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Post by Kith on Aug 13, 2004 2:19:35 GMT -5
After visiting with Mischa and Bassarov I go to my own room at the rebel base.
I spend some time thiinking.
I am a coward, betraying Celeste and Caelin. But, I am a mess right now and can not be the person they need me to be.
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I don't want them near me since I am ashamed of myself.
I am a misfit and a failure.
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So there I sit, alone, with books and memories of my troubled past.
I pull a book off the shelf to ease my mind.
It is a biography of Lady Violet
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How did I get here?
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Post by Jon Talbain on Aug 13, 2004 2:22:01 GMT -5
Jon leans his head up, pressing his lips to Asher's, kissing her open mouthed but keeping his hands on her hips. His tail slithers higher up Asher's leg, the bushy fur of his tail catching a little on the material of her dress.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 13, 2004 2:22:05 GMT -5
"Um...sure...that sounds fine. I am not much of an ice cream sort og person, but why not. Let's take Mischa as well."
Bassarov calls for Mischa and then puts on his black suit jacket.
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Post by Laduke on Aug 13, 2004 2:25:30 GMT -5
"Everyone likes ice cream, what are you?!!" I jump around the room and bounce off the coffee table.
"By the way Bassarov, where is that Toivo Koivisto guy?I haven't seen him around!"
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Post by Ashen on Aug 13, 2004 2:26:08 GMT -5
"Okay! We have a plan! Fei and Mishca can catch up to us, I'll leave a note! But let's go, hurry! We need to get there as soon as possible!"
He gets behind Bassarov and starts knuging him toward the door.
"Come, we must hurry! The fun awaits!"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 13, 2004 2:30:39 GMT -5
"Sure, sounds like a plan." Bassarov heads out the door and walks a few blocks to the ice cream shop.
He goes to the counter and orders rocky road on a waffle cone, then takes a seat to enjoy his icecream.
"Every day is something new." Bassarov says quietly as he eats the ice cream. He worries about Lysander who has not yet returned.
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Post by Asher on Aug 13, 2004 2:32:38 GMT -5
She closes her eyes and deepens the kiss. She meets his tongue with her own. She revels in the taste of him. Her hand goes down and lifts the material of her dress up as she begins to stroke his tail again. She lifts her leg higher on him so that it is around his hips.
She moves a bit wishing and hoping for Jon to touch her. She had wanted him so badly. She figured she would always yearn for his touch. She had fallen in love with him it seems. But this was all so new.
As the one hand touches his wolf's tail her fingers brush against his bare stomach. She is reminded that he is naked and she herself blushes deep but keep on touching his flesh and fur rhytmically.
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Post by Laduke on Aug 13, 2004 2:34:19 GMT -5
I sit down and order a scoop of mint chocolate chip.
"Well Mr. Bassarov, tell me where Toivo is and about the Green Party."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 13, 2004 2:38:59 GMT -5
"Hmm...well Makwa, Toivo is fighting Louhi or Lotus right now. So that is why he is not around. As for the Green Party, they do have their own HQ, but they have united with us for a short while. They are the smallest of the political opposition groups."
Bassarov takes another lick from his cone, but is plagued by the idea that he may have yet anotehr child.
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Post by Laduke on Aug 13, 2004 2:41:50 GMT -5
"Thanks!"
I guess that answers that question. now what, hmm.
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Post by Lady Violet on Aug 13, 2004 2:45:32 GMT -5
Work is so tiring, that I accidentally fall asleep at my desk.
In my sleep I am haunted by what Kolov said and plans. I dislike that man greatly. I try very hard to keep the interests of the people in mind with everything I do.
I think of Lin-Sat. Where has he been lately? Has he even been working? He is indeed so reclusive at times.
I rest, but my mind does not. It is a flood of worry, even in sleep.
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Post by Jon Talbain on Aug 13, 2004 2:47:05 GMT -5
((Sorry, but I need to go to bed now.))
Jon's tail continues to work it's way farther up Asher's leg, slowly passing her hip, and brushing inwards. The tip of his tail brushes against her panties, soft silky fur brushing along cottom material.
Jon breaks their kiss, keeping his eyes closed, moving his mouth just far enough back to speak, "Asher... are you still in heat?" A fresh blush spreads along his face.
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Post by Ashen on Aug 13, 2004 2:47:42 GMT -5
Ashen had since drunk four beers. He looks at Bassarov.
(Jack Sparrow accent)"Hmm... y'know, Bassarov, you make a very attractive woman. If I wasn't completly drunk right now, I'd never say that. In fact, if I weren't drunk, it wouldn't be true."
He finshes the current one and move on to the sixth.
"And Makwa... You look absolutly stunning in red, if I do say so myself. Hmmm.... y'know, I've oft wondered where the guy who runs this place gets this stuff... Don;t you want one Bassy ma'boy?"
He starts dancing the bottle near Bassarov's face.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 13, 2004 2:50:25 GMT -5
"This is an ice cream shop. Alcohol is notsold here. Are you drunk from the ice cream?" Bassarov asks Ashen in a scolding voice.
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Post by Asher on Aug 13, 2004 2:51:01 GMT -5
(goodnight...i will be off too)
She looks down.
"Yes it is the last day i believe. Then it is just little old me you will smell. I wonder if i will be so inviting then."
She bites her lower lip again as she blushes three shades of red. She moves up to her straps of her sundress and begins to slowly untie them. All the while shivering as she feels the fur brush her.
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