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    [justify][[Huehue, sorry I got lazy and have almost no muse at the moment thanks to tumblr. >.<]]


    She couldn't stay in one place she was so excited! Her fiancé promised to take her to the beach, to take her to play in the snow, and take her to the forest. The desert was loosing her interest and so this was a rather big deal for the seemingly adorable femme.


    So, in her excitement, Jacky Faber decided to be productive and patrol alone like always.[/justify]

    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]ooc: oh god, i'll join you in that club >w>


    ic: Productive was Sawtrap's every intent as well in patrolling alone, though his reasons were far less joy-induced. It had been quite a while since he had checked up on BloodClan - a regrettable lapse into his new home - and the tom wished now to remedy his dearth of knowledge. However, cresting a dune, his thinly spread web of telepathy twinged. Someone was out - someone alone and unguarded. Almost grinning, the albino began to move confidently for the signal, wondering if they would run sooner or later. In the end, they always ran.

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    Being one of the slower members of the clan, it would take awhile for the petite Bengal to actually notice someone was intruding on her homeland. "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout," she giggled, trailing from her task of patrolling and instead beginning to hop through the sand. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out!"



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    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]"Then the spider fucking drowned," Sawtrap interrupted, trotting towards the bengal with a harsh glint in his eyes, "because he was stupid as shit and didn't know how to swim." Lifting an eyebrow, the albino paused before Jacky, feeling nothing but confident. "Do you always act like this, or are you just high as fuck?"

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    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]He blinked slowly, recognizing her obvious obliviousness. "Are you deaf?" the albino asked, almost delighted. "That gives me quite the idea for a game, if you'd like to play!" Oh, this could be very fun.

    [justify]A game? She loved games!


    Disregarding the question and the fact that he was intruding on the territory, the Bengal would rise to full height and begin bouncing on her paws. "I wanna play! What game?"


    [school >:I][/justify]

    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]ooc: i'll join the club there :T


    ic: Sensing her excitement, he allowed a thin smile to cross his snout before speaking. "The game's a fun one. I'm going to sing a song, and if you don't match the pitch, then I rip off a limb. Capice?" Sawtrap readied both his muscles and his telepathy, prepared to freeze her in place by whichever means was necessary. Brilliant, he did so love to play around.

    [justify]"That doesn't seem like a very good game. . ." Jacky would frown, beginning to re-think. Perhaps she should just leave, or attack, or do something besides play this game. But then again, she didn't want to chicken out! "Okay."[/justify]

    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]Interesting. He had expected to have to subdue her somehow. Honestly, he assumed it would be impossible for a deaf cat to match pitch - how would she know what to sing, or even what they sounded like? Still, he was willing to wait until he was chewing through muscle and tendon (perhaps her left foreleg; it seemed as good a place as any to start) before fighting it out. Choosing a note, Sawtrap began to hum a smooth middle C. Something basic to start off with.

    [justify]Err. . . stupid deafness. She didn't know that he had hummed at all, but due to the silence she had assumed he hummed. Damn it. Clenching her teeth in thought, Jacky would begin to knead the sand in worry. She didn't want to play this game anymore now - what if she just kept failing and ended up dead? But that wouldn't happen because Cataclysm said he would protect her! Parting her jaws, Jacky would hum some random note because Lock was rushed and asdghjk.[/justify]

    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]Whatever it was, it was probably wicked flat because morphy's muse had curled into a ball and died. "Not quite," Sawtrap noted amiably, fixing his red gaze upon the chosen limb (which did turn out to be the left foreleg). Without further ado, the tom flung himself forwards, aiming to sink his fangs into the offending appendage.