Pumirya

Feral

*Sips coffee quietly and waits.*

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It wasn't to bad, thank you. :-)

*Goes back to sipping coffee.*

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Hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday weekend.

Feral

@Marcus: Noted, and nicely done. I think the winemakers are going to miss Cadogan though, lol. Anyways, now to see who posts next.

Feral

@Marcus; Probably be a good time to, yes.

@Har: The longer Garran is around, the more I like him. :-)

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@Elsa: Don't know what that is, but good luck.

@Everyone: Holiday delayed post is now up, enjoy. :-)

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Simone nodded her thanks before sinking her fangs into one of the small silver bags. The lycan blood, or whatever it was, trickled coolly down Simone’s throat, filling her empty stomach with the nourishment she needed to survive. ‘Thank you,” Simone would murmur after finishing the first bag, pausing at length between each word, she clearly not used to say thanks/ At least it didn’t seem as though they were going to starve her to death, Simone mused silently as she picked up the second blood bag and set her razor sharp fangs into it, easily tearing two holes from which to drink.

Amother voice pulled Simone from her thoughts, and her meal, the vampire’s gaze snapping upwards to take in the new speaker, a girl with striking, electric blue eyes and long brown hair. ‘What do you mean?” Simone spoke softly, a slight edge to her voice before she realised that that the question had not been directed at her. “Oh, my mistake," Simone muttered... her best attempt at an apology before turning her attention back to finishing her second meal. But she was interrupted again as a… well it looked like a rabbit of some sort, approached and began to make a series of squeaks. Simone frowned, staring quizzically at the thing; then she shook her head.

‘What is it saying?” Simone mused aloud, the question directed to everyone and no one at the same time. Simone studied the new arrival for several long moments, her keen carmine coloured eyes taking in its form from head to toe. It was a potential threat until Simone knew otherwise… But then again, wasn’t everyone here? Simone shook her head and took a deep breath. No; it wasn’t like that, was it? Simone was feeling better after her meal, but it was still hard to think. Why…? What had happened to her? Was she really broken? That’s what the doctors at Solomon had said, yes?

But they never had said what was wrong before they had prepped her for euthanasia. Were they going to treat her here and return her home? No, it didn’t seem that way. Simone’s expression hardened as thoughts of her home and her creators ran through her mind and a soft growl slipped from between the petite white haired female’s lips, which were now pressed together in a hard, straight line. ‘It was… her fault,” Simone hissed angrily as her confused, drug fillled mind began to slip further and the image of her creator appeared in front of her, arms crossed over her chest, staring down her nose at her project from across the table. “I already killed you,’ Simone growled as she shot to her feet, knocking her chair over in the process... ‘You’re dead! I remember!"”

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“That’s not funny, Torva,” Hagumi muttered softly as he spoke of them not burning the city to the ground, yet. “That’s not funny at all,” she added after a brief pause, lifting her head slowly until her ice blue eyes stared deeply into Torva’s eyes, holding his stare for several long moments before Hagumi looked away and returned her attention to the arena below. “I would do almost anything to prevent that,” Hagumi whispered, allowing one arm to slide around Torva’s waist for a few seconds, during which she hugged him tightly. “I love my home with all of my heart… Just like I love you, Torva…”

Happily it seemed that things were returning quickly to normal. The now very dead criminal’s remains were speedily whisked away, hopefully to be tossed out or disposed of outside the city. As for the man who had killed him, good reason(s) or not, he had left a sour impression upon Hagumi, and if they were to meet again, and spend any time in each others company, he would have to work hard to turn his image from what it was. But then again, he probably wasn’t the type who cared. Pushing the thoughts of the unsavory bounty hunter from her mind, Hagumi gently hugged Torva’s waist again.

“Do you think Cadogan will win...? He is The Great Inventor after all.. but still…” Hagumi’s focus rested on the forms of Cadogan and Chii far below in the arena. It seemed for Chii’s part the little dragoness had hardly stirred as the gruesome execution had taken place. It wasn’t a surprise, Hagumi mused silently, given what she did know of Chii’s past. Chii had even picked up the slain man’s head and handed it calmly to a nearby guard before returning to Cadogan’s side, where she now stood silent watching The Great Inventor work, At one point Chii had leaned toward The Great Inventor, while she had looked excitedly down at the armour he was crafting.

“Do you need some more wine?” is what Chii had whispered into Cadogan’s ear as she watched him work, amazed by how skillfully The Great Inventor crafted the armour. Chii knew nothing of such things, well little to nothing. That aside it went without saying that Chii had confidence in The Great Inventor, else she wouldn’t have volunteered to assist him. Meanwhile, back in the stands, Hagumi looked at Torva and squeezed his hand gently. “Would you get me something to drink.. Yourself too,” Hagumi asked sweetly as she placed several gold coins in Torva’s palm. “Something sweet for me, okay…? And get yourself whatever you want… it’s my treat. Just don't get to drunk,”

Feral

Been under the weather, will have a post in the next few days.

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I am alive.. things were delayed by a bit of a cold. Post should be up soon.