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02-26-2013, 09:05 AM
Feb 4th, takes place after the herd meeting. For d'Artagnan and his lovely Aramis. <3
It was mid-morning in their hidden vale, the sun slowly gathering warmth as the hours wore on. Stark shadows were cast upon the ground of lush grasses, and Mauja shifted uncomfortably where he stood, his body remembering the heat of the last Tallsun all too well. Still, this time, a good roll in the slush of the Steppe was much closer to home, and he supposed he ought to be grateful for that. Truth to be told, he still missed the Edge, but there was nothing he could do about that now. In fact, there was not much at all he could do until he regained his strength, both mentally and physically. He had to lay in wait, bide his time, see what this new herd Psyche had hatched was — how the power scales were tipped. He did not envy her her position, but if they were to to somehow start butting heads.. factions, wars, backstabbers. He felt like groaning. This morning was not for thinking of such stupid things, old worries come to haunt him again.
As no more questions arose, nor any reason to stay as a throng was found, the herd began to filter out, back to their daily lives, but Mauja remained where he was with Aviya on one side, Mesec and d'Artagnan on the other. Blowing out a tired sigh through his nostrils he leaned in closer to the red doctor, trying to not squish the gangly hybrid youth too much, and rested his warm muzzle against d'Artagnan's shoulder for a moment. "Come on," he said after a second or so, giving his head a shake and pulling back. He did not thing that the Time Mender shared his ability to feel sad, and knew that seeming to mope too much would probably just earn him a whack on the head to "beat it out of him" or something. Smiling humorlessly to himself he took a step forward, carefully avoiding the playful pup, and stretched up his neck, pulling loose the muscles of his back. "I've got quite a story to tell ya, doctor." Flicking his white tail against the Nightshade's side (and hopefully not too much in Mesec's face), Mauja did like the rest and started to walk away from the meeting.
It was mid-morning in their hidden vale, the sun slowly gathering warmth as the hours wore on. Stark shadows were cast upon the ground of lush grasses, and Mauja shifted uncomfortably where he stood, his body remembering the heat of the last Tallsun all too well. Still, this time, a good roll in the slush of the Steppe was much closer to home, and he supposed he ought to be grateful for that. Truth to be told, he still missed the Edge, but there was nothing he could do about that now. In fact, there was not much at all he could do until he regained his strength, both mentally and physically. He had to lay in wait, bide his time, see what this new herd Psyche had hatched was — how the power scales were tipped. He did not envy her her position, but if they were to to somehow start butting heads.. factions, wars, backstabbers. He felt like groaning. This morning was not for thinking of such stupid things, old worries come to haunt him again.
As no more questions arose, nor any reason to stay as a throng was found, the herd began to filter out, back to their daily lives, but Mauja remained where he was with Aviya on one side, Mesec and d'Artagnan on the other. Blowing out a tired sigh through his nostrils he leaned in closer to the red doctor, trying to not squish the gangly hybrid youth too much, and rested his warm muzzle against d'Artagnan's shoulder for a moment. "Come on," he said after a second or so, giving his head a shake and pulling back. He did not thing that the Time Mender shared his ability to feel sad, and knew that seeming to mope too much would probably just earn him a whack on the head to "beat it out of him" or something. Smiling humorlessly to himself he took a step forward, carefully avoiding the playful pup, and stretched up his neck, pulling loose the muscles of his back. "I've got quite a story to tell ya, doctor." Flicking his white tail against the Nightshade's side (and hopefully not too much in Mesec's face), Mauja did like the rest and started to walk away from the meeting.
