[fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]Fang had been pawing through some old rooms in the castle, when he'd found a large cupboard. When he popped open the latch with one well-aimed nose swipe, he was flattened underneath an oncoming storm of stuffed animals. His screech of surprise was quite muffled, and he sure hoped that someone would find him, because he couldn't move under their weight.
Do you know the muffin man? [ open ]
- Fang.
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Nest. Nest. Nest. Must nest. Countingpaw wandered through the halls of the castle, peeking his head into every room and scoffing when it didn't have what he needed.. she needed. Finally, the Maester Steward found what he was looking for and quickly toddled over, admiring his find. A pile of fluffy stuffed animals. Lifting off the ground with a few powerful strokes of his wings, he settled atop the pile. Yes, a perfect place to nest.
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holo trotted in, curious to know what was going on. so there was countingpaw, on top of a pile of stuffed animals. oh, 'kay then. didn't most avians nest or something? perhaps that's what he was doing, but it was really strange for a bird to choose a nest on the ground.
instead of making a dry comment or a hasty remark, the she-wolf simply stood there confused. what a tasteless route to choose, honestly. -
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i got your runaway smile in my piggy bank, baby
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[justify]When one wanted to see Uta smile, this was the perfect time for it. He couldn't help it, seeing as Countingpaw was sitting on the top of a large pile of stuffed animals. It was the most interesting and funny scene he had come across since he had joined this group. "This is going to be stuck in my memory for the rest of my life." He remarked, trying to shift the smile back into his usual emotionless expression. It wasn't a scarring memory, no, it was just the opposite. There was no way he wanted to let go of this one.[/justify]
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gonna cash it right in for a new mercedes
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Fang felt a sudden pressure on top of all the stuffed animals and tried to wave his limbs around; it didn't do much good as he was so squashed. Eurgh, the air was getting thin down here. He barked wildly, but to the other Blackhearts it probably sounded like a faint woofing from somewhere else in the castle.
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[justify][font=verdana][size=10px]"Anyone hear that dog?" Balaur asked, proving Fang right when he wandered in. "Sounds like someone's going wild or some shit. Counting, y'comfortable up there?" Sure, stuffed animals were soft, but they were kinda irregular in shape.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]Fang couldn't really hear the people outside the Death Heap, but he thought he might of heard Balaur. Despite growing lightheadedness from the lack of oxygen, he barked louder and in a more panicked way; kicking wildly outwards, he managed to kick a stuffed elephant from the bottom of the pile and into the center of the room.
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[justify][font=verdana][size=10px]...where Balaur was standing. Finding himself suddenly assaulted by a stuffed elephant, the Lord Commander released a (fearsome) screech and scrambled backwards (to make room for a counter-attack). "COUNTING," he croaked once he had his nerves under control, "YOUR NEST IS FUCKING ALIVE." The barking was louder now, though. If he weren't so frazzled from being attacked by a plush animal, he'd probably have figured it out.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]Aha! Voices! This spurred a bit more activity within him. Fang barked even more ferociously and sent a stuffed goat at Balaur.
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[justify][font=verdana][size=10px]He managed to duck this one, moving towards the side of the room (which seemed to be...less bombarded by stuffed animals). "Shit, Count, you're sitting on someone!" he finally realized, moving forwards and trying to shift through the makeshift nest to find
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He hadn't had a chance to answer anyone as suddenly his nest started quivering and even started to explode. With a squawk, he slid down the pile, taking half of it with him and uncovering the hind quarters of the Ranger. After standing and staring at the rump, he went to nibble at it. "Fang? Is that you?" he asked, pulling a few more toys away, "What were you doing in my nest?"
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Countingpaw's beak dropped open, "Wh-what? No!" he squawked. He then looked to the destroyed pile and mulled it over a few moments. "Okay, maybe I did. But how was I supposed to know you were in there?"
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