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Post by Sirinity Godspeed on Jan 17, 2010 1:21:39 GMT -5
Sirintiy could tell he was thinking about something. What, she had no idea at the moment. She wanted to know though. But being in his lion form and here ridding was not a good mix at all. It made the girl tense a bit more. She tried to forget about the ground. "Its not their, its not their..." she kept wispering to herself. She wouldn't let her fear over power her. It was something she was good at. Fighting. doing whatever she could to overcome things that would usually be immposible for her. She took a deep breath before she untensed. She held on lightly barely putting any pressure on his sides. But she did hang on with her hands.
It made things seem a little better actually. It was kind of even fun to be ridding a lion. Even if the lion just so happened to really be a human. A human that was a Sea hound, which also so happened to be the guy she had fallen for. She smirked silently to herself. What a mess she had gotten herself into yet again. But Sirinity was always in some kind of mess. She couldn't help it apperently. She smirked as she felt the almost shrug the lion did. She had almost completely forgot that he seemed to be thinking of something too.
Sirinity noticed his jesture immediately. She shut the window lightly. She didn't want anyone to hear it. Especially lottie. She knew she woudl be having some kind of "chat" with her later. Sirinity sighed at the thought put shoved it out of her mind. She wouldn't let it bother her. Especially if she was with Ceasar. This was supposed to be fun. And by golly it was going to be. She couldn't help but chuckle softly. Sometimes she scared herself.
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Post by Caesar Lions on Jan 17, 2010 1:36:32 GMT -5
Caesar walked sure-footed along the ledge, taking a great leap up to the rooftop. It was a bit of a maze, finding his way out, but he picked up his scent eventually and followed his trail to the drawbridge. It was there on the roof that he transformed. He couldn't climb down with her on his back. Looping an arm around her waste, he grabbed the chain of the rope of the bridge and slid down as if it were rigging. Handy, for a pirate, no? And then he was back on his paws, carrying her again, bounding out across the lawn. Had they been seen? He didn't know. He didn't really care. If they had, it didn't matter now. They were free.
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