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[coyoteeugly]

❝   Geeze,   every   time   the   guy   speaks   he   gets   more   insufferable.   ❞

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❝   You   must   be   fun   at   parties.   ❞

He is so tired of this lunatic.

"Wolf, don't start now."

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❝   should   we   ...   should   we   tell   ‘im?   ❞

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❝   I   ain’t   even...   I   ain’t   even   goin’   NEAR   that.   ❞

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❝   Yeesh,   and   I   thought   the   dudes   in   the   bar   were   a   pain   to   handle.   ❞

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The larger dinosaur gives a humored snort upon Coyote revealing the nature of her younger sister and mother. "Your family are rabbits? I did not know you were related to vegetarian cats." ( Big thanks to Bit for telling this joke so I could steal it from her. <3 )

❝   vegetarian   cats?   ❞

she   can’t   help   but   give   a   soft   laugh   at   the   jab,   genuine   smile   pulling   across   her   face   as   the   warmth   meets   her   eyes.   she   offers   a   shrug   as   she   pockets   the   picture   of   her   family.

❝   ha!   yeah   I   guess   so!   ---   it   was   definitely...   weird   growing   up   around   a   bunch   of   bun--   I   mean,   vegetarian   cats.   ❞

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❝   Oh   boy,   this   is   exhausting   just   to   watch.   Guess   all   that   Cornerian   Propaganda   really   did   the   trick,   huh?   ❞

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" you're not in charge here. you know that. "

* intimidation prompts.    /    accepting.

hardened   gaze   up   at   him   seems   to   falter   in   the   face   of   his   reply.   she   knows   he’s   right,   she   is   outnumbered   and   on   a   planet   she   doesn’t   understand.   an   outsider   to   this   new   world,   an   alien   of   epic   proportions   in   species,   size,   strength,   and   morals.   she   was   not   built   to   fight   like   they   were,   she   was   not   someone   who   could   stand   before   him   and   tell   him   what   to   do.   not   without   risking   life   or   limb.

❝   ...you’re   right,   I’m   not.   so   if   you   would   prefer   to   continue   on   this   way   and   destroy   any   progress   I’ve   made   then   I   can’t   stop   you,   General.   after   all,   what   would   I   know?   I’m   just   the   field   medic   you   “employed”   to   help   your   men,   carrying   out   the   will   of   your   mother,   and   tribe   elder.   of   course,   if   you   doubt   her   judgement...   ❞

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@sharpclaaw​​   continued   from   here.

❝   0ei'ho   ed   Sargasso,   kxaj   aj   nxoho   A   nuj   jku0adw   roveho   A   neidt   if   ed   Sauria.   A't   ro   xuff0   ke   jxen   0ei   uheidt   av   0ei't   cabo!   ❞

the   coyote   gestures   excitedly,   tail   wagging   behind   her   as   she   eagerly   awaits   her   answer.   true   that   it   was   strange   she   would   end   up   here,   but   since   she   was   here,   might   as   well   show   her   a   piece   of   her   world.

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BONK

a   sharp   yelp   escapes   her,   hands   reaching   up   to   grasp   her   head   as   she   winces   before   peeking   an   eye   open.   after   a   moment,   she   squeaks   out   a   reply   nervously.

❝   what   was   that   for   ---   what   did   I   do   wrong?   ❞

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The elderly SharpClaw shuffles into the tent at a slower speed. Behind her are two much more spry members of the tribe, who, while capable of walking at a more brisk pace, honor her age and status instead by taking patient, smaller steps and waiting for the elderly reptile to wander in at her own pace. "Clean self up, stupid girl. All covered with blood." She announces, shaky hand pointing towards both Coyote and her shared bathhouse.

she   hadn’t   but   a   moment   to   herself   amidst   the   chaos,   so   worn   and   ragged   from   wandering   and   worrying   that   when   she   was   finally   gifted   a   moment   of   silence   she   could   only   think   about   the   general.   concern   is   worn   upon   her   face,   lips   and   brows   know   her   fear   well   as   they   take   their   shape,   while   ear   presses   back   against   her   head.   it’s   only   with   the   entrance   of   the   small   group   of   Sharpclaw   that   she   she   draws   her   gaze   up   finally.   pulled   from   her   haze   only   to   be   instructed   to   bathe,   and   a   new   expression   forms   there   in   the   place   of   exhaustion   and   tension.  a   look   of   almost   hazy   confusion,   before   she   looks   downwards   to   behold   herself   as   she   sits   there.   shirt   and   pants   both   worn   from   her   wandering,   and   smeared   here   and   there   with   the   gore   of   the   general,   fur   speckled   with   dried   and   wet   crimson.   she   can   only   imagine   that   she   must   be   a   sight   to   behold,   the   haze   over   her   fails   to   withhold   her,   relinquishing   her   racing   mind   for   just   a   breath   of   a   moment,   just   enough   for   her   to   manage   a   response.

❝   right,   o--of   course.   sorry,   thank   you   Azeeza.   ❞

without   further   hesitation,   the   medic   drives   herself   to   her   feet   and   shuffles   towards   the   bathhouse   quietly.

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"Leave the pentagram. It makes people question things."

❝   yes   sir.   ❞      although   she   could   respect   the   entire   ‘ wildcard ’   agenda,   she   feared   getting   too   comfortable.   lest   she   has   a   repeat   of   the   incident   with   the   feline   at   the   bar   when   she   first   got   here.

❝   ...okie   dokie,   if   you   don’t   need   anything   else   I’ll   get   out   of   your   way.   ----   oh !   I   also   started   warming   up   the   little   electric   kettle   so   you   could   make   your   noodles.   I   hope   that’s   okay.   ❞

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AND I QUOTE!

* incorrect quotes generator.    /    accepting.

spending   slow   days   together   in   the   bar   was   quite   normal   for   the   group.   today   was   no   different,   maggie,   coyote   and   the   lord   himself   lounged   within   the   near   quiet   bar   before   their   fearless   leader   finally   spoke   up.   telltale   toothy   grin   curled   across   his   muzzle   he   prods      ❝   hey   uh...   whaddya   call   a   fish   with   no   eye?   ❞      luckily   for   her,   she’s   hear   this   one   before   and   remembers   the   response   Leon   had   given   to   it.   so,   in   customary   deadpan   fashion   for   the   reptile,   without   looking   up   she   responds.

❝   Myxine   Circifrons.   ❞

silence   falls   over   the   bar,   and   it   takes   all   of   her   self-control   not   to   look   up.

[coyoteeugly]

❝   Wh   --   What   if   it’s   some   bigger   --   stronger   --   evolved   Aparoid?   Or   --   Or   some   kind   of   chemical   weapon?   Do   you   think   that’s   possible?!   ❞

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@sharpclaaw​ continued from here.

❝   I   suppose   you   could   do   that,   yes   .   .   .   ❞

she   begins   with   a   nod,   taking   a   step   closer   --   cautious   in   her   movements   yet   ne’er   jittery   or   faltering.   a   continuous   flow,   shifting   weight   from   one   foot   to   the   other   as   she   slinks   closer.   a   look   in   her   eyes   speaks   to   what   little   empathy   there   was   in   the   tyrant   before   her,   seeking   it   out   cautiously   and   without   a   word.

❝   but   if   you   wanted   to,   you   wouldn’t   have   given   me   a   chance   to   speak.   ❞

completes   her   thought,   finally,   as   hand   rises   to   place   upon   his   chest   as   she   looks   him   over.   checking   for   wounds   even   now?   perhaps.   thought   perhaps   it   was   something   more,   something   different   she   was   searching   for.   hoping   to   catch   his   gaze   before   she   shifts   palm   up   his   neck   and   to   his   cheek,   doesn’t   force   him   to   look   her   way   but   hopes   he’ll   comply.

❝   I   meant   what   I   said,   I   missed   you.   ❞

the   way   her   features   tense   and   contorn   e’er   so   slightly   to   convey   the   level   she   felt   that   loss   of   his   presence   was   soon   to   go   as   quickly   as   it’d   come.   he   wasn’t   the   type   to   bear   any   softness,   nor   admit   what   he   was   feeling.

❝   are   you   alright?   ❞

[coyoteeugly]

❝   It’s   Sunday   I   can   finally   say   it   ...   If   you   wouldn’t   go   down   on   someone   you’re   a   coward.   ❞