Triara, Dreamsnare Bleeder.
Plossem, Blosson Cuniflare.
Heh. Heheh.
Will you stop chuckling like that?
Heh.
You get /back/ here!
Heh.
Plossen the Cuniflare was having a hard time right now.
First of all she had seen Triara escaping from the Zoo Pens, and had to go after her to make sure she didn't get lost or do something /really/ stupid. Pets were allowed out, but they always, always had to notify Sharna beforehand - and now Triana had just gone. Cuniflare had chased her all the way down to Dead Coast, and at last the Dreamsnare Bleeder was slowing down. And.. chuckling. For some strange reason.
Now will you tell me /what/ you are doing?
Plossen demanded, but all she got was another bout of chuckling, then finally she spoke;
Why do you follow me?
Triara hissed, flicking her tail from side to side and flicking up some sand as she did so.
You know full well that no pets should leave the Pens when-
Hussh, mortal.
Plossen stopped in her tracks, slightly put out by the fact that she had just been called a mortal by a Dreamsnare Bleeder.
I need.. A Palmie.
..Why?
Plossen couldn't help but be interested in Triara. Triara might be alot of things - she was weird, she was rude, she had a strange belief that she wasn't actually alive and that her 'true self' was just playing one of those virtual reality games, she was determined to be evil - but at least she was interesting.
Evil Plan. Evil Plan.. A.
Plossen blinked.
Evil Plan A.
Yess.
..Can't it wait?
The Cuniflare asked impatiently, tapping one large paw on the ground and looking around to see how far they had come. Quite a way. But it shouldn't take /too/ long to go back home, and she could easilly explain to Sharna how -
No. Evil Plan A must be completed.. Now.
And with that, Triana was off, hopping away down the Beach.