Rarr.

[lightningcurse]

Mabon is back to his proper age again, and not at all happy about the reduction thereof; his younger self is something he never liked. The Mansion needs a remonstrance, and therefore, as of to-day, the walls are laid about with his own particular brand of Power

Comments

[edgar_huntly]

Edgar hadn't been in the mansion an entire day before he fell victim to his first crackplot.

[notallworthy]

Ohmygod! A cat! It must be barked at. And Tom does start barking. A lot.

[edgar_huntly]

He hisses at the barking thing, teeth bared, shoulders hunched into the panther's typical pre-pounce position.

[notallworthy]

Ooooo! Maybe the cat wants to play?

[edgar_huntly]

The cat wants to swipe at the space just in front of Tom's face--

[notallworthy]

Yay! Playing! Tom starts running in circles, still barking madly.

[edgar_huntly]

Edgar straightens from his pouncing crouch, rather bewildered at what seems to be highly atypical rival beast behavior.

[notallworthy]

Tom is now bouncing closer to Edgar, then bouncing away. Bouncing closer, then bouncing away.

[edgar_huntly]

Next time he bounces closer, he'll get another swipe--this time almost a curious one.

[notallworthy]

Tom gives a doggish grin and gets into a 'play with me' position, tail wagging up a storm.

[edgar_huntly]

He crouches as well, tail lashing--cats play like they mean it, and Edgar looks only intent.

Typist: Off to see At World's End now! *bounceyay!*

[notallworthy]

Tom whines with excitement, but waits since Edgar is bigger.

[edgar_huntly]

With a wiggle of his hindquarters, Edgar springs--

[notallworthy]

And Tom tries to bounce away, but ends up falling. He lies on his back, but his tail is still wagging.

Typist: I swear I'm going to pick up every character in that damn novel. (And I do believe Arabella may have put up a post for the gentleman.)

[edgar_huntly]

Edgar has the dog between his paws now, and will bat him back and forth between them experimentally.

Typist: I think you may. ^__^ (You are like my personal alarm system that tells me when I've got posts waiting ... what would I do without you? ♥♥♥)

[notallworthy]

Tom lies still, but if Edgar's head moves close enough he will lick him.

Typist: He has to be the last. I had a list of people I would like to play from it and he's the last one. (I don't know. How about rewarding me by responding to Zjendjan's intro?)