I DON'T WANT TO MISS (p) A SINGLE THING

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    Whitepaw had been studying a bit, actually. She had gather from context clues that 'da' meant 'yes.' She had started to study a little Russian. But man, what a horrifyingly tough language to learn. There she was, strutting along happily, humming a small goofy tune she heard the other day;" I told the witch doctor, I was in love with you~ dow dow dow~ I told the witch doctor you didn't love me nice~" She hummed. The she-cat paused in her stroll to notice somebody hiding in the shadows. She recognized the pair of lavender orbs immediately. The smell of vodka and sunflowers wafted into her nose." Hi Ivan. Why are you out so early in the morning?" She asked the large tiger, gazing at him with her sea green and blue orbs.
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    Ah, strolling along the territory was something he very much enjoyed doing. Long walks often had interactions, events and many others of the like in store, and the peacefulness was something that he was thankful for. Vladimir, therefore, had been walking along when he spotted the duo in the distance. Blinking, he made out the small form of Whitepaw, and her larger tiger boyfriend. He wasn't very find of Ivan, truth be told. It wasn't out of jealously, his disliking, but rather the creepy vibes he got from the Russian; it was always like he was deviously planning something, in the dark pits of of mind, and it slightly unnerved the Romanian. Due to such feelings, he nearly strolled off in a differing direction to allow the couple their time alone. Their conversation did seek to just be starting, although, which had compelled him to be polite and drift casually over to converse along side them. It was something else, too, that had lead him to amble over, halting beside Whitepaw as he glanced between the duo; a certain sense of dread fell upon him, an urgency to approach, and it rung through his mind and brought him over.


    "Hello, lovebirds." hummed Vlad in greeting, a small smile tugging at his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. The dreaded feeling of warning and anticipation prickled his pelt, festering deep within his chest and bones. He hoped that his feeling was false, that his theories weren't actually correct. Perhaps they could all just have a pleasant conversation together. He had a feeling, a feeling that itched and ate at him from the moment he had approached, that such an event wouldn't take place at all.
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    Whitepaw tilted her head at the Russian's statement. What did he mean? Maybe he just wanted to take a stroll through the forest with her, or something. She opened her maw to reply to Ivan's words, and ask him why he wanted her alone, when she heard Vlad walk onto the scene. The she-cat's face erupted into a shade of bright red at the vampire's words. She looked at Vlad, and attempted to shove him playfully." S-shut up, bat-boy!" She stuttered, using the nickname she had recently given him. Then she was pulled into a warm hug by her teddy-bear-like boyfriend. The apprentice's face grew to an even darker shade of crimson. Noticing the tense aura, her face paled slightly, before returning to it's normal color. She hoped and prayed that Ivan didn't know that Vlad had bitten her on accident. She decided to attempt to make it a little less tense of an aura." Nice weather we're having today."
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    Early? The comment was subtly laced with sarcasm and resentment, but Vladimir had resisted the urge to narrow his eyes in inquiry. Instead, a huffed out a laugh, his shoulders lifting and dropping in the manner of a shrug after he spoke. "I suppose I am, Rusia, considering my sleeping hour preferences." his red gaze swirled with inner thoughts. He did, however, lighten up slightly when Whitepaw nudged him. "Ah, nu neagă adevărul, dacă nu o minciună. I only speak honesty in jeers." he merrily grinned toward her, his gaze directing itself toward Ivan slowly. "Have anything interesting to speak of, Rusia? For the sake of conversation and all."
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    Whitepaw blinked, and sweatdropped. Well, it was worth a try. She smiled back at Vlad, seriously wanting to know what he's saying. She had a feeling the language was Romanian, but it didn't make her any less curious. Her smile fell when Ivan squeezed her a little hard before letting her go. She let out a small squeak of pain, and moved away from him a bit away from them, and sat down. Ivan probably didn't know that it hurt her a little. He was pretty strong, even for a tiger, and probably didn't mean to.
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    The situation was tense, uncomfortable; the air around them was thick and threatening from awkwardness, and often was caught in his throat. At Ivan's counter his expression remained the same - his grin was bright and his eyes slight narrowed. "Just that you look absolutely stunning today." the Romanian had replied coolly, his red eyes locked on the Russian's violet ones. At his own words, his smile faltered a bit, though he quickly regained his merry composure and chortled, his eyes closing as he waved a paw to signify his joke. "Yeah?"
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    The words almost didn't make it out. It was hard not to chuckle, or rather full blown laugh. The Russian remained silent however, gaze veering over to his Sunflower before travelling back. The vampire was dangerous, per say, but not especially to her. He'd spoke his bit and waited for a response. Maybe it would work, maybe he could finally be alone with his Sunflower. Then again, he still had a long list. It was a shame she was so likeable.[/fancypost]

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    Whitepaw was shocked at Ivan's words. She knew Vlad and Ivan didn't get along, but this is taking it a tad bit too far. Her face was that of shock, and she turned to look at her boyfriend." Ivan? What are you talking about?! Vlad wouldn't hurt me on purpose. He saved my life, and he's one of my best friends." She argued, having to tilt her head back a bit to look Ivan in the eyes with her cyan ones.
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    And there it was. He knew, he could feel, that something like that would happen, and then it did. With a glare Ivan had demanded him to do something that he most certainly would not, and the vampire scoffed loudly. Had he known about the incident? He doubted it. "Oh, really? And I should do so just because you say, Rusia? Because you... own her?" Vladimir countered, a small, grimace-like grin on his face, eyes narrowed. "It sounds like she doesn't agree with you. So, tell me, why should I?"
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    "I own her as much as you do. The only difference is she is my sunflower. Not yours Romania." he paused before looking to White. "I-i don't want you to get hurt by him. He's shady, and on top of that a vampire. He's dangerous." he was resorting to childish blunt statements now, or rather, having to resort to such statements. Turning his head almost painfully slow towards the vampire, he couldn't stop a snarl from dominating his cheerful expression. "I didn't ask for opinions either. I didn't ask for agreeing. I told you to stay away from her." the Russian stated in an icy tone. Stepping up from his sitting position, he added angrily, "As far as I know, he could've hurt you already. He probably already bit you. But he would never hurt you on purpose would he? It was probably an accident, which would make it fine! Of course, I wouldn't know."
    Perhaps he was just being a drama queen. With a sigh he sat back down. "Maybe that's why you should agree. Because I know you have hurt her." he stated, cheerful smile rising up like a rainbow after a rain storm. A small rainstorm, granted, but still partially a little tantrum. [/fancypost]
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    Whitepaw scowled." Ivan! You don't own me. Nobody does. Romania won't hurt me, and he never has. Don't make statements about things you don't know about. Besides, I'm not a porcelain doll that's just supposed to be looked at. I'm an animal, just like you. If anything, you should know I'm not helpless. Romania didn't hurt me, ever. Everybody in this clan is dangerous. But they choose not to be around their clanmates." She hissed, and turned around, her back facing her boyfriend. Her hackles were raised, and you could tell, she wasn't happy. Truth be told, she lied. Romania bit her once, but he didn't mean to. She just didn't want her friend to get hurt.
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    Romania glowered toward the Russian in front of him, a bitter smile still screwed on his face. The worst part about the argument at hand wasn't the fact that Ivan was someone he already loathed, it was that he was entirely right. He was shady, he was dangerous, he was some blood-sucking, witchcraft-using monster usually depicted in fables and fairytales. Whitepaw seemed to he dishonest over the matter, however, for he had hurt her and there was no guarantee that it might not happen again. He was unstable, and Ivan knew it. "I'm just about as dangerous as you are, Rusia. If you are not one to fear, than neither am I. How could I possibly harm her any more than you could?" he spoke.


    "While you did not ask for agreement, and instead demanded of me bluntly, I shall give you something else. Denial. I won't listen to you. I will listen to Whitepaw, for she has her own opinions, no? I won't willingly stay away from her if she does not want it. In such a case, it appears your intentions have resulted in futile actions."
    //rushed! + sorry for lateness
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