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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 11:07:28 GMT
Furry plumage trailing behind her, amber optics studying her surroundings effortlessly. A beautiful day; nothing new in this terrain; in Spring. Black pelt stretched across powerful muscles and limbs like clingfilm. Yellow thunderbolts marking her pelt beautifully. Slowly, but steadily, the young f'mmora padded along, pinnae standing erect, and plumage swinging fro side to side in delight. She could sense a storm approaching; probably Thistle had created it; Thistle had the electricity element like herself. Shrugging vaguely, Stormy continued to pad, tongue lolling from her two-year-old maw. She wondered where Albino was; she hadn't seen her friend for a good while now; a couple of weeks if she remembered correctly. Nothing was correct about her though. She was as strange as a flying herla. She believed there was a great god; the god of toilet tubes, and spoke in third person. Always.
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Post by The Albino Poo on Jul 30, 2005 12:32:19 GMT
The oddly small brute was wrestling with a squirrel, trying his hardest to get lunch. He had managed to carry the creature into the caves, thinking it was dead, but of course, it fought last minute. It whipped him in the nose with it's fluffy plume and ran off, leaving Albino empty-stomached. He sulked off, not watching anything in front of him. He yelped as a jolt of static electricity ran through his body. Looking up, he saw that he had bumped into Stormy. "Oh... It's YOU...."
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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 12:34:34 GMT
Stormy beamed.
"Stormy greet-eth Albino." She smiled. She laughed softly at the fleeing Squirrel.
"Did Albino miss his catch?" She asked, giggling slightly; plumage now curved around her leg, as she was utterly delighted!
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Post by The Albino Poo on Jul 30, 2005 12:39:35 GMT
He shifted his weight, a bit embarrassed. "Nuu!" he said with shifty eyes. "I just.... didn't wanna kill it!" He stopped for a second, then spoke again. "I found it was a believer of the God of Sporks, you see."
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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 12:41:37 GMT
Stormy snorted with laughter.
"Albino lies!" She giggled, nudging him with her shoulder, and accidentally shocking him again.
"Stormy did bad thing.................."
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Post by The Albino Poo on Jul 30, 2005 12:54:41 GMT
He yelped again and fell backwards at the shock. "Ow...." he mumbled, trying to get back on his mitts.
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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 12:56:03 GMT
Stormy bit her lip.
"Stormy's sorry." She mumbled, trying not to smile or giggle. Her shocks were getting stronger and stronger; not a good thing, really
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Post by The Albino Poo on Jul 30, 2005 12:59:44 GMT
He managed to get up and shake himself off. "Hasn't the God of Sporks been teaching you to control your powers?" he said, annoyed.
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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 13:01:04 GMT
Stormy lowered her pinnae slightly.
"Stormy hasn't seen the God of Sporks for a few days. And no, the God of Sporks wouldn't bother herself with Stormy, Stormy thinks...." She mumbled, sighing
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Post by The Albino Poo on Jul 30, 2005 13:02:25 GMT
He shook his head. "Of course she will," he said angrily. "I'll take you to her, if you want."
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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 13:05:28 GMT
Stormy smiled.
"Stormy....would like that." She smiled
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Post by The Albino Poo on Jul 30, 2005 13:07:02 GMT
A smile creased his maw, no longer looking angry. "Follow moi!" he grinned, padded towards the entrance of the cave.
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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 13:08:56 GMT
Stormy nodded, smiling, and padded after him, her fluffy plume waving from side to side again, her fur sparking lightly
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Post by The Albino Poo on Jul 30, 2005 13:16:22 GMT
Reaching the exit of the caves, he looked around. If I was the God of Sporks, where would I be...
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Post by Layla on Jul 30, 2005 13:18:00 GMT
Stormy plodded after him, head flopping from side to side, she was giggling also, her tail streaming out behind her, amber optics giddy
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