MOVE ASIDE! | open, captured exile

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    Ok. Now, it was starting to look like the femme was being ganged up on. Niva backed off, forcing the twitching of her tail to still and attempting to manage her temper; at least it was crying now not screaming. The dragon did stay close by however, now truly curious and slightly worried to what memories could have the apprentice so shaken.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: #00BFFF; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]jay winchester[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]YOU CAN SEE WHAT YOU STARTED AND YOU STILL WANT MORE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Jay, too, was drawn over by the countless screams and cries of protest. His eyes grew wide as he examined what was happening, but remained silent. As he watched harmless attacks on the Exiler to shut her up and Whitepaw, of course, fighting back, he was tempted to pull his machete from the side of his satchel. But the small canine just shook his head instead. He was a natural pacifist, and he rarely drew the weapon. It was mostly just there for defense and comfort. [b]"We should give her some space."     The trainee suggested. He figured that if everyone was all over her, then she would try twice as hard to attack them.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine nodded to Jay's suggestion, agreeing. "Guys, give her some space," the belgian malinois barked. "She'll just panic more if you move to attack her. Let her calm down some, she'll be easier to deal with."


    At Whitepaw's frenzied screams, Val pinned her ears back a moment, startled by the pitch and volume of the smaller animal's voice. So loud! But Valentine was ever the easygoing one, and she was always willing to go the extra mile to make her own life easier, or those of her clanmates', especially if it meant there would be less of a struggle for Whitepaw in the end. And in this case, going the extra mile meant negotiating with the distressed cat.


    "Hey, hey. Shhhh, shhhhh. It's alright, it's fine," Valentine tried to soothe her again. "I'll talk to Jag about it, ok? I'll tell him not to look through your memories anymore, if you'll calm down and behave reasonably. It's ok, it'll be ok."


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]Snarling, she took a step back as she was kicked in the chest. A snarl still escaped her as she eyed the kit. Damn it, how dare her agents stop her from beating up an enemy?! It was like keeping Odd Todd in a cage and then letting him go for no reason.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine looked at Ms. O calmly. "Let her settle down before we take her to the jail, ok? The more placid and compliant she is in going, the less struggle we have to get her there and less Darkclanners have to be treated by medics," the belgian malinois explained. "It's much easier this way."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]She gave a huff. "Fine. But I'll be watching. Very. Intently." A scowl formed on her face now as she watched.
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    Whitepaw ?!
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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8][color=black] Whitepaw knew it wouldn't be ok. As long as she was here, she wouldn't be. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be with Rick again. She didn't want to be here, and they expected her to stay at her own will. These animals were idiots. They treated her like she was lower than dirt, and expected her to love them? They were so stupid. She growled at Valentine. She internally began to panic at the mention of a jail. She had horrible memories of such. She had been thrown in a dungeon to rot as a kitten." I just want to go home. Is that too much to ask? You think i'll be going to a dungeon to rot, willingly?"
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    Niva sighed, her demenour changing. "Really, have you seen Jaggedinfluence do anything but try and be kind and patient with you? If this was the Exiles or Bloodclan or whatever, you'd already be ripped to pieces and tortured, but at least here you have someone who wants to treat you decently. All you're doing right now is aggravating us. Do you really think that you'll be able to get away?" She attempted words again since at least there were no more raised voices... for now.