Tenth Nail

[suitcaseofnails]

[ voice on ]

You know, I so would like to know why they keep on repeating some curses. It's ever so annoying.

Ah, but how annoying is the little birds outside and you sitting there moping?

Oh, you. I really am not listening to that commentary. You're nothing more than a rather loud illusion.

And you're skirting around the truth. You've lost it, Crimson Nail. Look at you. Some great hunter you are now.

No one likes a sassy cat. So. Quiet or it's a bath for you.

Bitch

Fur-ball.

[ laughter ] Naturally.

Oh I SO give up.

That you have. Completely.

[ voice off ]


[ooc; As before, a Highland Wildcat but this time it is not very happy with her]

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voice;

[suitcaseofnails]

Yes, she is very stifled.

I am not! Don't be lying to the priest!

[laughter] Am I?

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

I'm going shooting this evening with Lady.

You're welcome to come.

[suitcaseofnails]

Shooting?

A game of tag might be better.

Oh hush, Morgan. I like shooting.

It's better when there's live prey.

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

There's no reason both can't be arranged.

But if your friend thinks it's going to win...

[suitcaseofnails]

I sir? [purrs] I am a cat. I always do what I meant to do.

Are you tempting me, darling?

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

Am I, Elendira? You had better be careful about temptors.

voice;

[suitcaseofnails]

Oh I think that you can be trusted with my virtue, Abel.

Virtue? Am I the only one that finds this laughable, yes?

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

Then am I the one who should start running, Elendira?

voice;

[suitcaseofnails]

I don't think so, although I may put my hair in a bun if I was you.

Can I play with the priest's hair? Can I? I am cute!

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

CLAWS OFF!

[suitcaseofnails]

But I am nice and don't need to use my claws, yes. I am a harmless little cat.

Who weighs close to sixty pounds and is a good sized beast.

I? Lies, Elendira. So much of them.

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

I don't want my head batted off, you know.

Nor do I want to wear my hair like some dowdy librarian.

[suitcaseofnails]

Give her the ribbon then. It should keep her busy.

Ribbon? Ribboon?

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

But.

It's my ribbon!

[suitcaseofnails]

I have plenty at the store you can take, Abel.

I don't need no stinking ribbon.

...Did my cat just say a bad pun?

I say nothing, yes. Your ears are lying.

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

Black ones?

And that mangy thing can be quiet and stay away from my hair.

voice;

[suitcaseofnails]

But of course, darling.

I? Am not mangy. I am a fierce and beauty terrible, yes. Hear me roar! [a loud growl]

That is so not a roar~

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

I could do better.

[suitcaseofnails]

Come here, priest and I shall sharpen my claws on your hair, yes.

Silly thing. I am so carrying you in a case.

The humanity! The horror! The end of it all!

Oh shush, cat.