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Post by Rahiel on Dec 3, 2009 11:32:08 GMT -5
Rahiel sighed pleasantly as she scented the warm air. This was her favorite time of year; when it was still just a little cold yet, when the Heus wouldn’t come this far north, not unless they had good reason to. She was safe, for a little longer.
Her mood had greatly improved in the past several days with Abaars here now. There was at least one other. There was no doubt about how much she enjoyed the elder’s company. She just wished she didn’t have to lose him so frequently to the outer lands, performing his job as Fleet. Hopefully others would show up soon and they all rotate. The Outlands, as far as she knew, were still empty. Same with River Wood. She had tried not think of the Heus, but she knew that their quiet Southern lands were surely keeping secrets from her high spot on the Mountain. Her intense gaze remained locked ahead of her, scents of blooming things catching her nose. The Mountain was green as melting snow created a new water source for all. Distantly she could hear the sound of a waterfall and a gurgling river.
She shifted her gaze into the Raven Wing direction, wondering what Ghrym was up too, hoping that he was okay and had survived Shadow’s bitterness. Perhaps he had found others. Perhaps he would come to visit her soon. She really would like to see him again.
With a soft whine, she sat, her crystal blue orbs catching the warming sunlight and glittering. Her thoughts were lost on so many things, it was impossible for her to know where to even begin.
“And so it begins . . .” she muttered to herself.
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Post by Abaars on Dec 13, 2009 13:31:13 GMT -5
Abaars took off to fly almost the instant he woke up and realized it was spring. His wings were stretched out as he made big circles and loops, looking around for anything. This was fun for him because this was the beginning of Burgeon. He also knew what Burgeon also meant: He had to do his job.
As he flew, he looked around for his alphess, Rahiel. She may have him check out a few things for him to do as a fleet. He flew back to the dens and found Rahiel quickly. Abaars landed next to her and carefully folded his wings.
"Well, that felt better to fly around. Nothing has been happening in the mountains as far as I saw," Abaars said, sitting and gazing at the lands far away. He wondered if the other wolves were doing very well, even the heus...
He glanced over at Rahiel and asked, "Do wish me to to scout or hunt, alphess?" He waited for her response...
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Post by Rahiel on Dec 16, 2009 12:32:34 GMT -5
Rahiel was tugged gently from her thoughts as Abaars landed next to her. She smiled brightly at him, her eyes dancing. Always so eager to keep moving, it seemed. That was fine. She was sure he could find plenty of things to do.
“The hunt has been good.” She said with a green, remember the stash of uneaten meat. With only two of them, one carcass could last them a while at least. “If you wish, you may scout, just don’t wander too far out of your way. There is something . . . exciting coming soon. I can smell it, sense it . . . Besides . . . It’s rather nice having a pack again. I don’t wish to reminded of that loneliness for long. But you scout the other lands if you wish to. Amber Moor has a pack again. I am not sure of River Wood and the Outland.”
She tried not to think of Blood Fang. She sat and then abruptly turned to Abaars before he could take off.
“Oh! And Abaars . . .” she trailed off for a second and then smiled. “If you see a scrawny, black, half-breed wandering around in Raven Wing, he’s a friend of mine. Tell him to come visit. His name is Grhym . . . spirits, I have seen him in ages . . .”
Her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes and smiled, letting the warm spring wind toss her fur.
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Post by Abaars on Dec 20, 2009 11:20:33 GMT -5
Abaars nodded and prepared to take off. He could explore the other lands, but he was curious on what Rahiel. Something exciting was coming? What did that mean? Were there other sasriels coming? Where were they if they were?
Abaars nearly jumped five feet when Rahiel stopped him and asked him to talk to half sasriel if he saw him and to ask him to journey here, to the mountain. Abaars didn't mind flying to Raven Wing. He'd do so, as well as scout around and see if anything was going on that was unneeded and/or on wanted...
"Yes, alphess. I will. I will be back shortly," Abaars said, taking off an instant later. He spread his wings and flew through the air...
((Meh...))
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Post by Chicken on Dec 22, 2009 12:23:37 GMT -5
Most of the journey to the mountain had been accompanied by Chics voice, spinning tales of his epic adventures, most of which included himself rescuing his brothers from 'damsel in distress' situations. His encounters included impressive dangers and great rewards. He rambled on, content to fill the silences. It was hard to take his seriously, his stories all rather fantastical.
But as Mercy and Chic approached the mountain he fell silent. A silly grin was splashed across his face, but his eyes were fixed determinedly to wards the old den site, further still up the mountain. They wove their way through the mountains natural paths. Chic inhaled deeply, his nose confirming what he had assumed earlier.
There were Sasriels here.
Chic paused, leaning into the mountain wind, eyes closed, content. Opening he looked to wards Mercy, grinning as only he could. "I'm home." With that he tilted his head back and announced their arrival with a clear voice. "We're home," his song said. We're coming." With that he started foreword again, moving with new energy and excitement. It had been so long since he had seen his beloved homeland. The mountains seemed different to Chic somehow... Changed. Empty perhaps. But then maybe it was not the mountains who had changed...
"The mountains never change... "
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Post by Mercy on Dec 23, 2009 14:18:18 GMT -5
Mercy had blocked out Chicken’s seemingly endless chatter by about the time they reached River Wood land. Walking through her old packland had been an almost haunting experience for her. She saw ghosts of members long dead, could almost smell her father’s presence walking close to her. She hadn’t said much of anything the entire journey, bright eyes intensely watching for any life in those woods. But nothing seemed to live there anymore. So the hybrid followed her full blooded cousin, limping believably well – mostly because it really did hurt. She soon found that in her haste she had bitten down just a bit too hard and had injured herself but that was no matter; at least it was a real wound. It would make this journey all the more believable. She’d even thought up her speech, should there be an alpha waiting for them. It would thrill her to no extent however, if there wasn’t, leaving the Mountain unprotected and weak.
Akki would love that.
She sighed, looking dismal and sad. She hoped to come off as traumatized, and enlightened as she stepped once more into the land of her birth. She was ready to spill out her puppy hood stories here and take them all on a walk through memory lane with her. Yet as she neared the Mountain, she could feel it watching her, seeing right through her. It felt as though it knew she had turned on her own kind and she sighed.
Pull yourself together, Merc,
And then there was that ever so familiar scent. Inwardly she cringed; on the outside she forced a thin smile, allowing it to reach her eyes. She looked over at Chic as he spoke about coming home and pressed her slim body against his, rubbing her head into his thick neck. She laid her ears back, gazing at him innocently, holding her injured paw up. With a soft whimper, she licked at the bite marks, two distinct ones that looked as though they could have been delivered by the saber like fangs of the Heus. She licked with a pouted lip and then sat, resting against him, appearing weak and tired.
“Thank you . . . for saving me.” She muttered. “I never want to go that horrible place again . . .”
She made her voice crack slightly and then silenced as he announced his presence.
Great.
She listened to the mellifluous sound of his voice, echoing over the Sun Crest territory, announcing that he’d come home. If there was one thing that still weakened her, it was the sound of a smooth Sasriel song. It pulled at her heart and blood. She could help but throw back her head and sing with him, the song coming naturally to her, smooth, yet still not as defined as his was. She stopped before him, ending her quiet notes slowly, drawing them out. Uncertainty filled them, as though she shouldn’t be here. They kicked her out before, as soon as she was mature. They made her leave a place she had wanted so badly to stay in and love. She hated them for that.
She would always hate them for disowning her.
When Chic was done, she stood again, arching her neck gracefully. She flashed a light smile at him, trying her best to appear as happy as she didn’t feel. It was odd, but she was a good actress.
But only spirits knew just how badly she wanted to be back in Blood Fang. At least there, she didn’t have to hide.
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Post by Rahiel on Dec 29, 2009 18:23:02 GMT -5
Rahiel smiled light at Abaars before he left, alone again. She sighed a little sadly as she saw his graceful form disappear in the distance, her heart aching. She longed for the pack to grow again, to strengthen. She wanted to send out others, knowing that there would be someone else here with her. Each time Abaars left, an irrational fear rose in her mind that he wasn’t coming back. She shook her head though, her eyes a calm blue as she overlooked the greening land. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
We’re home . . . We’re coming
Her eyes snapped open.
That was a Sasriel’s song . . . she’d know it anywhere! Another similar voice joined it, uncertain though it was. Her heart was in her throat for a moment until her grin broadened and she threw back her head and responded.
"Join me!" was the urgent message. "You are welcome here!"
A soft wind blew a new scent up towards her and her bright eyes intently tried to see through the light fog of the mountain. She danced anxiously and leapt off the cliff she had been looking down from. Her lanky form slipped down the rocks and over the rough mountain soil with sure footed ease of any Sasriel. She came onto another outlook, out of the cloud bank, head held high, looking for the sight of fellows that she might soon call pack mates. Would they come on the wing or by foot? Were they veterans of the war? Or had they been too young to even recall much of what life was like in Sun Crest before the war? Would they come on good terms?
Her mouth felt dry as she looked around her, whimpering, waiting, anxious. She composed herself, standing proud, her wings folded against her back.
She searched ahead of her, waiting.
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Post by Abaars on Jan 5, 2010 23:34:39 GMT -5
Abaars heard the newcomers' calls, both sasriel and half sasriel, and then the Rahiel's. He listened locating the newcomers before letting out his ancient sasriel voice. Welcome! We are here! Join us! He flew quickly, even for his old age, towards the area where the newcomers' voices had come from.
It didn't take him but a minute to find the two newcomers. From the smell, one was a male and the other was female. Their voices, as he had just heard, were of sasriel descendant. As he flew into the area, Abaars gazed downward and saw two wolves. One defiantly was a sasriel by his white fur and wings. The other was a Ebony fae and he presumed was the half sasriel. He circled above them once before landing in front of the two newcomers.
Welcome. The alphess and I greet you. I am Abaars, fleet of the Sun Crest," he said, his voice kind and gentle.
Abaars glanced over the two newcomers. The male sasriel looked alright, but the half sasriel fae was a different story. It appeared that she had been hurt in a fight. Her muzzle was scratch, her paw, though healing now, looked as if it had been bleeding, and seemed weak. Abaars gazed at her with much concern, though he knew she'd be alright. He gazed kindly into her blue eyes, questioning her quietly on what had happened.
He glanced between the two newcomers, knowing full well that they could be accepted into the Sun Crest. Rahiel would probably want to know where they were. Taking in a deep breath, he howled loudly. They are here, alphess!
He gazed back at the newcomers and smiled. "She will find us soon. Come. Let head for the caves. Mayhaps we will meet her along the way."
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Post by Chicken on Jan 8, 2010 23:18:52 GMT -5
Chic's song died out slowly, reverberating off the mountain. He held his eyes closed for a moment, cherishing the lingering moments of the song. There was something about the mountains that made them feel so... right. This was where he belonged, trapped in the cycles of the mountain, defending its beauty. Memories danced amid the boulders and on the top of the slowly disappearing snow. Hard taught lessons charged through Chickens brain and familiar smells caressed his nose.
Home.
This was home.
Chic turned to Mercy, standing close to him. Her beautiful body was battered from the treatment of the bloody Heus. He gently put a wing around her shoulder, pulling her close to his giant frame. "Thats alright there Mercy. We'll take good care of you here. Say," he smiled, his naturally charming features glowing with his excitement. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have an absolutely gorgeous voice? Best I've heard since... A long time! Does a long time count as a time? Hm... Well, any way your voice is a welcome relief to my tone deaf brothers... Heaven help me (and you) when they start to singing... Not even the rocks can handle their screeching! But you, you've got a natural talent! You should sing more Mercy, I would love to hear you!" Chic gently squeezed Mercy with his wing, her body warm against his side.
The wound on Mercy's nose appeared to be no more than a scratch, but was still dirty from the fight. With an ungraceful tenderness of a warrior gone healer Chic gently licked the wound. The dirt and grime cleaned from the scratch Chic grinned sheepishly, removing his wing and taking a step foreword.
A familiar voice echoed from the den site, a little ways further up the mountain. Chic tilted his head, eyes intent. Whose was that voice? It was familiar... One of the old pack females. So the mountain hadn't been left alone! The Heus hadn't won their bloody war, one Sasriel had held the mountain! Pride welled in Chickens heart, exploding from his body with an answering song that held no meaning except joy.
His song was cut short as a male Sasriel landed gracefully in front of the pair and introduced himself. "Abaars? Crazy Abaa- I mean... Abaars the traveler? You are fleet?" Chic was in a slight daze, unsure of how to take in the situation... Abaars was the crazy Sasriel who had left the mountain. Chickens various pack mothers had used to threaten him with warnings that if he strayed too far he would become as crazy as Old Abaars.. By the stars Abaars had been Old even then!
Recovering his composer Chicken bowed his head deeply to the elder. "Well Fleet Abaars, I am Chicken, Oldest of Equis's gentlemen! I am escorting the beautiful Mercy to be healed by the Alphess of Sun Crest! I've come home! And by all means, lets head up this lovely mountain!"
Glancing down at Mercy with a grin of encouragement Chic began up the last stretch home.
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Post by Mercy on Jan 9, 2010 12:40:27 GMT -5
Mercy kept herself still at the feel of his on her shoulder, her eyes watching him interestedly. The corner of her slender maw twitched into a smile as he mentioned her singing. In her old life, this would have flattered her, but now it only cause her a feeling of great success. Her grin spread wider and she gave her best nervous laugh.
Got you right where I want you . . . Sucker.
“I’m glad you think so,” she said gently, closing her eyes as he licked the grime from the cut on her nose. She winced slightly before opening her eyes again. “I’d love to sing for you again, Chic. I suppose your brothers are coming soon then? I’d love to meet them.”
She smiled warmly at him, her voice calm and alluring. She was loving this, finally getting to perform and do her job. She didn’t know what she’d find here, how much information she’d gather, but everything could be valuable in the future, especially the difference between pack numbers. Her pack was small now, with only two other Heus but the Heus were hardy and had fangs that could pierce bone. She’d seen it happen; almost experienced herself.
Her head snapped up as an answering call echoed, female in tone, urging them to join her. Hm, so there was one last wolf left . . . She stepped back, unprepared when an older male landed in front of them, introducing himself as Abaars. She grinned; oddly enough she’d heard of him too. Following Chicken’s lead, she bowed her head to the elder, trying to remember as much as she could from her puppy hood about the way things worked here. She gave a half glance to Chic when he mentioned her, putting beautiful in front of her name . . . Inside, she smirked. She had him by the horns. Flicking her ears back in modesty, she looked up to Abaars.
“Chic here really is too kind.” She gave him a light nudge. “I’m surely not the only half-breed fae, surely?”
She rose up lightly, limping slightly as she followed the two males up the Mountain.
Into the heart of the storm . . .
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Post by Rahiel on Jan 9, 2010 19:23:15 GMT -5
Rahiel heard the curt reply and couldn’t stand it much longer; she would greet them halfway. She spread her wings and winced; they had been overworked during the winter and had taken enough of a beating. No matter; the rocks were slick but not as hazardous as they had been with the snow and ice; she would make her way down. She leapt over the rocks and sped down lightly, hardly stumbling, eyes bright in the sunlight. She panted happily, excited for more members. Things were constantly looking hopeful.
She spied Abaars before the others and slowed, nodding to him and nipping his muzzle in recognition and affection.
“Well done, Elder.”
Anxiously, she turned to face the two before her; a silver backed male, proud and strong. Beside him stood a tall, slender half-breed; though she was strikingly beautiful, she seemed injured and that was when she caught the scent of Blood Fang, however light, clinging to their fur. She raised her head, walking towards them with elegant dignity of her predecessors. She gave a gentle smile, calm and welcoming as she regarded them both. Then her eyes fell on the male, who was no doubt a pure-blood.
“Welcome home.” She said quietly. She stepped back to take them both in. “I am the Alphess, Rahiel, daughter of Naliel. And you . . .you are injured . . .” she sighed, spying what she assumed were bite marks on the black fae’s paw. “The work of a Heus I presume?”
She motioned her head towards the caves. “Come, it isn’t far. There you can rest and we will talk.” She smiled to the Sasriel. He looked familiar, but to place his name was one thing. “You must tell me what know of Blood Fang.”
She picked an easy trail that black fae would be able to follow and gracefully climbed the embankment until they came upon the cliff ledge, she stood back and allowed them to enter, watching the black fae carefully, not wanting her to fall. She looked like she’d been through a lot and she wondered what her story was. Well, she was soon to find out . . .
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Post by Crispin on Jan 18, 2010 15:43:03 GMT -5
Crispin tried to keep his mind on what lay ahead; the joy of returning home, what it would be like to finally reach his destination. He prayed that Chic had already made it there and had not waited back to look for them . . . if they were going to look for each other, they might never find the other . . . well at least he had one brother. Sadly, it was the one he wanted to kill on a frequent basis. He couldn’t help but chuckle though and looked over at Soliel, propelling himself forward. He squinted as the cool spring wind whipped at his face and he angled his wings so he was on a straight course forward.
“Sorry about the oncoming news about Vithali, Soliel.” He called out. “I wanted to tell you myself but . . . well . . . things didn’t quite work out that way, did they?”
He hoped his brother wouldn’t be to sore at him. After all, they were lucky they’d even found each other. As the mountains came into view, he smiled and flew forward at a quicker pace. Home, home home! So close . . . they were so close now. He said nothing else the rest of the way, the Mountain coming closer as they broke through the clouds. Out of pure joy, he called out as he flew, howling with his raspy voice, the wind playing with the white feathers on his wings. And when the scent of others caught his nose, his heart sped up with joy.
But it was nothing compared to the excitement he felt catching Chicken’s scent for the first time in days.
“He’s here!” he called out to Soliel, though he was sure that his younger brother would hardly need the message.
He tucked his wings in, laughing with delight as his brother, the halfbreed, and two other Sasriels came into view.
Finally he was home!
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Post by Soliel on Jan 19, 2010 12:32:29 GMT -5
Soliel looped through the air, zipping around Crispin with a new found energy. He shrugged at his brother when he apologized. What did it matter? All that he knew was that he was SO telling Chic first! When the mountains came into view and Crispin’s voice, though rough, carried on the wind, Soliel joined him, the cool wind rushing into his face. The scent of the mountain reached him finally and his heart began to rush with excitement. Home . . . so close! He called out again, the scent of others reaching him soon. He didn’t need to be told when Chic’s scent found his nose.
He folded his wings in and dived down, pushing himself past Crispin laughing hysterically as he aimed himself towards his brother’s back before pouncing off to the side, landing hard on his paws, his face all smiles.
“Guess what!” he exclaimed with a yip, his tail wagging excitedly. “Chic! Guess! Guess! Oh never mind . . . Crispy’s almost here. . . We’re gonna be UNCLES! How weird is that?!”
He then took notice of those around him and smiled at the black half breed that was huddled close to Chic. In front of them stood two other Sasriels; a young fae and an elder that Soliel was certain he knew . . . He tried his best to gain composure, looking at them, wondering which one was the Alpha. He bowed his head to each, practically dancing on his paws in excitement. When were the pups due, he wondered? He’d have to run that by Crispin . . . His dancing gray eyes landed on the black female than and he swallowed tightly. He wasn’t really good with females, he said stupid things that usually got him hurt. The only females he really got along with were the ones that were more warrior than . . . well female . . . And this one looked pretty delicate. He smiled at her nervously, her startling blue eyes standing out in her black fur. His heart skipped a beat and he forced himself to look up at his brother and leaned forward to whisper.
“Looks like I’m the only bachelor now, huh?” He chuckled and leaned back . . . thumping onto his rump when his paws slipped on the wet grass.
Still grinning, he focused his eyes ahead, clearing his throat.
"Did that on purpose . . ."
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Post by Abaars on Jan 19, 2010 23:39:16 GMT -5
Abaars held back a chuckle as Chicken introduced himself and Mercy, the black fae. He had heard something of Equis's gentlemen when he returned from his disappearance of eight long years. He smiled happily, though still wondering what had happened to the black fae.
Mercy spoke, “Chic here really is too kind. I’m surely not the only half-breed fae, surely?”
"You will be the first in some time, Mercy," Abaars responded. He turned and began to take them to the mountain
It only seemed to be a minute of leading the newcomers up the mountain before he was face to face with Rahiel. She nipped him on the muzzle in recognition and affection, and he bowed his head in recognition and respect. Abaars stepped aside so Rahiel could speak with the newcomers. The alphess introduced herself: “I am the Alphess, Rahiel, daughter of Naliel. And you . . .you are injured . . .” Abaars' eyes gazed upon the black fae again as Rahiel spoke. “The work of a Heus I presume?”
What Abaars felt he kept on the inside. On the outside, it was a small frown, but on the inside, he was grieved deeply. Could the Heus not be reasoned with? Could they not for once not hurt others? He already knew the answer. No. This seemed to be the only answer. The answer that everyone knew and Abaars wished wasn't true.
Abaars suddenly realized he was going to be left behind if he didn't keep up. He hurried to join Rahiel, Mercy, and Chicken, trying to push his neutral thoughts aside. There was no sure thing as peace between the Sasriel and the Heus. There was no peace between the Heus and the other wolves, either. Abaars could not, somehow, accept those facts and knew why.
He jumped an inch of the ground when another Sasriel landed next to Chicken. Abaars and he was sure the others figured out quite quickly discovered that this new Sasriel was Chicken's brother, for he announced that another Sasriel named Crispy -Abaars was sure it was a nickname- and that Chicken and he were going to be uncles. Abaars chuckled at this newcomer, for he was energtic and a chatterbox.
Abaars then gazed up to the sky and caught sight of another Sasriel. He was filled with joy. So many had come home and were definately here to stay. He was glad that so many had come...
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Post by Chicken on Jan 20, 2010 23:16:55 GMT -5
Chicken grinned down at Mercy, proud of his rescued lady. She was a right damsel in distress, and he had done his gentlemanly duty an escorted her to freedom! Chicken swelled with pride as he looked down at his all too modest companion, grinning his cocky grin. Chic was an expert at giving ladies compliments... Or at least he thought so. And here was a nice lady to practice on! And one worthy of his praise. Mercy was truly beautiful, with an interesting personality to match... Though there was something in her manner that just did not seem to fit.
It was almost as if she were putting on a show. Playing up to Chic's weaknesses, responding to his emotions and attitudes. How she leaned into him when she was tired... And her eyes. Even when she had winced they had seemed distant, calculating. Like she was playing a game....
This could all also be placed under symptoms and side effects Chickens manly charm too though. His allure was something many ladies found themselves succumbing to... And as quickly as that the thought left Chickens mind and he began a gleeful trot up the Mountain.
Part way up, they were met by a female, the Alphess. Chic's dashing grin had yet to leave his handsome maw and grew dramatically at her words. "Rahi! How can you be so formal? Surely you remember me?! I'm Chicken! The eldest of Equis's gentlemen! And this lovely lady here is Mercy! We saved her from a couple of angry Heus bastards, along with another female. I guess that means my fool brothers haven't made it back yet... Well speak of the devil himself!" Chic turned his face skyward, watching his brothers make their entrances. He bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting anxiously for them to land, spinning in a few tight circles and sticking his rump in the air in anticipation.
As the brothers landed Chicken made a running leap for Crispin, landing next to him and nearly tackling the poor fellow in his excitement. Playfully batting a paw at who ever was in range Chic ignored most of what Soliel said until the word, '"Uncle..." Freezing mid swipe Chic turned his head slowly to his littlest brother. He made a rather comical figure, mouth hanging slightly agape and eyes rather dull.
It took Chic a moment to recover his wits enough to speak,"Uncle... You mean some fool femme was actually stupid enough to choose you? Was she blind by chance? Or deaf... Maybe both? I would have thought she would have had enough sense to choose Crispy..." He cast a curious glance at Crispin, wondering where that name had come from and if in the end he really wanted to know... "He's twice as good looking as you! And thats not saying much Baby brother!"
Uncle. Wow.
Uncle Chicken...
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