Post by Silverfang on Aug 1, 2013 14:44:39 GMT -5
Continuation of a roleplay between Whitesnow and I over Skype.
[7/16/2013 6:06:23 PM | Edited 7/17/2013 9:45:20 AM] ::.::.Caylis::.::.: Rose chuckled. "I am fine.. however I'm troubled that I don't think that.. anyone trusts me to be honest. Since my mother Asesino, doesn't seem to want me or my siblings. But I don't care what anyone thinks, I will serve this pride with my life for I am a Donovan and proud." she said, dipping her head to her lord and cousin in respect. "I feel for you, heh. Troubling indeed but you're very lucky, you have Commander Cocaine and Captain Circa at your side and all of us at your side as loyal Meurtrieans." she nodded and continued. "You are a brilliant leader indeed, you are strong, mighty and downright loyal to your pride. The correct leader that Meurtrier needs." she praised him as she looked towards the horizon. She wondered if Blitzkrieg were still Meurtrier's allies.. hm.. so much has happened lately. "I am pleased we have never lost one battle. I praise Meurtrier because of that." she said with a grin of pride.
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Funeral's ear simply flicked as she explained what troubled her, and then began to praise him. His fur gently lifted from his shoulders but were quickly lowered, calming himself. Praise did not win him over for whatever reason; and he did not need to be reminded of the job he was doing. He'd prefer if he hadn't. But the praise made him uncomfortable if not on edge. He avoided the subject of his duty to his pride and spoke rather stiffly.
"I'm sure Meurtrier in a whole trusts you. Your mother is but one being; she has no say in the path you chose." He paused for a moment. "I agree. We could do without loss. Of battle and of kin."
[7/16/2013 6:06:23 PM | Edited 7/17/2013 9:45:20 AM] ::.::.Caylis::.::.: Rose chuckled. "I am fine.. however I'm troubled that I don't think that.. anyone trusts me to be honest. Since my mother Asesino, doesn't seem to want me or my siblings. But I don't care what anyone thinks, I will serve this pride with my life for I am a Donovan and proud." she said, dipping her head to her lord and cousin in respect. "I feel for you, heh. Troubling indeed but you're very lucky, you have Commander Cocaine and Captain Circa at your side and all of us at your side as loyal Meurtrieans." she nodded and continued. "You are a brilliant leader indeed, you are strong, mighty and downright loyal to your pride. The correct leader that Meurtrier needs." she praised him as she looked towards the horizon. She wondered if Blitzkrieg were still Meurtrier's allies.. hm.. so much has happened lately. "I am pleased we have never lost one battle. I praise Meurtrier because of that." she said with a grin of pride.
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Funeral's ear simply flicked as she explained what troubled her, and then began to praise him. His fur gently lifted from his shoulders but were quickly lowered, calming himself. Praise did not win him over for whatever reason; and he did not need to be reminded of the job he was doing. He'd prefer if he hadn't. But the praise made him uncomfortable if not on edge. He avoided the subject of his duty to his pride and spoke rather stiffly.
"I'm sure Meurtrier in a whole trusts you. Your mother is but one being; she has no say in the path you chose." He paused for a moment. "I agree. We could do without loss. Of battle and of kin."