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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 8:48:50 GMT
Fawn slowly turned her gaze to him. She stood and shook, and indicate of no. Wait. It occurred to the fem that he said out of the bed. Not under the bed. Since Sam's been had already been her original hiding place, it had things she liked. With out a second look, she padded past him and to his room. She crawled under the bed, got comfy, and attempted sleep.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 8:58:12 GMT
Sam Winchester Huh. He had seen her go under the bed before, but usually as a hiding spot. She had shook her head no which worried him, but he decided not to pester her about it until she woke up again. With a small shrug Sam would leave the room, mentally trying to figure out why she did that.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 9:03:11 GMT
Yeah ok. Sleep was not an option after she woke up. With a grumpy growl, she crawled back out from under his bed and instead set to following him around. She was using him as not to bump into things, her vision blurred from sleep. Her tail was low as well as her head.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 19:51:33 GMT
Sam Winchester i feel so bad for FawnHer body language wasn't very reassuring either, plus she had said that something was wrong. Soon after he left the room, he felt Fawnpelt by his side again, and he would attempt to run his hand over her shoulders a couple times, as her head was low. "Do you want to talk about what's wrong?" Sam asked. It wasn't an order, just a question.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 22:02:46 GMT
Fawnpelt looked up at him. She perked her ears and wagged her tail slowly, trying to assure him she was perfectly fine. Just stressed and was getting little to no sleep. Birchkit, yes he slept. But an over protective mother forced her to stay awake at night, a guard for things. She had stayed up for 4 days and was only tired. This was a week and a half, she had lost it. Her body wasn't trained to stay up that long, no matter how many sleepless nights she had. Her salmon pink tongue stuck out ot lick his hand slowly.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 22:18:49 GMT
Sam Winchester Sometimes Sam worried about Birch as well, he was growin up around a group of hunters. He never wanted a child to grow up like that. He himself hated it and had tried to get out of a hunting life but failed. Fawn was protective of Birch, and rightfully so as well. Her tail wagged and she licked his hand, so Sam let out a small sigh. "Well if you ever want to talk about anything just tell me." Sam told her.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 22:30:19 GMT
Life as a hunter... it didn't matter. Even at home, Birch would be exposed to cruel creatures, far worse than any demon. Creatures like her, willing to kill on command. Give her the command to kill? She's on it. Fawn huffed, pressing against his side as she continued to use him to keep from bumping into items.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 22:36:52 GMT
Sam Winchester Naturally, Sam didn't know the true extent of the bad or good that was in the world Fawn had came from, he only knew what this world had to offer. There were better lives in this world than that of a hunter. "You hungry?" Sam asked.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 22:40:34 GMT
Hungry? Hell yes. Then again... Fawn was almost constantly hungry. It woke her up some and she raised her head to look up at him with dulled lime green eyes, tail wagging incredibly fast. Ah yes food. Something that she loved. She ate alot because she never knew when her next meal would be.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 22:49:23 GMT
Sam Winchester That good a positive reaction out of her. Maybe she would wake up a bit more after getting some calories in her. He smiled "What do you want to eat?" Sam asked her, looking down at Fawn as he waited for an answer.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 23:08:44 GMT
With that, she stepped away from him, behind him even. She shifted to her human form, stretching. "StarClan I'm sore." She muttered. "And anything will do, bees for brains." It was a playful insult. She smiled. "You ask too many questions for an old gal like me. Respect your elders." She added, lightly cuffing his head.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 23:25:54 GMT
Sam Winchester Fawn stopped and shifted into her human form and stretched, and Sam would turn to face her, a smile still showing on his face. Old gal like her? "You're not old." he said back playfully, ruffling her hair a bit after she cuffed his head.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 23:31:25 GMT
Fawnpelt waved his hands away. She smoothed her messed up hair and huffed, smiling as she looked at him. "Older than you." She stated. Why couldn't he see that- oh. She stopped again at 24. Huh. 37 years she was mentally.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 23:44:57 GMT
Sam Winchester Honestly he didn't know that she had stopped physically aging a while ago. She looked a lot younger than she was. He raised an eyebrow at her words, as if teasing almost. "Are not." Sam replied, his smile turning into that of a teasing smile.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 23:57:07 GMT
Fawnpelt smirked. "I'm 37, baby." She replied, crossing her arms and leaning to the side slightly. The sass was all over her body language. "Respect your elders." She added, smiling devishly.
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