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Posted by Mirai d'Halifax + Tsukanoma on 2/8/2007, 4:20 pm, in reply to ".malheur." Mirai’s ears were the first to pick up the sounds of distant activity in the quiet area. He stopped mid-stride, forepaw half lifted into the air and lip curled warily. His ears were like miniature satellites, moving and quivering with the slightest of vibrations that shook the air around him and his sister. He was already tense because of Tsuka’s ailment, and to be suddenly sprung upon by an unknown individual was not high on the brute’s list of thrilling encounters. Tsuka, meanwhile, was not nearly so high-strung. She touched her brother’s neck briefly, seeking to relax his stoic posture. It took several moments after the slight contact before Mirai’s fur resettled into a more normalized pattern of appearance, though the coarse overcoat still stuck out at the occasional odd angle. Not that he cared of course. What was the importance of outward decency if one could not himself appreciate the effort? “I don’t like it, Tsukanoma,” the brute rumbled, setting himself down to rest. He felt the slight give of the dirt beside him and knew his sister had mimicked his action. He leaned over and braced his forehead against her shoulder affectionately, wishing, not for the first time that things had turned out differently, that he had been blighted with a lack of voice and sight. Mirai knew how to deal with his own short-comings by now, and had grown to be proud of his disability and the corresponding talents it unintentionally provided. But his sister, his lively, pragmatic, steadfast sister...she appeared as nothing but a shell of herself in the wake of her inexplicable loss. It was painful to bear witness, and he could only thank Moro in her infinite wisdom that he was not forced to look every day upon the forlorn features of his most beloved relation, knowing himself to be powerless. Mirai did not like the sense of helplessness that would inevitably accompany such an alternative. It was not too many moments later that Mirai detected the slight scent of fresh mud and sweet breath. Their company might yet be several meters off, but he could tell her position and her posture as readily as if he had sighted her right before himself. His hackles rose anew, teeth baring in silent, unsubtle warning. “Whoever you are, whether your intentions are ill or well, I demand you bring yourself before us,” he growled, standing up and moving himself protectively in front of his sister.
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Say it right, say it all,
You either got it, or you don't,
You either stand or you fall...
When it slips from your hand,
When there's no time for joking,
There's a hole in the plan.
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