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[Voice Post]

The forest is alive. Freedom is literally at my paws as I race through the forest, searching for prey.

Come out, come out wherever you are, you scrumptious things...I won't bite, I promise...

((ooc; Remus is fitting the usual stereotype of a fairy tale wolf: clever, enticing, and searching for things to eat.))


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Mar. 25th, 2007 06:13 am (UTC)
Greetings fellow forest type creature. I'm really fuckin hungry too. Some lady invited me to her place for dinner but didn't give me any directions.
Mar. 25th, 2007 06:23 am (UTC)
*snorts in contempt*

I wouldn't expect any less from a bear....

There's a stream down that way a bit. Go catch yourself a fish or something....leave hunting to the real hunters.

((ooc; XDDD Fairy tale wolves are egotistical. >_>;;;; ))
Mar. 25th, 2007 06:28 am (UTC)
I was gonna invite you along to dinner or share whatever I got in any snatched pic-nik baskets, but if you wanna do it alone then sheesh whatthe fuckever.
Mar. 25th, 2007 06:41 am (UTC)
Picnic baskets? I'll pass, thank you very much. I have a flock of deer to hunt down, if you don't mind.
Mar. 25th, 2007 06:19 am (UTC)
. . . . .

Note to self : Avoid woods tomorrow when you are stuck as a swan
Mar. 25th, 2007 06:24 am (UTC)

....You seem like you could be a decent meal....
Mar. 25th, 2007 06:40 am (UTC)
Oh dear...
Mar. 25th, 2007 06:42 am (UTC)
*sniffs the air*


Finally....some fresh meat.
Mar. 25th, 2007 07:05 am (UTC)
Mar. 26th, 2007 04:55 am (UTC)
Come closer, dear...I only wish to guide and protect you through this dangerous woods...
Mar. 25th, 2007 12:43 pm (UTC)
Late, late, late, late—oh dear, the tea party, we haven't even the tablecloths properly set, and her Majesty will—er? Ah. Oh.

. . . prey?
Mar. 26th, 2007 04:56 am (UTC)
Late for a party, my little rabbit?

I would have no problem escorting you to said gathering....

You can trust me.

((ooc; Yeah right. XDDDD ))
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