Posts by rosalie thulisile

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'So you've nagged something huh? What is it'

The Afghan Hound tossed her head towards the twins, giggled at the question. "It was all my idea but this just so happens to be the dumbest child in all of history!~ She just same towards me!~" Rosalie have sang, clearly proud of her work, after all, it wasn't like Curabitur could have snatched such a protected target. Rosalie cocked her head towards Obscuro, and began giggling again. "Please? Did you honestly think I wasn't counting on them showing up?~ Well of course I did!~ It's their toes they sound be watching!~" Rosalie's sing-song voice was pleasant, though her intentions were not.

Looking up instead of where the Sunclanners were (because she could not see them), the Afghan Hound spoke. "Roses are Red, Bruises are Blue, come any closer and we'll kill her too!~" She announced, still singing her words. Her tone was sweet, but it was extremely clear she was dead serious.

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[Hallo again!~]

Rosalie had accompanied Obscuro, curios to see what all she could steal while at it. The Afghan Hound was a tad bit late, but as able to hear the bit about the 'olive branch'. Oprah's question made her giggle. Boy, this Darkclanner's weren't very bright were they? Curabitur had been around here before, but he was held back for safety reasons. Besides, she didn't want dear old dad to mess up such an important interaction. Unable, and uninterested in waiting for Obscuro to respond, Rosalie answered. "Why, we're talking about an alliance, silly!~" She half-sung, holding back the laughter bubbling inside of her. She might have not been a follower of Formori, but she sure liked to laugh like one. Firstly, because her father was likely the most unstable thing on Earth, and so, she learned that from him. Secondly, because this entire ordeal was hilarious to her.

They just had no idea.

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Rosalie exhaling lightly to show her amuse meant. Dipping her head in sarcastic means she spoke, "Oh, right. My mistake. Forgive me or great Rite Master turn Demon King. That is most certainly not a dumb cub. I'd say a dumb, damaged one, but I'll humor you!~" Her tone told the others around her that she was in no way serious. In fact, one might have been able to pick up the fact that the topic was not of great concern to her.

Smart cub, dumb cub, fixed cub, damaged cub.

It did not matter to her.

They had Lyela, didn't they?
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Rosalie glanced at Mr. Benzedrine and chuckled. Silly, silly. If Curabitur had been here, he might have recommended decapitating them, which of course, was why he was not preset. Rosalie would have answered in Shagul's place but Obscuro covered it quiet well. The Afghan Hound trotted besides Obscuro and raised a paw to pet her on the head. Good, good, good. Things were going along splendidly. The Devious Ragabash then directed her attention at Nivata, and giving her a questioned gaze, spoke. "Well? What shall it be, hmm?~" Rosalie hummed, wagging her tail at a fast pace.

She was so excited she could hardly contain herself.

Whatever Darkclan's answer, this all worked out fine in her mind.
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Rosalie had at first ignored Shagul's calls, feeling that she had more important planning to do. However, after quite a lot of noise, Rosalie finally glided over to the group. She personally had no interest in playing around with the poor sop. She was far more interested in seeing if Wolfsbane had anything valuable and shiny to steal. The Afghan Hound took a seat a little ways away from what was going on, an amused smile on her face.

Shagul always knew how to make things interesting!~

Rosalie was cheering them on in the background, wondering where her father was.
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Rosalie watched from behind the underbrush, tilting her head at the stranger. It was odd, seeing people randomly show up at the border. She remembered that was a thing back in Colouredclan, but here, it was out of the ordinary. The Afghan Hound narrowed her eyes as Bloodybeads attacked a fellow Dancer. Sure, she wasn't obligated to help at all, but it wasn't very funny to watch other Dancers get killed, well, at least not by a stranger.

Once Bloodbeads had stopped speaking, Rosalie slipping out of the underbrush with a graceful movement, her brown eyes on Bloodbeads' back. "I'd say the first rule of joining anywhere is not to attack the locals. Even if that was a rather pathetic, uncalculated attack," Her voice trailed, "Who are you anyways?" Rosalie asked, but was far more interested in seeing if the stranger had any valuables, which was why she was staring at Bloodybeads so intently.

This of course, was not before she gave Shagul a happy snicker.
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And that was exactly why Rosalie was coming along.

Sure, she wasn't a 'cattus', but she was still interested in going. There was some other place to go? She was sold, anything to get away from her father. He was being very, very weird, and it was starting irritate her. Rosalie needed some air, so why not accompany Shagul, who arguably less annoying than her father was being. The Afghan Hound trotted over to Shagul, involuntarily wagging her tail. It was a little odd to see Shagul in the form of a cat, but to be honest, she had never really seen Shagul to the extent her father had.

Hopefully, that slobbering twit wouldn't be around.
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Well, Rosalie had been rather late for a good reason.

Apparently, when you're a purebred dog, suddenly every other human is trying to handsie on you. It was odd, considering her father was a well, but I supposed humans would rather not touch a slobbering, yellow-teethed, filth covered mutt no what how perfect it's predigree. Rosalie was hardly able to get down the street before she was 'attacked' by human children. Even though she did enough the attention, it did her no good to be out where they could see her, so she had to take the stray route, which might have terrified her if she wasn't used to the odd things her father did.

The Afgan Hound was able to catch up with Shagul. She decided to put on her own little show. Panting (though she didn't need to), Rosalie spoke up, "You move way too fast, calm down, we'll get there eventually," Her words where broke up with wheezing.
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Oh, who was this?

Rosalie's mischievous brown eyes appeared from the back of room. She had followed Shagul and Mysterysong to the area. She had tried to be as quiet as possible, but sneaking around was most certainly for Lues' followers. Rosalie was all about sneaking around in the mental field, where she was fair more skilled in. Still, after the who deal with Shagul released that one kid - crazy right? - Rosalie was curious to see what Shagul would choose to do this time, and whether or not her father would show up.

She had come a little late, but she'd seen more that enough to understand exactly what was going on. "Hmm, testy one, no?" The Afghan Hound asked no one in particular, though most logically, Shagul.
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Rosalie approached the two with an indifferent shrug. Kids? What did that matter. Well, they did have a lot of value, but Rosalie failed to see that initial value. "Well, I'm sure dear old dad is out there aiding in that cause," She said, allowing them to come to their own conclusion as to what she was referring to. Honestly, she had no idea where Curabitur had gone, but it did not bother her much. After all, it meant she could get back to focusing on what she cared about rather than making sure Curabitur did not attempt to each any of the other Dancers. Babysitting your own father was not fun at all.

Rosalie nodded to Obscuro. "Why not? There are plenty of fools out there making countless batches of children. Why don't we take up on their generous offer?" Rosalie was likely not going to be in the psychical raid at first, preferring to charm others to get what she wanted.

How hard could a child be?
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