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    "God Genevieve, why the hell did you even leave home? You always get lost you idiot."


    Last time that the snowflaked kitsune went out on an adventure she found herself lost in the roughe territory, which she really didn't mind. Being lost wasn't an absolute drag, but her sense of direction was absolutely terrifying. Genevieve would most likely find herself lost in her own tribe if we were being honest. So it was no surprise when she wound up on arcadianclan's turf, obviously lost.


    Should she speak up and ask for help? Or should she take advantage of the situation and try to make some friends or something? Probably the latter because the eight month old kitsune wasn't one to admit when she was wrong or needed help. It just wasn't how Genevieve was.
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    click
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    I could if you'd like me to.
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    I can offer up Genevieve if you don't mind that she's only eight months old.
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    Yeah that sounds good to me. Would you mind making though?
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    "God you're such an idiot, Genevieve."


    Genevieve literally had no idea what anything was, she instead of speaking up and giving the wrong answer she kept quiet and just watched. Maybe she would even go get a little notebook and sketch the herb and it's name, and then what it was used for. That would probably be a good idea and she could use it for the future, if need be.


    But for the time being she looked at the herbs carefully, inspecting them with great detail. Burdock root looked so odd to the kitsune. It reminded her of a wooden carrot even though that sounded strange.
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    Brother sister thread?
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    Bump
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    The alarm sounded. It was a Sunday morning and Genevieve had forgotten to turn off her alarm clock. "God damn it" she grumbled, reaching her arm out from under the blankets and waving it around until she hit the black clock and it finally shut up. It was 6:30 AM, which was way too early to be waking up on a Saturday. Or any day for that matter.


    After tossing and turning in attempts to get back to sleep an hour had passed by and Genevieve was no longer tired. Her clothes felt a little snug, but Genevieve didn't really care all that much. She just figured she'd gained a few extra pounds or something since she had indeed began pizza binge eating.


    "I guess I might as well get up then," she thought to herself before tossing the white comforter to the side and slipping out of bed to stretch. As soon as her arms lifted there was a putrid smell, the smell of onions. Immediately she put her arms down and her nose pinched up. "nasty, I better shower." and so she began to head to the bathroom to get ready.


    "WHAT THE F*CK!" she screamed, only to have an unfamiliar and freighting deep voice part her lips. How has she not noticed the penis between her legs and the lack of boobs? This was so wrong on so many levels. "surely this is just a dream. I'll just wake up soon and everything will be alright," Genevieve reassured herself. This had to be a dream.
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    bump + edited the rules
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    "uh, do you need something?" the five-tailed kitsune asked as the wheezing stranger came into view. Now a days it was such a rare sight to see a joiner, or anyone for that matter. With everything going on the last few weeks, including the zombie apocalypse, everything had died down. Most of her tribe mates seemed to have vanished, but seeing a new face brought hope to the eight month old.
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