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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 3:19 pm
That he could do. Hell, it's what he did every single day. Whether it was meerkats, rabbits, prairie dogs or other kits. Didn't make a difference. Only it was in the rain. Mmh. His biggest problem wasn't the impairing of his 'sight'. It was foggy, yet sharp enough for him to avoid obstacles, hell, with enough trainning it might even, one day, not make a difference. What would forever bother him, though, was the supression of his own voice. That silence, making him prisoner of himself. "I don't like the rain. It mutes me."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 3:33 pm
"Andras, that's what makes it fun. Forget your sight, forget sound. Run free and be one with the world around you."
Devin got up from where she was sitting and began to run about in the rain, laughter leaving her maw. Her pelt now drenched and open wounds becoming flooded.
"Break out of that prison and just run free!"
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:08 pm
And so she disappeared from his sight, only the laughter saying she was still there, though not for long if she kept running as much. If he had a mouth, it'd twisted in a deep frown. Rain. Damn thing. And the laughter kept fading, fading, fading... Fine. One paw out. COLD!! Coldcoldcold!!!
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A few shivers later, and Andras was scampering through the rain, quickly completely drenched from tip to toe. It actually wasn't as bad as he'd thought, being all wet like that. He had company, after all. Just couldn't talk to her. But at least she wouldn't ignore him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:19 pm
"Boo!"
She had run up on him and pat him on the rear with her paw initiating a game of blind tag. Then she ran again laughing. She probably startled him but hey, there was a little bit o fun in getting scared wasn't there. She thought so.
"Your it!"
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