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RE: if history is dead and gone - Sophrosnia - Apr 03, 2024
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SO YOU WANT TO START A WAR WITH A LOADED GUN?
[/dohtml]She watched the woman with an interest and curiosity, wondering what she was doing as her muzzle dipped into the water before she saw the bubbles and droplets spraying about, a silent chuckle releasing like a breath from her maw as she looked at her, an intensity in her eyes that had not been there before, almost matching the playful energy she’d had with Vili as she caved to her inner sense of youthfulness.
She’d swipe her tail quickly but lightly against the water, daring to spray a few droplets towards the woman, pulling back with a slightly lowered stance so her rump moved upwards, though not enough that she’d force her own head under the water, wondering if the woman would respond to such an assault against her fur as to get it wet when she was already in the water or if she’d let the transaction go.
Sophrosnia found that she enjoyed mischief quite a bit, and so she hoped that the former was the answer. She’d hope to see just how playful the woman was willing to get, or to gauge how quick her temper might be… and all without having to utter a single word. How perfect!
RE: if history is dead and gone - Isla - Apr 15, 2024
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A tail had sent water her direction. She hardly felt the droplets but she knew they were there. Especially the ones that landed upon her face.
She had not angered from the action, but her teeth snapped around the water. In it she sputtered up the waves and filled her mouth with water too. That she promptly exhaled out in a messy, undirected spray. She'd be surprised if any of it actually made it onto her target but the fact of the matter was that she showed her intentions.
Playful was a rare nature of the Valle's. It would be good for her to indulge it while it lasted.
RE: if history is dead and gone - Sophrosnia - Apr 15, 2024
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[/dohtml]Soph let out a faint noise in the form of a soft snort, a whistle from her nose more than anything as the woman sputtered water, causing amusement to flicker hungrily in her eyes. She shook her head, feeling it quite messily on her face which just caused her tail to skate against the water, unintentional this time in it’s movement.
She looked towards the other woman, playful in nature as she crept forward, using her snout to temporarily penetrate the water, spending more droplets flaring up. She found herself quite content with how things unfolded in front of her, and found she enjoyed the woman’s company though she was not sure what the other woman hoped to get out of her.
RE: if history is dead and gone - Isla - Apr 15, 2024
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She dared to submerge herself now. Crouched beneath the surface in a near crocodilian manner, her nose just above the surface to split through the water and allow her air. Only she had set her course towards the other woman. A 'mock attack' in its nature.
Isla doubted that they would ever see one another again. She doubted even more that they would have another moment like this again. Perhaps that was how she could act so carefree! No one would hold her to this mood again, no one would hold it over her head when she returned back to her moodier self.
Strangers seemed better company for plenty of reasons lately.
RE: if history is dead and gone - Sophrosnia - Apr 16, 2024
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[/dohtml]The woman was such a mystery… a puzzle in her own right and yet Soph would simply attempt to figure it out herself… figure out the woman herself. She enjoyed the game, drawing conclusions based on what was said or not said, how quick they were to anger, or how they reacted to her mischief. It told her more than any conversation ever could and only reinforced her lack of willingness to speak.
She chuffed lightly as the woman lingered just above the surface. It was only then that she would settle, residing next to her, mimicking her action as her nose lingered just above the surface, her eyes casting a sideways gaze.