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08-18-2012, 03:49 AM
 Well well well... If it wasn't King Spots himself, letting out a mustering call. Alan's warm amber eyes slipped open to the sunset, ears flicking back for a moment. Her dark muzzle was leaning against her curled front legs, and for a moment she pondered just ignoring the summons and going back to sleep. But.. how would that look, eh? Not good at all, not for poor d'Artagnan, and nor for Alan herself. And Seiren, well, she'd probably find all sorts of stupid things to say about it. Groaning loudly, she clambered to her feet and tried to shake and stretch the sleep from her limbs, which would've been easier if she'd been more of a "morning" person. Excruciatingly slow, savoring every moment of tardiness as punishment for the King who woke her, she dragged her feet and slowly ambled into the sight of the gathering. And, she was a bit disappointed. Either the herd was really small, or she'd got there a lot faster than she thought. She mewled to herself in protest, and was too tired to make any flippant comments to Ricciardo. He had a temper that one, and it'd been most fun to play with. But, oh well... her tongue would be like lead, so she'd not be able to participate in a war of wits anyway. Yawning hugely, she shook her head again as she marched up, leonine tail dragging over the ground just for show. She wanted King Spots to look at her and know how horribly cruel he was for waking her up like this. Looking very grumpy, sleepy and disheveled still, her mane sticking out in every direction and flopping awkwardly across her face, she halted next to the black mare with the red mane. She looked fancy, and Alan grimaced in her direction, hoping she was a friendly soul who could feel some empathy with being dragged from your sleep. "Alan reporting in," she drawled in the direction of the monarch, finishing it off with another huge yawn, before blinking tiredly and settling for staring at Ulrik and his mechanical wolf. Because that was interesting enough to nearly wake her up. Nearly.  |
