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Post by Fangor on Sept 14, 2010 8:50:19 GMT -5
"Good. You start now." Fangor pushed away from the wall. "Make sure he hunts or fishes by himself for his dinner, and don't let him get any garbage. He's not to go on the No Man's Land unless there are strict orders given from me when it's time. He works at the factory at odd hours; you can sleep then, wander, do whatever."
Hands moved to the pockets of his pants as he walked away. "Oh, and by the way--don't get too physical with him. We're saving him up." A wicked grin.
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Post by Chris on Sept 14, 2010 9:14:47 GMT -5
Chris muted himself enough as he watched Fangor go, listening to every single word though it wasn't clear what he processed, and what he didn't. He didn't struggle beneath the queen, didn't even bother, as if preserving strength or something. It was hard to tell with him.
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Post by safa on Sept 14, 2010 19:17:40 GMT -5
It was strange, how he just left her with him. No questions asked. Nothing. After all the...
Shaking her head the queen quickly stood and left Chris laying there upon the ground, shaking her head still. She couldnt do this. It was too close to what she was before. How things were before.
Staring down at him, the queen adjusted her jacket and gave a small grunt. This was a mistake.
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Post by Chris on Sept 15, 2010 9:22:41 GMT -5
Chris prodded at the ground with a finger, seeming to move dirt. Still with the queen over him, he shifted his weight. Build but small. He was always good at wiggling, but mainly fast movement as he slid out from under her and got to his feet. He looked after Fangor as the other cat left, looking for a moment as if he might follow. But he didn't.
His face became passive and indifferent, and he seemed to linger. But why was the question.
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Post by safa on Sept 16, 2010 14:41:52 GMT -5
"Follow after Fangor..or do what you were. I dont care. I cant do this." If she could muster emotion one would say she sounded, fearful. But like always her tone was as dead as she should have been. Trying to get closer, just coming back like it was nothing. If it -was- nothing then she would be running constantly, hiding out in that junkyard.
No. She was still on his shit list. And she certainly wasnt pretty enough to beg for forgivness and to be welcomed back into the fold.
Brushing off her jacket, the queen turned and stalked away from the manic tom.
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Post by Chris on Sept 17, 2010 10:42:48 GMT -5
Immediately, Chris' eyes flashed to her, one thing on his face, and one thing alone: betrayal. He didn't budge, maybe there was the slight twitch of his whiskers. The something.
Abandonment.
His claws extended, but still, he was braced. Still broken, still lost. This machine. A timebomb.
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