Est-ce que tu m'aimes?
It wasn’t rare for Théa’s curiosity to get her in some difficult situations, but she’d really done it this time. Initially, when she’d ventured into the briar, she had thought that it wouldn’t be as bad. With her small form it wasn’t hard for her to slip beneath the thorny vines and make her way in deeper and deeper, but, eventually, to her dismay, she looked around herself and realized that she was encompassed by them. They pulled at her soft fur, tugging it out in tufts, and as she struggled to get out she felt one dig into her armpit, the warm wetness of blood flowing down the green gradient of her leg and splashing on the gambit floor. The woman groaned, Bijou chittering anxiously as his tiny body, safe from the majority of the briars, tried to see if she could gnaw through the vines. “Oh, merde,” she sighed. How was she going to get herself out of this one?
Italics means she's speaking French
Sparrow made her way carefully over to the thick vines that encompassed the woman and tilted her head, "Now how'd'ya manage to get yourself in that kind of tangle?"
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Sparrow has a female Harlequin Macaw named Pongolo and a male Capuchin monkey named Friar, and a hairless mushroom tuxedo cat named Beef Sandwich. She also has cat claws... and some weird leg spike things.
Théa’s ears flickered backward as she heard the briars shifting and the thud of heavy pawsteps. She tried to turn her head to see who was approaching, but the thorns tugged at the soft and sensitive fur along her face making her wince. A feminine voice spoke, her accent interesting and different from what she was used to and the woman wished even more that she could turn to see her. A wry smile lifted the corner of her lips and she stood still, ”I zink it ez a special skill I ‘ave. Ze briars are not as fun as zey seemed to be,” she replied. “Are you here to save me, mon chevalier? She really hoped she was, she didn’t quite feel like being stuck there for the rest of her life.
Italics means she's speaking in French
The woman spoke strangely and it took Sparrows ears a moment to really adjust and understand what she was saying. She said the briars weren’t as fun as they looked. Sparrow tilted her head, "Yeah? They looked fun to you?" She said, wry smile rising on her face. "Sounds like my kind of gal." The woman then asked Sparrow if she was there to save her. Sparrow hummed as she gently picked and stepped through the tangled masses of briars and vines, coming closer and closer to the woman ahead. "Would I, the nefarious and infamous pirate king save this, the damsel in distress?" Sparrow came face to face with the woman now, her eyes roaming over how exactly she had been trapped. "Does the damsel have a name?" Sparrow asked while she mentally untangled the vines as a trial run in her head. |
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Sparrow has a female Harlequin Macaw named Pongolo and a male Capuchin monkey named Friar, and a hairless mushroom tuxedo cat named Beef Sandwich. She also has cat claws... and some weird leg spike things.
The woman who’d become her savior had a flirtatious tint to her voice that made Thea’s tail swish in pleasant anticipation. She loved those who were as quick witted and flirtatious as she was, it made interactions so much more entertaining and she felt she always got to know the other wolf better. Whether it was because they were also open to a quick bed or not most of the time didn’t need to be looked into too closely.
The woman addressed herself as a pirate king and this had the palm tree dashed lady’s brows rising. A pirate king, huh? How exciting! She’d never come across a pirate before, but there was certainly a first time for everything. Maybe she’d get to walk her plank, or take part in a plunder or whatever it was that pirates did. Then, said pirate rounded to face her head on and her jaw opened ever so slightly in amazement. Wow, she was beautiful. She looked like sweet cinnamon sprinkled with fine powdered sugar and all at once Thea wanted to stick her tongue out and lick her up. Her savior was much larger than her, which wasn’t a hard feat in and of itself. The Dubois woman had always been quite small in stature, though the rounded figure of her hips and plump stomach kept her from being described as ‘petite’. As such, the slight portly figure of the woman bothered her not one bit.
”She does,” she replied, practically purring. “My name eez Thea Dubois and I’m most pleased to be saved by such a magnifique King.”