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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]By the time he'd reached the border to the Knights of Eden's territory, Neue was out of breath; panting around the handle of the basket he was barely able to carry. Planting his tired ass by the border, he couldn't help but to nearly collapse onto his stomach as he waited for someone to show up and take the basket off if his hands. He still had another one to deliver, and oh boy, was he regretting not using that form to do this.


    The basket contained the standard gifts, of course: food, herbs and other medical supplies that he'd been able to take from Mary's supply. The food had been mostly caught on his way here, in unclaimed territory close to the border: some rabbits, mice, shrews, a couple of fat birds, etc. He'd even taken a few pawfuls of berries from Blueberry's garden ... without asking, but he'd apologize later. Maybe pick some on his way back from the Skulls?


    The basket also contained other non-provisons: some kids books for the youngins, some joke books, books on the sciences.. hell, he'd even managed to find a mostly full pack of cigarettes (which he promptly rigged to explode harmlessly when lit). It was a pretty respectable basket, he thought; but no respectable basket was complete without gags.


    And boy, had he spared no expense on those.


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    Raph had caught scent of someone or other, at the border. It was not a scent familiar to him; it smelt of mountain air. The kind that is so chillingly cold that it sticks to your trachea and steals the moisture from your throat. Had it not been for the strange scent, mingling with a bundle of food odours, Raph would have walked on by since duty was not something he was familiar with. Responsibility? Fuck that shit; it had always just been him.


    Treading avidly through the forest, cautious not to angle his hoof strangely in a rabbit hole, Raph slunk closer to the border only to be met with the sight of a cat who seemed to be struggling with his lungs. Snorting in amusement, the fleabitten grey curled his lips into a smile. "You alright there? I'm guessing that gift shite's for us? Where d'you trek from, then?" Endlessly dark eyes swept over the basket, a slight disappointment hidden in their depths as he realised they were all mere snack bites for him. Why didn't anyone ever drag over a fucking reindeer?


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    RAPHAEL
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    [size=4pt]love cal[/size]

  • In a flash Ayano had dove into the basket, eating all the berries she could find. Her white fur was now stained purple and red, but she didn't mind. After her short meal, she gave a small squeak of gratitude and jumped back over to stand near Raphael, purring faintly in happiness.