Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 12:51:13 GMT -5
[February 5-Open to all Outlanders]
"This is horse puckey!"
The elderly dog had just stumble over an old bone she'd have sworn wasn't there a day or so ago. Wasn't it bad enough they all had to tiptoe around in the dark without somebody leaving a discarded bit of leftovers lying in the middle of a path? It was probably a hyena. She was really starting to develop a dislike for the species. Particularly the females. For all their posturing and claims on how superior they were compared to the males, she's have thought they'd have been able to do a better job on curbing some of their male counterparts' less appealing traits, but no. They merely postured, all full of hot air.
And this darkness was really starting to grate on her nerves. What in tarnation was it, where in the name of all that was holy had it come from, and what the blue blazes would it take to get rid of it? And, more importantly, what was going to be done about it? For all her talk of having some kind of plan, Zira was being remarkably slow to produce any results. Her pet prisoner apparently was the key to her plan, but she was wasting time tormenting the dog, and parading her around. And for what?
"Reckon it serves me right, comin' here after walkin' all over creation, trackin' down a pair of dogs who don't have the sense God gave a goose. All to wind up in the employ of an oversized cat who's done sprung a leak in her dinghy and her no account beau who like as not don't even exist. And to top it all off, I get here jsut in time to have the whole world plunge into this, this never ending-oh, for Pete's sake!" Her steady, muttering tirade was interrupted when she tripped over yet another old bone, scraping her foot against a rough rock in the process. Leathery as it was, her foot wasn't injured, but it still hurt, doing nothing to improve her mood.
"This really puts a bee in my bonnet," she huffed, plopping herself down right where she was.
"This is horse puckey!"
The elderly dog had just stumble over an old bone she'd have sworn wasn't there a day or so ago. Wasn't it bad enough they all had to tiptoe around in the dark without somebody leaving a discarded bit of leftovers lying in the middle of a path? It was probably a hyena. She was really starting to develop a dislike for the species. Particularly the females. For all their posturing and claims on how superior they were compared to the males, she's have thought they'd have been able to do a better job on curbing some of their male counterparts' less appealing traits, but no. They merely postured, all full of hot air.
And this darkness was really starting to grate on her nerves. What in tarnation was it, where in the name of all that was holy had it come from, and what the blue blazes would it take to get rid of it? And, more importantly, what was going to be done about it? For all her talk of having some kind of plan, Zira was being remarkably slow to produce any results. Her pet prisoner apparently was the key to her plan, but she was wasting time tormenting the dog, and parading her around. And for what?
"Reckon it serves me right, comin' here after walkin' all over creation, trackin' down a pair of dogs who don't have the sense God gave a goose. All to wind up in the employ of an oversized cat who's done sprung a leak in her dinghy and her no account beau who like as not don't even exist. And to top it all off, I get here jsut in time to have the whole world plunge into this, this never ending-oh, for Pete's sake!" Her steady, muttering tirade was interrupted when she tripped over yet another old bone, scraping her foot against a rough rock in the process. Leathery as it was, her foot wasn't injured, but it still hurt, doing nothing to improve her mood.
"This really puts a bee in my bonnet," she huffed, plopping herself down right where she was.
