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Characters: Bastet (felinemystique), and Lin/Soi Fong (sting_to_death)
Date/Time: Thursday, November 19, late morning
Location: Hatchery
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Bastet's harem gets a little bigger...and a lot more contentious.
Bastet sighed, adjusting the straight sword strapped to her back. She didn't generally use weapons, but she trained with them regularly all the same, and had planned to do so after her Hatchery shift. She was actually full for the first time in weeks, having stationed herself in front of one of those banana-things for two hours, listening to that stupid song and stuffing her belly full of pancakes.
Actually, maybe a nap would be better than training. She could lay in the sun for a while, and train later in the evening, despite the fact that it got dark fairly early this time of year. Then she could get more pancakes for dinner...
The sound of a cocoon wiggling and cracking interrupted her thoughts, and she sighed, grabbing a newborn packet. She met the eyes of the other guard on duty, motioning towards the end of the row. Figures, the newborn would wait until the greeter had gone to lunch. Ah, well.
Date/Time: Thursday, November 19, late morning
Location: Hatchery
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Bastet's harem gets a little bigger...and a lot more contentious.
Bastet sighed, adjusting the straight sword strapped to her back. She didn't generally use weapons, but she trained with them regularly all the same, and had planned to do so after her Hatchery shift. She was actually full for the first time in weeks, having stationed herself in front of one of those banana-things for two hours, listening to that stupid song and stuffing her belly full of pancakes.
Actually, maybe a nap would be better than training. She could lay in the sun for a while, and train later in the evening, despite the fact that it got dark fairly early this time of year. Then she could get more pancakes for dinner...
The sound of a cocoon wiggling and cracking interrupted her thoughts, and she sighed, grabbing a newborn packet. She met the eyes of the other guard on duty, motioning towards the end of the row. Figures, the newborn would wait until the greeter had gone to lunch. Ah, well.