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Post by RekKa on Jul 3, 2007 9:25:41 GMT -5
You win the food. Have an elk.
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Post by obsidian on Jul 3, 2007 10:44:16 GMT -5
Mikhail removes the heart, organs, and other choicest bits of meat, leaving them out for the scavengers. He eats enough to take the edge off his hunger, then latches his jaw around the carcass and drags it back to the tiger.
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Post by RekKa on Jul 3, 2007 23:14:09 GMT -5
He perks up at the smell of food. He gives you a feline smile, ("Good boy, listening to your elders will get you far.")
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Post by obsidian on Jul 4, 2007 8:42:34 GMT -5
Mikhail's lip curls up despite his chenched jaw around the elk at the word "elders," but otherwise says nothing. He dumps the kill down and sets about eating his fill.
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Post by RekKa on Jul 4, 2007 14:26:17 GMT -5
The old tiger gets up and starts munching. Through a mouthful of food, ("I take it you're Metis.")
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Post by obsidian on Jul 4, 2007 17:10:39 GMT -5
("Was it the horns or the smell that gave it away?") Mikhail replied. He ripped at the food in his jaws more viciously than necessary. ("That a problem?")
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Post by RekKa on Jul 4, 2007 21:16:02 GMT -5
("The horns, once I got a better look at ya. And naw, not a problem. Just usually Metis are raised with knowledge and all. Were you abandoned?")
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Post by obsidian on Jul 4, 2007 23:01:48 GMT -5
Mikhail set his jaw. ("In a sense.")
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Post by RekKa on Aug 10, 2007 23:23:47 GMT -5
He sort of raises an eyebrow, but doesn't prod you for more information. He finishes up his food and rolls around in the snow a bit. ("Well... is there anything in particular you'd like to learn first?")
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Post by obsidian on Aug 14, 2007 14:04:16 GMT -5
Mikhail loses his aloof attitude, and questions pour out of him in a stream. His tail flicks eagerly back and forth. ("What do Bastet do? How do they live? How many more of us are there? And the Wyrm. What about the Wyrm? Are they...(it?)...real?")
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Post by RekKa on Aug 17, 2007 0:10:27 GMT -5
("Woah! One at a time, kid. I guess I'll start with um, the Wyrm. Yes, it's real. Be careful when tryin' to kill Wyrm-spawn, some of 'em are downright nasty. Be careful, be smart about it. Goin' in fists blazin' WILL get you killed. Um, as for the Bastet... there aren't as many of us as there should be. Less than there were. Can't say I've seen any of your breed around here, come to think of it. I'll um... I guess I can take you to the next taghairm... meeting."))
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Post by obsidian on Aug 17, 2007 9:56:19 GMT -5
(("The taghairm...that's a meeting of all Bastet in an area? What do you do at one of those?"))
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Post by RekKa on Aug 17, 2007 13:26:59 GMT -5
(("Depends on the Bastet that attend. Sometimes it's real serious, mostly it's a social gathering. Trade stories, drink, mess around."))
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Post by obsidian on Aug 18, 2007 10:11:27 GMT -5
(("Huh.")) Mikhail looks a little confused, but shakes it off. (("Are there any important things that happen at these taghairm ? I...heard something...about some type of ceremony?"))
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Post by RekKa on Aug 18, 2007 21:03:15 GMT -5
(("Of course there's important stuff,")) he says, scratching behind his ear, (("But that's usually less fun."))
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