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Jan 12, 2011 23:31

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Sorrow. )

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shysentinel January 13 2011, 07:25:14 UTC
[Nephenee walked the halls by herself that night, bundled in her jacket to ward off the cold. She'd gone and visited a friend tonight, and now she had headed to grab a snack from the cafeteria before heading back to her room. Grabbing a bag of fruit and some candy for Cream and Cheese, she continued on her way to the dorms, when she spotted a strange purple cat roaming around...but something was wrong. Its ears were low, tail hanging down... she frowned, walking to the Espeon]

Um...you okay, lil fella?

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punchyourbrains January 16 2011, 03:26:53 UTC
[Euphrosyne does not recognize this newcomer. She is a wild animal, and she jolts away at this stranger. In her depression, her precognition is not at its sharpest, so sensing intention is slightly difficult.

Her tail sways defensively, her ears erect, before this human registers. She does not... seem like a threat. She seems more interested in the crux of her suffering.

Her body falls back into that slump, but she is now approachable, although still quite cautious.]

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shysentinel January 16 2011, 03:55:03 UTC
[Nephenee smiled, slowly walking over to her, hand carefully outstretching for Euphie to sniff.]

It's okay, I ain't gonna hurt ya.

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punchyourbrains January 16 2011, 04:30:47 UTC
[And sniffed she did, although much of her sniffing had already taken place on a mental level.

Euphrosyne's little black nose cataloged another scent.

Her defense positioning mostly had left her, although she could very easily snap back into it if she felt the need to.]

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shysentinel January 16 2011, 05:00:09 UTC
[Satisfied the kitty wouldn't run off, she knelt in front of it]

So what's wrong, lil one? you look sad?

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punchyourbrains January 20 2011, 02:00:41 UTC
[Nephenee found herself with a purple cat approaching the mass of a medium-sized dog rushing into her. There was something about her surface, something about it that led the mourning pokemon into an almost naive assumption of the human's nature.

She was cold to the touch, her short fur offering little between the elements and her skin.]

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