Pox Rotten Antelope

*Rhythm* · 11-03-2014, 11:52 PM

Dark features would rise quickly from equally dark paws as the disgruntled sounds of her sister would wake her from a short nap. Her furry ears would swivel in the direction from whence the profanities originated and a sigh would flow from her dainty lips. Motif was having another rough day. Rhythm never ever wanted to reproduce. Especially after helping her sister through this pregnancy, she would swear off children for the rest of her life. Rhythm would push the rest of her body from the earth, her form slipping easily up the hill to the place where Motif found herself a drink.
She knew that her litter mate had to be cursing the father of her children, the helpful being that had created this new life with her sister. Did he realize what he?d done? That his temptation had led to the misery of her sibling? She couldn?t imagine he could know. She hadn?t been in heat, so there was really no reason to suspect. Still, he?d be getting a rude awakening with the change of the seasons.
Her graceful walk would bring her silvery marked form beside her sister, tail wagging slightly behind her as she nudged the hindquarters of her similarly sized sister. She?d try to smile and be a comfort to her sibling but she knew her antics did not always work so well. "Hey, Mo.." She?d utter calmly as she drew more near the other dark girl. "How are you and the parasites today?" She?d ask with a bit of light humor in her voice.

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