07-23-2018, 02:35 AM
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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Once that was all taken care of, Mojave made a note to check in on Miss Alison, make sure her daughter kept her word; then he gave his surroundings another take, knowing she'd been heading somewhere around here to lay low. In fact, he'd reckon that he was already in the territory. He smelled the border, but had gotten preoccupied with the logistics of burying a cactus to think about who had the run of this place. He'd probably find out soon. People liked to keep an eye on what they considered theirs, after all.
Until then, the coydog set about digging up his cactus, positioning the lower half of his duster around as a buffer between his paws and the needles. It wouldn't have mattered if he dug it up bare, though, seeing as he'd pretty much been born with cactus needles in his hide. Painful as they could be, he felt a bit guilty for burying this one out here, in an environment completely alien to it. He'd kept it in its pot, but who knew if it would survive for very long.
Dragging the potted cactus up, he lowered it down and then sat next to it, lean body wracked with shivers. [color=#5b1410]"Kinda hoped the rest of the world would be a li'l warmer."
"You can't be serious."
[color=#5b1410]"Now, I can be serious. I'm just waitin' on you to quit this song and dance." Mojave gave the snow yet another critical glance, stirring some of it with a paw, and wishing he'd worn a less holey duster. All this white fluff was bizarre, and the texture unlike the sand he spent his life kicking around in, but he took this job to see more of the world, so he couldn't complain. [color=#5b1410]"I'm gonna ask you -polite like- to return the family heirlooms you stole, and you're gonna answer -just as polite like- that you'll give Miss Alison her jewels back." He paused to let that sink in. [color=#5b1410]"How 'bout it?"
"Kiss my ass, errand boy." Errand boy. Not the first time he'd heard that one, but at least she tried, and the coydog watched as his bounty whirled in the opposite direction, taking off for the trees. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi-
She yelped and fell over into the snow, right where he'd planned her to. He took his sweet time ambling over, and when he did arrive, he stared down at the shepherd as she hastily plucked the needles out of her paw pads, spitting them out in the snow. "Is that- did you bury a cactus?"
[color=#5b1410]"Yep. I like to bring a bit of the desert with me. You missed a coupla prickles there." She glared at him, and he stared back, unblinking, until she gave a groan, head landing in the snow with a thump.
"Crazy bastard. Fine, I'll do it, before I wake up buried in sand somewhere."
[color=#5b1410]"That's the spirit."
[color=#5b1410]"Now, I can be serious. I'm just waitin' on you to quit this song and dance." Mojave gave the snow yet another critical glance, stirring some of it with a paw, and wishing he'd worn a less holey duster. All this white fluff was bizarre, and the texture unlike the sand he spent his life kicking around in, but he took this job to see more of the world, so he couldn't complain. [color=#5b1410]"I'm gonna ask you -polite like- to return the family heirlooms you stole, and you're gonna answer -just as polite like- that you'll give Miss Alison her jewels back." He paused to let that sink in. [color=#5b1410]"How 'bout it?"
"Kiss my ass, errand boy." Errand boy. Not the first time he'd heard that one, but at least she tried, and the coydog watched as his bounty whirled in the opposite direction, taking off for the trees. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi-
She yelped and fell over into the snow, right where he'd planned her to. He took his sweet time ambling over, and when he did arrive, he stared down at the shepherd as she hastily plucked the needles out of her paw pads, spitting them out in the snow. "Is that- did you bury a cactus?"
[color=#5b1410]"Yep. I like to bring a bit of the desert with me. You missed a coupla prickles there." She glared at him, and he stared back, unblinking, until she gave a groan, head landing in the snow with a thump.
"Crazy bastard. Fine, I'll do it, before I wake up buried in sand somewhere."
[color=#5b1410]"That's the spirit."
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Once that was all taken care of, Mojave made a note to check in on Miss Alison, make sure her daughter kept her word; then he gave his surroundings another take, knowing she'd been heading somewhere around here to lay low. In fact, he'd reckon that he was already in the territory. He smelled the border, but had gotten preoccupied with the logistics of burying a cactus to think about who had the run of this place. He'd probably find out soon. People liked to keep an eye on what they considered theirs, after all.
Until then, the coydog set about digging up his cactus, positioning the lower half of his duster around as a buffer between his paws and the needles. It wouldn't have mattered if he dug it up bare, though, seeing as he'd pretty much been born with cactus needles in his hide. Painful as they could be, he felt a bit guilty for burying this one out here, in an environment completely alien to it. He'd kept it in its pot, but who knew if it would survive for very long.
Dragging the potted cactus up, he lowered it down and then sat next to it, lean body wracked with shivers. [color=#5b1410]"Kinda hoped the rest of the world would be a li'l warmer."
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I AM FLESH AND I AM BONE
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