by blackoutTaxonomist » Sun Apr 03, 2011 3:52 am
((I would give you cool names for a boy but then I would get really jealous of the coolness of the name and I would sulk about it *selfish* XD Also, thank you for trying to lengthen your posts. HollisterChic, I am sorry you are leaving.))
Davonte slowed his pace so that the others could catch up with him and nodded as Tara spoke. If she enjoyed traveling then she would love the life the rebels lead. They were always on the move, stopping where they pleased for the night and soaking in the countryside. Strange that they were rarely opposed by neighboring villages that were not at war for tromping upon their lands, but then again, the rebels were fierce. If most of the members were like Jax and Harlen, then Davonte wasn't really excited to meet the rest. "Tara, is that the bridge to the village ahead? We won't get into any trouble passing through, will we?" Perhaps Tara knew someone who worked the bridge and whom would let the Mettonka and Gyspr members of the group pass. They were not wont of doing that sort of thing, so he drew his hood around his face a little more to hide his tattoo.
((EDIT: Oh, Cricket, I wanted to tell you a story when I saw your post about the little fox not catching the bug. It's a bit lengthy but I figured you would appreciate it XD My friends found a lady bug outside, and it was laying on its back on the pavement. They figured it was dead, but it started to wiggle its legs. So one of the males in the group who has exceptionally large feet tried to turn it over with his toe. Eventually it flipped over, but it was very still. Once again, they decided it was dead, until it started to slowly walk away when they proceeded to poke it continuously. It started crawling out toward the parking lot, and they were saying their farewells to it and telling it to beware of traffic, when I pranced over to the group to see them staring at the ground. I stopped, and they all went 'phew' and continued staring at the ground. Then I wiggled sideways to be in the center of what they were looking at. They all started screaming and yelling at me. Apparently I stepped on and killed the lady bug. We named him Unlucky. The end.))
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Tells us of silence."
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