aois dhéantús" He said, his scowl mostly hidden by the shadows. The street fiend thrust his hands into his pockets and gestured behind him, as other fiends joined him. "This is a toll alley, so pay up unless you want a beating." Rowan's reply was a defiant shake of his head, one hand dropping to a hidden heavy bladed knife, which, when activated, sizzled with energy.
Butler took the opportunity to scan the surrounding area for more potential hostiles, then, finding none, scrutinizing the men in front of him from beneath the shadows of his hood. He snapped back into reality when Rowan spoke up again, the Prince's arms now resting folded across his chest. "I'm sorry, Woesteling, but you'll find no cheap cash from us." he said, his slight acent entering his words as he seemed to become angry.
[woesteling = Ruffian{Dutch}, aois dhéantús = old man{Irish}]
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12:52am May 31 2013
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Unbeknownst to Rowan and Butler, Xerxes decided to follow the two strange males. He was curious to see where they would go. Especially the man-beast. Flicking one ear, he stopped and sniffed the air to catch their scent, once caught, he slunk down the alleyway in which they went. Keeping himself low to the ground as he padded forward with his ears pricked forward. The fox managed to follow them to where an alley rammed up with the forest's edge.
If he could grin, he would. Instead, he opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out.
But, the human-male and the man-beast were stopped by the fiends of the street. Xerxes curled his lips into a silent snarl as he bared his teeth, slinking steadily closer. He hoped the black-with-white-one and the white-with-black-one where close so they could get her attention.
Flicking his ears back against his skull and sticking to the shadows, he let out a high-pitched howling noise. As soon as he clacked his jaws together, he licked one side of his muzzle as two distinct howls rose from the wooded area behind the man-beast and his companion.
[[ Xerxes's howl; http://www.angelfire.com/ar2/thefoxden/farcry.wav ]]
Isedon paused just outside her apartment complex and tilting her head as she heard the howling of both Yin and Yang. She scowled and slipped her keys back into one of the pockets on her pants. What would those two wolves be up to. Normally, they didn't try to get her attention if she remained in Caliban. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she jogged in the direction the howling came from.
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8:33am May 31 2013 (last edited on 9:05am May 31 2013)
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The fiend seemed to be about to answer, when a high pitched yowl came from somewhere behind the two, before two, much lower, howls answered. Rowan cocked his head and relaxed, a small smile playing across his lips. As the fiends looked to one another, he sprinted for the forest, glancing back behind him, to see Butler and a small fox. Green eyes sparkled mischievously as he recognized the amber eyed creature, an he let out a small rumble of thanks just before they reached the forest. He scowled as he thought of the street fiends, muttering to himself. " Amadáin Fola." and some suggestions on where they should be sticking their noses. Butler moved to set up a small camp, beginning to pitch a tent for them. Rowan stopped him with a click of his fingers and a small cough. "Butler, I think it'll rain tonight. Let me try set up a sleeping area." He said, not bothering to mask the royal [Irish] brogue which entered his voice. Butler nodded and set about gathering firewood and setting out supplies. A short while later, Rowan had instructed Butler to build a small - medium sized shelter from some of the larger nearby logs. It wasn't too long before the two had a respectable campsite, with a small fire crackling and bedrolls laid out. They fell into silence, occasionally stoking or poking the fire and gathering more wood, before Rowan volunteered the first watch, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and assuming the allocated place, a tight circle of rocks they'd piled together. It looked liek they were going to take up residence in the woods for quiet sometime, their camp being weather proof and food supplied being gathered up. [Shelter = http://s0.geograph.org.uk/geophotos/01/51/53/1515381_c51537fc.jpg tle="" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTeqo-C3rSm310fWv5zIu7RJqHu82RXLLi1-bUrZmdI5zTh2uSr">http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTeqo-C3rSm310fWv5zIu7RJqHu82RXLLi1-bUrZmdI5zTh2uSr {But bigger and with a small fire about a metre away from the front.}]
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When she got to the spot where she heard Yin and Yang, there was nobody in sight, except for a damn proud little fox. Xerxes stood on his hind-legs with his paws up near his chest. He looked like he was begging, but the wagging of his tail behind him told Isedon that he was happy. About what... she didn't know. Still, leveling a russet-eyed glare on the little canid, she crossed her arm against her chest.
"What are you so happy about?" she asked.
His ears pricked forward and he let out a bark. Her brows furrowed together in confusion. "You helped someone. Because the fiends were bothering them?" Xerxes lowered himself to his fore-paws and bobbed his head. "So Yin and Yang howling was because of that?" Again, the fox bobbed his head.
Scowling, she threw her arms up in the air. "Whatever you little fox. I'm going back to my apartment." Xerxes whined, ears flattening against his skull. "No, Xerxes. Go play with your fox friends. I'm tired and I have a very busy day tomorrow." The fox whine once again, but Isedon spun on her heel and stormed all the way back to her apartment.
Xerxes watched his female-friend go. Sadness washed through his scent as he stood on all four paws, bounding off into the forest. He never understood why she continued to live with the humans when it was clear she always smelled of fox and forest and fresh rain. She was always out in the forest playing with him and the two wolves, and any other friendly animal they came across.
He bounded past the two wolves, who had grown curious, not stopping to give them any explanation or anything. Though, he did stop when he came across the man-beast's scent. Xerxes paused and sniffed the air, before following it. When he stopped, he saw a large structure. His head cocked to one side. They made shelter? Man-beast and his companion were staying out in the forest? Sitting down on his haunches, he let himself stay in the shadow until he is sure that the man-beast is here, since the fox can't see him.
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A few moments later, Rowan muttered a curse, something about 'a stupid madraí' and something highly uncomplimentary about guards. He rose from the crouching position he'd been in, stretching the cramp that had developed in his back. Then, he walked over to the hut and wrapped on the door-frame. "Butler, if you want a guard, you'll have to do yourself." He said, not even bothering to mask the obvious accent that wrung through his voice. When Butler didn't respond, Rowan sighed and, with a murmured "Royal guards are the best my a**" He sat by the fire, chewing on some of the dried rations they'd brought with them. He let out his tail which swished around by him and brought a log over to sit on so that he wouldn't squish it.
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Xerxes's ear perked up when he saw the man-beast come out of the shelter. Behind him, his tail wagged slightly before he rose to all four paws. The man-beast was on the other side of the flickering light and the fox considered it best if he circled around the edge of their camp, keeping to the shadows. Keeping his body low to the ground, he slunk around. But when his eyes caught hold of something swishing around on the other side of the log in which the other sat.
He lowered his front, but raised his rear in a playful manor. Wriggling his rump before pouncing after it. A playful churring escaping his muzzle.
[[ Playful noise; http://www.angelfire.com/ar2/thefoxden/foxsquall.wav ]]
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2:39am Jun 2 2013
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Rowan's head spun around as he heard what he identified as a playful noise. A fox, the one from the girl before by the looks of it, was chasing after his tail, which flicked around in response. He grinned and ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head at the small creature. "Where's your cara?" He asked, more to himself than to the fox. Green eyes sparkled and he made a low growling sound in the back as his throat, a growling laughter as he swished his tail just out of the foxes reach.
Rowan thought for a moment, cocking his head again, before rummaging through a bag and pulling out some of their dwindling supply of fresh meat, laying it beside the small, ballsy, creature, and gesturing that the meat was for it.
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