I need a hero - interaction (p)

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    //here you go!




    Bittersweet rested by herself, snoozing in the nice shade.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid #B2B2B2; height: 200px; width: 200px; background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKpw…23kq8UnI1qdj6r2o1_400.png); background-position: center; background-size: 180%][/fancypost]

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]The trapper understood borders and the like, but to say he respected them wasn't exactly in the right mindset. The only reason he would avoid such areas would be when he knew there was an actual threat within the territory, but so far he knew nothing about the place, and so came the possibility of hunting down someone from the area. Stalking through the willow trees, the scarred ginger tabby would come across an unfamiliar scent from upwind, guiding himself toward the source in order to see the female tigress.


    The feline didn't hesitate in reaching back and grabbing his cleaver's handle within his jaws, starting to approach the half-awake female at a steady pace. She would most likely snap awake, possibly going into a terrified daze or a clueless frenzy. There was no other time when one would react positively to such a sight, but he held his position near her, awaiting the reaction he always saw from his victims before they were hunted.


    //but of course it won't end that way. oop.


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    //text




    Bittersweet stirred awake slightly, stretching out her paws and grabbing around the feline before muttering someone in her sleep. "Oh... A friend..." She muttered, before smiling. She blinked her eyes awake and looked up at the feline.




    It was a moment of silence before screeched, scrambling her paws up and into battle mode. This was when she realized she was bigger then the feline. She was a white tiger. Well that was stupid.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid #B2B2B2; height: 200px; width: 200px; background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKpw…23kq8UnI1qdj6r2o1_400.png); background-position: center; background-size: 180%][/fancypost]

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]The touch had startled him a little, causing the ginger tabby's fur to rise in both irritation and embarrassment before he would glare at Bittersweet, his tail lashing behind him. Speaking would be a very difficult task with a weapon in his jaws, so he would lower it briefly, the sharp end pointed to the ground while the handle was close to his maw, readied for an uppercut if need be. "Why so jumpy? Never seen a Turkish Angora cat before?" The trapper would inquire in an almost teasing manner, although malice flashed in his hues rather than amusement. His tail would sweep behind him, some streaks of fur missing due to him brushing it against his weapon, from what one could assume.


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    She smiled toward him, lowering as she spoke. "I'm Bittersweet, a mean white tiger!" She joked, pretending to swipe at him with a smile. We'll that wouldn't work. She was kind and easy, while he was a little more hardcore. She glanced at his weopan and spoke. "Nice weopan."     		[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid #B2B2B2; height: 200px; width: 200px; background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKpw…23kq8UnI1qdj6r2o1_400.png); background-position: center; background-size: 180%][/fancypost]

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]The tom huffed, his nostrils flaring for a moment as he pondered ways to make her afraid. To make her run. When none came up, he decided to speak instead- that usually scared people away from communicating with him, so it should probably work on her too. "I know, I've injured many with it." Trapper answered, even brushing his paw against the blade and causing a bit of blood to roll along the edge, forming a tiny dot against the earth. "Only to put them on hooks later and sacrifice them to an entity. It's actually very amusing."


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    //Low Muse




    She giggled. "You sound insane. Want me to call the cops? I will call the cops now." She smiled.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid #B2B2B2; height: 200px; width: 200px; background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKpw…23kq8UnI1qdj6r2o1_400.png); background-position: center; background-size: 180%][/fancypost]

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]"Call anyone and I might have to take that tongue of yours." The trapper answered, his tone starting to hold a somewhat teasing note to it. Unintentionally, of course, as although he enjoyed toying with people, he didn't plan on getting them all cozy with him. "And no, not insane. I'm just a friend helping to take care of another friend." This "other friend" being the entity he fed.


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    She giggled. "Does no tongue mean I can't do this?" She held her breath and then stuck her tongue and did a raspberry and spit all over hid face. "Cool, huh?" She smiled, swipping at him playfully.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid #B2B2B2; height: 200px; width: 200px; background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKpw…23kq8UnI1qdj6r2o1_400.png); background-position: center; background-size: 180%][/fancypost]

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]It wasn't quite a pleasant experience for someone who had scars all over his face. Wiping whatever spit he could from his maw without irritating his injuries, the ginger feline would glare at Bittersweet with a scrunched nose. "Yeah, it'll definitely mean that." The trapper huffed in an unamused fashion as she called it "cool," his tail lashing behind him. "The only thing cool would be that you won't be able to spit any more. Haven't you heard the term, "Say it not spray it?"" The male answered rather grumpily, his voice a deep murmur.


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