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Flying
Oct 1, 2005 18:33:13 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 1, 2005 18:33:13 GMT -5
Fox was in the stables, looking at all the pets. Especially the two Griffins. Jill's and Josie's. Josie's was nicer, and had pink and green feathers, but not obnoxiously so. Jill's was darker, red and black. Fox looked at the two beautiful creatures, flexing her wings... which were surprisingly larger than there's and if not the same size. Fox did not need a pet that could fly seeing that she could fly herself, then the thought struck her. 'What if I was meant to be a pet?' she thought to herself, and mouthed it. The thought depressed her, and tears rolled down her face. Not caring if her dress that she always wore got dirty, she fell to her knees, hea head down, against the stall door and she was crying. Tough becaue of not being able to speak, she could not cry out loud, just silently... literally. The door to the stall opened, and she fell forewards, landing on her face. Looking up at the startled Griffin, her eyes widened as the Griffin reared back. Josie's Griffin landed on her front clawed feet, then reared up again. The only difference this time when she came down was that she accidently stomped on Fox's head, knocking her out instantly. Fox's head started bleeding from the talons, as she lay there, not moving.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 15:51:16 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 15:51:16 GMT -5
Rather large and clumbsy looking brown paws padded along the ground just outside the stable. A large brown snout poked around the door, sniffing the air just inside the stable. Slowly more of the creature came into view. A very very very large...dog? Wolf? Whatever it was was covered in burley brown fur, silvery blue eyes peeking in on the animals. It's nose twitched once again as it moved in further, abnormally pointed large ears straight up as it trotted over to the open stall. It could smell blood, and the smell made it curious. Very curious as to what it was coming from.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 15:55:18 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 15:55:18 GMT -5
Fox's bare feet stuck out of the stable as did most of her wings. The two Griffins made sounds like screeching hawks until they calmed down, but Josie's was still rustled by Fox in her pen.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 15:57:09 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 15:57:09 GMT -5
Sabre tilted his head as he saw Fox lying on the ground, and he slowly moved over to her, sniffing at her head and at hte blood.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 15:59:01 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 15:59:01 GMT -5
Sabre would have heard fox moan as her eyes opened slightly, but he didnt for there was no moan to hear. Fox blinked, and normally would have jumped up and run away at the site of Sabre on top of her, but couldn't move that much for the blow to the head still effected her.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:08:44 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 16:08:44 GMT -5
Sabre tilted his head, shifting back to his normal form. "Are you okay?"
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:20:01 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 16:20:01 GMT -5
Fox blinked slowly, breathing deeply. She didn't reply. She couldn't. Don't you just hate this? When you can't communicate with someone who can help?
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:22:37 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 16:22:37 GMT -5
Sabre leaned forward and sniffed her head again, looking at the bloody spot. Slowly he pushed himself off of her and onto his knees, trying to help her up.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:26:48 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 16:26:48 GMT -5
Fox let him help her, but she was so dizzy, her large wings kept making her fall baackwards. Fianlly annoyed, she made them disappear, but that only made her dizzier.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:28:54 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 16:28:54 GMT -5
Sabre helped her to her feet, holding her tightly. Or, as tightly as he could so she wouldn't fall back down.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:32:03 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 16:32:03 GMT -5
Fox leaned on him, loving his warmth. Her tail attempted a wag, but only the tip moved back and forth.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:35:33 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 16:35:33 GMT -5
As Fox leaned against him, Sabre nearly toppled over. "oops..." He muttered, as he caught his balance. "Okay...this isn't working..."
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:49:16 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 16:49:16 GMT -5
Fox closed her eyes, seeing that she might as well be blind as well as deaf.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:50:58 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 16:50:58 GMT -5
Sabre continued to struggle to get her outside the stable. "....This really isn;t working!! I'm not strong enough to carry you..."
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 16:56:33 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 16:56:33 GMT -5
Fox stood on her own, understanding what he said. She nodded.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 17:00:57 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 17:00:57 GMT -5
Sabre took a step away, holding up his hands as if ready to catch her if she fell. "You sure you'll be okay?"
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 18:14:59 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 18:14:59 GMT -5
Fox put a hand to her head, blinking slowly, then held up her hand to block the light from the sun. This movement caused her to stumble backwards, thrown off balance.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 18:20:38 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 18:20:38 GMT -5
Sabre caught, but he himself slipped and hit the ground with a thud.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 18:24:27 GMT -5
Post by Desdemona on Oct 29, 2005 18:24:27 GMT -5
Fox sighed, carefullly getting off him, then lying back down, on the ground. After a moment, she got up, thinking.
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Flying
Oct 29, 2005 18:30:08 GMT -5
Post by Kale on Oct 29, 2005 18:30:08 GMT -5
Sabre coughed, rubbing his face seeing as it had been the first thing to hit the ground. "Ow..."
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