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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 7:48 am
 'Chirp' 'Chirpchirp'
Lying lazily on a tree branch a femme stared up blankly at the open pace in the canopy over head; the mid-day sun's rays pouring down into that small patch of earth beneath it, and the tokoro aswell. Sunning her fur had become a habit for her when customers weren’t in view. This trader had come to the tribe in hopes of bartering some strings of beads or shiny objects to the more easily sold children. However she was having no luck in capturing the attention to the little twerps…erm, children.
Pushing herself up, she held her arms behind her back to help keep herself propped up. “This tribe is practically dead. Where are the natives? I want a salllle…” Groaning in a childish manner like a cub who wasn’t having her way, the femme hit a fist against the branch in her small tantrum. And with the small jolt her strike made to the tree, the branch woddled, and her bag of goods slide off the side, careening down towards the forest floor. “Noooo~!” The woman cried, holding out an outstretched paw at the objects falling away. It wasn’t the first occasion her childish antics bite her on the butt. Waiting until she heard the soft thuds of the cheerios hitting the ground Zamiya rose to her feet before jumping off the side of the branch, to go retrieve the mess.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:31 am
 It was a very quiet day, with only the sounds of birds and insects filling the air. Caius couldn't be happier with the silent and calm atmosphere. He wasn't exactly the type or Tokoro that enjoyed the company of others. If he ever was with anyone, it usually wasn't a very pleasant conversation and he flat out refused to speak to most females.
He was flying though the air, with a small hint of a smile on his face, right when he heard someone yelling. Ti make matters worse, it was most definitely a female voice he had heard, and she was very close by , by the volume of the noise. He stopped abruptly and landed on a tree branch harshly. He bent down low to spy on the female, having the advantage of being higher up then her.
Maybe, if he just ignored her, she'd gather up the things she'd drop and just go away. She really didn't look like anyone that belonged around here anyway!
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-L e o The Magic L i o n-
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:35 pm
As the Tokoro neared the ground she pumped her wings wildly so she could land delicately instead of her normal ungraceful entrances, she was known for. Making quick work of her wares, she scooped up charms, beads and shiny rocks, shoving them into a woven fabric that she tied to the end of a stick to carry her over her shoulder. It wasn’t so glamorous, but it got the job done. Taking care to count each object as she placing it in the sack, the femme’s ear flickered at the distant sound of a rather clumsy landing. Looking up, her slivery eyes scanned the surrounding area. It wouldn’t be the first time the woman was attacked by natives for some freebies. However the only form the came into view was of a rather plain looking male.
An instant burst of energy engulfed her as she sent to work collecting the rest of her possessions. Then stopping momentarily, she looked up at the stranger, rising at paw to signify ‘wait a moment’. “Hello~! Give me a moment I’ll be right with you sir!” Scrambling to pick up the remaining scattered loose ends Zamiya decided to leave them there to pick up later. There was a customer now! She couldn’t very well keep him waiting! “Sir such a lovely afternoon it’s shaping out to be, hmm?” She called out loud enough for him to hear, knotting the fabric around the crude stick she heaved it over her shoulder as she began to flap her wings making her way towards the other. “Where are my manners? Hello….I am Zamiya. And you areeee?”
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 4:01 pm
Caius leaned back on his branch, as far from the female as possible. He really couldn't stand women. Not that he really enjoyed the company of anyone, it's just women were always the worse. They talked too much and all they really cared about was looking 'good'. Well, he really didn't like any of them. "My name is Caius, and I'd prefer if you didn't bother me. Women are trouble, and I'd rather not deal with trouble at the moment. It's really too much of a hassle." He said, rolling her dark eyes. He took on all fours and prepared to hop to another branch.
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-L e o The Magic L i o n-
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