Character: Tsume + whomever wants to join
Content: The renegade wolf doesn't seem surprised about the quality of his paradise.
Setting: Vanaheim gate -> The Glass Bonsai
Time: Mid to late week 25, dusk
Warnings: PG :: Language, light gore.
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The red moon was rising, and the air was heavy with the smell of blood and sweet flowers. )
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"I don't think that's the way I would put it. Not that it's any of your business. Oh, and you need to answer my other question before I'm going to answer any of yours. I don't do that charity thing." He remembered something annoying about canines.
"Oh yeah, and don't try to threaten me for it either. That really won't work. I might just laugh at you and leave."
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"There aren't any humans where I'm from. I probably know less about the kinds of things in this place than you, and you're not doing a good job of getting me to tell you what I do know." Maybe Kovu should just take him up on the offer to leave. It would be far less frustrating.
"Because some of it doesn't have anything to do with the humans at all."
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"I don't beg, and I'm not in the mood for games. Now, the score's even." He paused, cocking a brow as the feline went on, being as cryptic as ever. They really needed to come with translators, this would be a hell of a lot less frustrating for him, as well.
"What are you talking about?" His eyes almost narrowed. Almost.
He couldn't smell lunar flowers anywhere, not even the remnant's of Cheza's scent wafting from his fur. There was nothing, nor did this even look like the slums of Jagura's keep. It was just..a dump. Ugly and stale. Besides, supposing they were somewhere within her keep, then why was he alive? And why the hell was there a lion--whatever it was--standing right there? Humans, especially nobles, eradicated anything that threatened their existence without remorse or thought to the consequences.
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"And you've got a weird idea of 'even.'" The lion was starting to wish he'd dealt with canines more often, but the times he'd gotten to talk to them--instead of hunting them down and killing them at his mother's orders--had been very, very rare. They were just like all the other animals, and had avoided the desolate Outlands as much as they could.
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