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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 15:25:50 GMT -5
Dris()Teasing demeanor dropped the instant the male began to formulate his reaction and suspicion narrowed her eye sockets. Niravadhi may have a reputation as a gentle, caring brute, but only his mate knew that although that all these assumptions were true, her lover was not as innocent as he may seem. Perhaps it was the fault placed upon her, a sort of punishment for the persona that she had developed for herself and the interactions caused by such, but whether it be from her own influence or from the natural affinity which the male had inside of him since birth, the man had gained a witty tongue and did well at hiding his true motives. Dris knew well the subtle signs her soul's partner emitted without his knowledge and his words, teasing although not too bold as to cause offense, certain were not meant in the innocent manner that the bloke tried to present them as. Mercury pair easily penetrated the cobalt depths set within roan features and the light found there only further solidified her initial suspicions of his interior motives. Laughter escaped past her tainted kissers freely just as his second spout of speech started to escape. Your false assumptions surprise me so my love! How silly you are to think that the typical prey has lost its allure for me. No, it is only that I have captured what would be mythical and no longer find stalking as a solo entity as gratifying as it was once. Letting the smile linger upon mask, the damsel held the stare with the father of her offspring, knowing that his mind as well was taking him back to a past that had been present not so long ago. Memories faded till they were merely an impression upon the mind as their focus turned from one another to the youngling who looked expectantly with excitement between her two parents as if waiting for them to finish whatever child-like foolishness they were engaged in to take her on the promised trip. At the bloke's next wording, the matron scoffed and scowled at his briefly in play before quickly readjusting her body's position in order to start along a well worn trail that could easily be sighted and started upon from where she stood. She had started off as a determined lady bound for a trek that would indeed bring great pleasure for all parties involved along with a little gratification for her lover who would surely be exploiting the change of heart that had been so readily admitted and the brush of warmth along her hip told her that there by her side as always, was the same lord that brought both frustration and happiness into her once barren life. A small, gray figure bounded ahead of the two adults in the form of the young Faolyn who was as eager as her mother remembered being upon her first hunting trip. Deciding it would probably be best to seek out smaller prey so that there would be less chance of injury to the darling daughter, her path was altered as they came to a split in the road and they instead began to head north to the area of higher elevation where it was known to all the wolves as a feeding ground for mountainous goats that lived on the steep hillsides among the slippery terrain of rocks. It did not take too long to reach their destination, but with the impatient way the youngling was whining occasionally and bursting forth in a hard sprint to gain ground in front of her caretakers only to sink back and join them once again with a dejected sort of facade, the elder felt as if it had been forever since they had left the valley in which the pair had found their trouble affluent daughter. Turning to the other as she slowed her pace, the vixen became all business while the excitement being experienced by the pup finally seemed to catch on to at least one of her teachers. I think it would be more beneficial if Fao watched from cover: a mere visual learning exercise for her first experience. Do you agree?
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 15:28:21 GMT -5
Niravadhi::I move alongside my lover, a blue-tainted shadow as our strides matched one another perfectly. At random intervals, I would drift closer, allowing my short coat to brush against the obsidian locks in an intimate caress, before body as pulled away again, hide twitching as the usual radiant warmth that sprung up between my body and that of my love's was suddenly replaced by the cool air. Gems kept a careful view of my surroundings, flickering from Fao's youthful figure, to my mate, and then to the greenery once more. The birds were chirping in the budding canopy above us. Spring was certainly on its way, and I couldn't help but feel invigorated by the freshness of the soil. A flash of color caught my eye, and I hung back to watch a small butterfly shyly unfurl its radiant wings. I observed the insect for a moment longer, a small smile playing at my lips, before chassis was moved into a bouncy trot to catch up with family once more. I noted the change of course, inwardly agreeing with my lady's unspoken decision to stay away from the larger, more dangerous deer. With time, Fao would undoubtedly be a formidably huntress....but she was far too accident prone, or perhaps trouble-bound was the better term, for me to wish risking such an encounter this early. Stepping across the open plain to the foot of the rocky hills was a torturous affair. I kept up a steady walk, ignoring the increasingly loud demands to move into a faster pace. It was difficult really...not all too long ago, I had been running regularly....but lately, I let my condition go to waste slightly. I huffed to myself, banner whipping once in my displeasure. It was something I would put on my to-do list, I mused. Finally, we made it, figure coming to a halt as harks trained onto my darling's words. Och, I don't think we can force that on her, my love. I answer, watching the youngster out of the corner of my eye. Let her drive the herd with me....keeping her occupied is surely the better way to keep her out of trouble. Dome snaked forwards to allow salmon to run across Dris' cheek. Nares dissected the breeze's message, dome tipping to the side. They may be in the small dip half-way up. I mused, still swirling the scents around my palate. I felt the suppressed anxiety that was only natural for a mother worrying for the safety of her only daughter. Not that I was feeling totally at ease with the whole endeavor...Deciding that we may as well come up with a plan of action once we knew where the herd was precisely situated, I set off, pausing to nuzzle Fao's crown tenderly.
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Post by Lonestar on May 1, 2011 13:37:35 GMT -5
Dris()Attention strayed from the bloke before her after her initial suggestion of their daughters assigned task throughout her first hunt; mind focusing on the prey that waited for her just beyond the brush. Anticipation sent senses into hyper drive and cells vibrated with the need for her to move, but trained as she was, the damsel remained perfectly still, only showing signs of her excitement through the constant swiveling of her harks and the occasional twitch of her tail. Focus slowly turned back to her mate with a frown as he spoke. Gaze followed his to land upon the youngling who was visibly agitated at having to wait still on her parents to begin the hunt. Considering the suggestion he offered to counter her own initial plan, the lady continued to watch their child, trying to battle the protective instinct with reason. Of course, Niravadhi was right. Faolyn would never submit to such a simple and boring task as sitting along the sidelines while the elder wolves took the kill. After all, her mother was born a huntress and the same blood pulsed through the pup's veins. Her father was well was an accomplished hunter though he did not quite enjoy the chase or victory as much as his female partner. Bowing her head slightly, the vixen yielded to the superior insight of her lover and turned back to him with a smile. You are right. It would be too cruel to ask her to remain a bystander and I don't believe she would simply sit still as instructed to do. Take her with you. Ribbon flickered forth from cavern to wash over the male's mask, a loving expression illuminating dark features as she brushed against him, mixing their pelts, before moving away and addressing the position of the prey. Nostrils flared to bring in the scent and locate the goat herd's position just as her mate spoke. Nodding, she showed her agreement with his assessment and scanned the horizon in that direction to find a suitable path for her travel. Take Fao and try to drive them through the gulley created by the high rise ridges. I'll wait at the other side to take down the specimen. Glancing over at him after giving her suggestion, she watched as he turned to leave when a sudden wave of panic gripped her innards and prompted her to chase after him. Moving in front of him to stop his forward motion, Dris buried her head in his mane after practically wrapping her body around his chest and nuzzled him in order to comfort herself and banish any fears that sprang to the surface. Usually, a hunt brought only the excitement of success, but there was always danger involved and this could not always be ignored especially on a young one's first hunt. Be careful Niravadhi. Take care of our daughter and yourself. Vocals whispered quietly to him just as worried steel pools met his peace-bringing sapphires. After pressing her cheek to his, the contessa pulled away to let him go on with his part in the hunt while she watched. Only after the two figures of her loved ones had disappeared did she begin to take her own decided position to wait. Her surroundings were silent; as if they knew the deed that was to take place here. Patiently, she remained in her crouched position behind the cover of a struggling bush, knowing that not much disguise would be required since the beasts would be unable to see her until the last moment when they emerged from the gulley and by then it would be too late. Banner flicked back and forth behind her as if counting the time till the prey's appearance. Dully, the earth began to quake gently beneath her figure and she knew that the herd was coming. Muscles rolled: flexing as she rose up from her belly to her haunches and kept orbs trained upon the place where her target was to emerge. Excitement built within her frame, making it nearly impossible for a normal creature to remain still, yet she did not move. Finally, the first of the herd burst forth from the ridges, but this one was not who she intended to take. To do so would be near suicide for the rest of the herd followed along not far behind and was sure to stomp her into the ground. After the first came a vast stream that lasted for only five seconds before the numbers dwindled. Knowing that the end of the herd was coming, she made her move. Dashing out from behind her cover, she selected a young buck that looked as if he enjoyed the grasses more than breeding and collided with him. Fangs and claws unsheathed and with a snarl she latched onto him for a moment, drawing blood and a painful bellow to rip forth from the animal's mouth. As expected, the force of her attack continued her momentum so she was forced to let go of her kill so she could roll to avoid his mass crushing her. Coming back up on her feet, she was quick to attack again. Aiming for his throat, she missed by mere inches to instead tighten her jaw over his muzzle because he had thrashed in a struggle to stand before she could get to his jugular. Rather irritated, she released him with a growl to attack from behind where he lay and this time found triumph. Hot liquid poured over her tongue and seeped through her teeth to stain the earth just as the last, gurgling cry for help left the goat's throat. Slowly, the life left its eyes and body stilled as it bled out and the brain stopped sending signals to the nerves that caused limbs to jerk. Releasing him, the huntress stepped back to look for her family, proud and yet solemn for this task reminded her of who she used to be.
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Post by Lonestar on May 27, 2011 21:31:57 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Gems twinkle as my love accepted my assessment of our young charge. I had never quite managed to decipher whether all young daughters were quite as...I hated to use the word troublesome, but it was the most accurate description I could come up with. Not only did little Fao manage to cause a whole lot of trouble when she put her mind to it, but she seemed to have a knack of finding trouble where-ever she ventured. Yet despite the strain her antics had caused both Dris' and my nerves to endure, I could never be annoyed or angry with the silvery wraith. She was simply too sweet, too innocent - no, she wasn't really innocent. Even her blinded father could see that....but she could play the part of innocence so convincingly, that I rarely had the will to admonish her. I cut my musings off sharply, feeling the restless shifting of the youngling beside me. Absently, nose tips downwards to brush softly across her nape. It was not long before my soul mate had come up with our plan of action. I nodded, turning our strategy over and over in my mind - looking for possible pitfalls. It had always been in my nature to be cautious...but with my only daughter accompanying our hunting party, I wanted to make double and triply sure that everything worked according to plan. In my mind's eye, I sketched out the gully, trying to remember every stone, every dip in ground. Satisfied that all areas of danger could be minimised with as little risk for all predators involved, I turned to the mercury girl. Well, off we go, Faolyn, darling I say lightly. As I turned to leave, crown twisted to look at the sooty mother, the faint hint of anxiety lacing her scent. I gave her a small smile, understanding the emotion faultlessly, for it teased at my mind as well. But nothing would happen to Fao. Neither Dris nor myself would allow it. Focusing on the path I would be following, I set of at a brisk walk. The mountain dwellers wouldn't hang around for ever, after all. Yet barely a dozen strides had been taken when I came to an abrupt halt to avoid knocking into the blackened shadow that suddenly blocked my way. Ribbon snaked from its dome to run soothingly along my partner's cheek and brow. I shall do so, my dear. I say calmly, a tenous thread of steely confidence lacing my words. Good hunting, and take care. Drawing back to softly touch my dampened tip against Dris' , I went on my way. As we topped the brow, and made our descent towards the back of the herd, I turned to my daughter. Ok, Fao. I need you to listen very carefully. Voice was kept light, but firm. Firstly, your mother will be most displeased with both of us, if either you or me gets hurt... I paused momentarily to press home the fact that it was in both of our interests not to anger the charcoal matron. So we will both be careful. Now. We are going to drive the prey through a narrow stone gully that lies slightly to the north-east from where we will begin the hunt. When I give you the signal, I need you to make an arc to the right, to stop the herd trying to run up the slope. I will be doing the same thing only on the left. I paused my speech to make sure the girl was following, before continuing once more. We need to move at the same speed, so that we meet up at the mouth of the gully. There, we slow down for a moment, and make sure all of them go in the right direction. Then, we follow at a safe distance. Is that clear? Having laid out the plans, we set off once more, slipping closer to our quarry. When we were hardly upon them, I took the girl aside one last time. Right. I need you to show my your best crouch and your quietest walk, until I bark to let you know that it is time to go. I smiled as I dropped into a crouch, and waited for the lass to follow suit. If you hit trouble, I want you to make as much noise as possible, and run out of harm's way. Is that understood? Tone was very serious as the last words were spoken, sapphires peering sternly into silvery pools. Happy that all that needed saying was said, we slithered the last few metres, until we were at the edge of the small hollow that the herd were grazing in. Pointing my muzzle in the direction of the gorge, I nodded once before inching a little further down the slope. Taking one last look, dome was flung backwards as a rough bark passed through the open maw. Even as the sound left my mouth, I leapt forwards, making a beeline to the southern exit from the hollow. Roan figure hurtled along the edge of the hollow, the odd bark or yip leaving my maw as I warned the creatures that they had better turn about. Once they were all more or less travelling in the correct direction, I backtracked. Gems darted from the our quarry to the silvery figure that was faintly visible at the other side of the grassy indent. Padders drum rhythmically upon the ground, haunched bunching neatly beneath me as I executed a sharp spin in order to chase after a young buck who seemed intent on making his own escape. A nip at the heels later, with my snarling form for company, he returned to his fellows. It was only heartbeats later that I met up with Fao once more, the herd streaming through the gulley as the pair of us panted heavily. Right. One last time. I remark, setting off in pursuit of our meal, harks flickering backwards to make sure that my daughter was following.
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Post by Lonestar on May 31, 2011 18:04:50 GMT -5
Dris()Vision jumped from one place to the next in a blurry haze as the damsel tried to focus on looking for her family, but found that her ability to block out the emotions swarming in her mind was failing miserably. Sighing, she stopped fretting over the safety of her family and closed her eyes to turn her attention inward. It was only natural to take the life of prey as she had just done. Generations and generations of lupine before her, back to the beginning of time, had been doing so to survive. This thought was meant only to reassure herself, but then she remembered that those respectable, brave wolves that had carried the weight of the species on their shoulders and passed on their genes to their children had killed to eat and feed those weaker than themselves. In her past, the killings that the damsel had dealt out were not always for accomplishing this purpose. Slaughter for sport at one time had been a hobby of hers. Back when she was young and angry at the world and Gods for the life that she had, the lass found an outlet for the massive weight of her inner rage and clung to it ruthlessly. Whenever a mood would overcome her, the lady used to go in search of a challenge, thirsting for blood and knowing that no peace would come to her until it was obtained. It did not matter if she had feasted three hours ago or three days ago. The point was not to fill ones belly for the sake of keeping up ones strength, but the hunt served instead as a way to release the beast inside of her; the Evil Angel that reigned supreme in her mind. Looking back over the years, she could not recall how often she had indulged herself in these acts nor could she think of the number of creatures whose lives she had taken needlessly only to leave their lifeless carcasses to bleed out onto the earth without taking any of their flesh into her stomach. Gore had surrounded her for years until she had met Niravadhi and the life style had brought pleasure to her. After all, there was no thrill like the thrill of the hunt. It could never be replaced nor equaled by anything else. Even now that she knew of love and the joy of having a mate and offspring, the vixen still found her love of the hunt to be unmatched. In a heartbeat she could become the animal that she had once been: restless, manipulative, and conceited. Thankfully, one thing kept her in check and grounded to the life that she had built here and that was her family. Them she could not let down although it would be easy enough to let herself down. Sorting through the feelings, she pushed away the past and intense triumph that came along with the kill and was finally able to think only of her lover and daughter. Shades lifted and mercury depths were clearly able to seek out the silver and roan forms. Seeing them through the dust that the hooves had thrown into the air, she yipped in a loud pitch to get their attention and call them to her. Forgetting for a moment about the buck laying on the ground, she approached the pair with a smile that was betrayed by her worried stare as it swept over the both of them, searching for injury. As none was found, her expression turned genuine as steps brought her side to side with her mate whom she nuzzled again fondly before washing their lovely young's face with a swift sweep of her ribbon. Executed flawlessly I hope? She uttered, glancing towards her mate to await his expression while their child bounded over to the kill. "Mother can we eat it yet?" Impatient lyrics nearly whined as Faolyn looked up at her while licking her chops, clearly fighting back the hunger that clenched her stomach. Of course. You can have first choice. Lyrics informed her to receive a delighted mask in thanks before the pup set to work on the buck and ripped off a large chuck of muscle and fat from its hindquarters.
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Post by Lonestar on Jul 13, 2012 23:59:47 GMT -5
Niravadhi:My breath returned somewhat as I followed the scattering herd. The mountain creatures had swept through the gulley, there hooves throwing dust into the air that pricked uncomfortably at my gems. Forlimbs trembled slightly as the adrenaline still pumped through my body, almost as though sulking that the event had happened so quickly. And yet, I was glad that Fao had done her part so well. The tightness in my left shoulder belied that youth that the rest of my body seemed to exude. I was no longer the youngster I had once been, and my encounter with human technology hadn't improved my condition much. Still, there was breath left in my lean frame. Slowing to a trot and finally a walk, I turned about to my daughter, proud gems alighting on the girl's facade, before snout dipped down to rub tenderly across her brow. Well done, darling I muttered into her ear, as a familiar voice caught our attention. In a heartbeat, the young lupe shot towards the blackened figure that stood a little to one side. A bright smile broke across my features, sapphires twinkling as long legs moved into a gentle trot. Muzzle buried itself within the soft onyx locks, nares inhaling the scent of my love. Drawing back, a small smirk played at lips at her words. Certainly. Everything I do, I do flawlessly I teased, ribbon flicking across my mate's cheek, before snout moves close to whisper into Dris' ear. Our daughter is going to make a fine huntress one day. Pulling back, tender gaze falls upon the grey figure that was happily tucking into the prize that lay before her. Watching the girl indulge, my own stomach protested quietly, indicating that it too, wished to be fed. Well, shall we? I asked Dris, brushing my body along her length before making my way towards the fallen buck. Jaws fasten themselves firmly around the creature's shoulder, before a sharp movement of my body dislocated the joint with a snap. Tearing through the flesh of sinew, I freed my prize, and dropped it next to the creatures head, before settling down to strip the flesh from the bone.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 8, 2012 14:51:22 GMT -5
Dris()Silvery pools watched the other two members of the maiden's family as they approached her and their prey, her sudden wash of regret and shame of her past life vanishing almost as quickly as it had appeared. Surely she was tainted no longer with such a lovely blessing of her mate and young. Faoyln appeared so proud and regal in her footing that the matron had a momentarily flashback of herself at a young age prowling up to her own mother, awaiting the approval that for her had never come although she had worked to gain such kind and caring words from the wolf whose body had carried her within a womb. Organizing her thoughts and pushing the past further into the dark depths of her mind, the vixen stepped forward to greet her mate, pulling away a moment later to cast a skeptical look in his direction, hardly believing the over-confident tunes which entered her lobes. Was this her mate? The young, playful lad who she had at one point aimed to corrupt only to have the plan backfire upon learning that the roan brute was a noble, gentle fellow flashed through her mind and Dris began to question if Niravadhi had truly managed to escape her ways unscathed. Amused brows lifted towards him and the lady pressed her warm body against his again allowing the closeness to harbor the words saved for her mate from their daughter. Certainly my love. We do have two very healthy pups as a testament to your flawless ability. Teasing tunes uttered, the memory of his anxiety at their mating flashing through her mind's eye before attention was directed down to the youngster who impatiently waited for her parent's consent before choosing the best meat for her meal. A strip of white ruined the shadowy facade as the mother smiled down upon the daughter who was too much akin to her own spirit as the father praised the young one's ability. Of course she will. Her bloodline all but demands such success. Vocals replied as the pair watched their daughter select her choice of venison and draw it away a short distance where she began to eat her fill. Nodding in a silent acceptance of her mate's suggestion, the Evil Angel strode forth to take her choice of cut as the bloke did the same beside her. A short snarl erupted forth from vocal cords and the lady clamped down her jaws upon the hide at the animals stomach, jerking at the skin with every muscle in her body taunt till the protective, hair covered outer layer ripped and began to peel away from the membrane covered flesh. Blood spilled from small veins onto the earth while the huntress worked to clear her table of the hide before setting in front of the animal's belly and digging sharp canines into the fatty, succulent flesh. Unlike the rest of her family, Dris remained at the carcass to dine and as she finished, rose while carefully cleaning her muzzle to glance at the other two. Faolyn appeared to have stuffed herself and was rolled over onto her side, the smaller ribcage expanded to an unnatural size, causing the parent to chuckle a bit at her child's inexperience. My love I do believe one of us shall be carrying a little extra weight on our way back today. Laughing lyrics called out to her mate, drawing attention to their daughter who groaned and mere glanced pitifully up at her mother.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 19, 2012 0:05:00 GMT -5
Niravadhi:The pride in his heart was threatening to overspill, deep blue orbs resting on the youngster who called forth such feelings. It was amazing, how much having a pup of your own could change you. Well, two pups, really...but Fao had always had a special place in his heart. He couldn't really say why, and had decided to peg it as one of the mysteries of the world. He couldn't know everything, after all...and part of him felt that if he analysed his special relationship with his daughter, then it would lose its magic. No, he was quite content to let things be as they were at current. Inhaling Dris' sweet scent sent a surge of gratefulness sweeping through his body, effectively ridding his bloodstream of the residues of adrenaline. He still wasn't quite sure what he had done to deserve such a wonderful mate, but he wasn't going to complain. Instead, he thanked the gods and fate for bringing their paths together. His lips twitched upwards in a rueful smile at his lady's words, ears drooping a little sheepishly as he too found his memories of the day when Fao had been conceived. It was a little embarrassing, really...but it lay in the past, thank goodness. That, and he must have done something right, no matter how nervous and apprehensive he had been. He twisted to press his cold snout gently against Dris' own, sapphires melting into the girl's liquid silver gaze. I couldn't have done so on my own, though. Thank you, my dearest. It was funny, really, how swiftly he switched back to be quiet and serious...as though being light-hearted and jesting was a difficult state for him to attain. Then again, it was. He had left those feelings behind so very long ago...and it was only recently, in the presence of Dris' own wit that he edged towards being a little playful from time to time. But he gathered it was only proper, that he had moulded himself a little. His dark beauty had certainly come a long way from the creature he had first set eyes on. A nostalgic smile blossomed across his features. The first time he had met the girl, he had vowed to keep a wary eye on her...and make a sharp getaway as soon would be polite. Now look at where the pair of them had ended up! Not that he was fussed. In fact, he was more than happy at the way things had turned out. A gentle laugh tumbled from his lips, his gaze straying to the little wolf. She also has the best teacher to ensure such success he added, nuzzling the girl tenderly. He himself had never been a particularly good hunter; his slender frame and long legs much better adapted to herding the prey towards the bulkier of his kind. But Dris...well, he had always marvelled at the grace in her movements, the power that lay bundled, unassuming, under the glossy pelt. They ate their meal in silence, only the soft tearing of flesh and the odd snapping of bone disturbing the peaceful quiet on the mountainside. The herd had long since disappeared, and had probably congregated in another grassy glade to continue their munching. The death of one of their number would be lamented, to be sure...and yet the world kept turning and their own needs won out. He idly wondered whether he would find it so simple to get over the death of one of those he loved...or even just one of his pack mates. He didn't think it'd manage it. it was just so awfully callous to accept the death and then continue living your life. Then again, maybe he was just over-simplifying the way a deer's mind worked. He shook his head, to clear it of the rather morbid topic, focusing instead on savouring the fatty meat from the shoulder and cracking the sturdy bones to get to the bone marrow. He finished his own piece, before padding towards his sooty lover, muzzle snaking into the open cavity she had made to snaffle part of the liver and a kidney. He had never been quite so fond of the organs, but he knew it was foolish to scorn them especially when they were packed with vital proteins. He sat back on his haunches when he was nicely filled, ribbon flicking out to clear away the crimson spatters of blood that tarnished his muzzle and chest. At Dris' words, he turned to follow her gaze, lips crinkling upwards in mild amusement. The poor youngster looked to be in a bit of a tight spot...quite literally. Nira was torn between hurrying over to try and make the silver lass feel better...and holding back, for it was a lesson she would have to learn. In the end, he opted to compromise. I suppose we could always roll her; she's grown so big lately he answered mildly, before picking his way towards his daughter, and sitting down at her head. There there, sweetheart. You'll feel better after walking a little bit he soothed her, tape running gently across her brow. But next time take your time eating...your poor stomache can't handle having half a deer thrown at it in one go
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 19, 2012 0:37:48 GMT -5
Dris()Chuckles erupted as the brave male's facade dropped into a sheepish expression in recognition of the memory the moment her words had entered the atmosphere. No doubt he was remembering how his mate had engaged herself with convincing him into giving her offspring with a little shame though Dris looked back on the moment with nothing but pure joy and a little amusement although, at the time, she had been a little distraught that her chosen mate had been so against the idea of younglings. His silly fears of not being a good father were obviously just make-believe that all parents convinced themselves of when first thinking of the possibility for looking at him now and seeing how he interacted with their daughter, there was no doubt within the Evil Angel's mind that the right brute for her future had stumbled across her path of the past. As parents, it seemed that the two were linked on a different level than simple mates were as they were both gazing at their child and thinking about how well she had done during the hunt that day. Pride swelled within her chest at the compliment paid towards her ability as a smug smile was flashed towards the male at her side, eyes sparkling with a playful gleam while expression switched to one of mock-warning. Flattery shall get you no where sir. I already have the exact number of pups which I intend to have for the stretch of my lifetime. Amused once more with herself, the fatal sauntered off towards the carcass so that they could finally part-take in the meal which had been procured by the same group. She had just eaten enough to satisfy her hunger and keep too much weight from her belly when the hunter came around to snag the internal organs from the cavern which her fangs had created within the abdomen of the prey. Unsurprised, golden gaze traveled across the land towards the fruit of their loins as pink ribbon rasped along whiskers and black hairs that lined her muzzle to rid it of the blood drippings. Upon finding the youth in such an amusing state, the matron immediately revealed the unfortunate situation to her companion loudly enough for the lass to hear as well. Laughter broke forth from cavern at Niravadhi's suggestion of rolling Faolyn home though the girl seemed rather tweaked at the joke for she shot a very nasty look at each of her parents, as if accusing them for the shape she was in. Approaching just behind her mate, Dris smiled down sweetly at their little spitfire as her caring father tried to ease the sting of their amusement at her expense. "But, daddy, my tummy hurts. I can't move!" Forcing herself to hold in the laughter that threatened to overflow once more, the damsel simply watched in amusement as the dramatic puppy complained in a most pitiful voice about her body's condition and her inability to walk the pain off. Not bothering to wait and see what her mate had in store, the ebony figure maneuvered around till she had full access to the one who carried half of her own blood within her veins. We will help you, Fao. Now, get your paws beneath you so that you may stand. Nudging her gently with encouragement, the proud mother watched as the daughter looked up at her and then immediately began to struggle to rise to a stand. Dark muzzle jutted forth to dart beneath the swollen belly and the earth as space was created between the two so that the lass could be helped into a stand. Good. There, stay steady. Ok, now, take a few steps and see how that feels. A soft groan escaped Faolyns jaws as she started waddling around in circles around and between her parents. At first, her steps were slow and cautious, but after a while she regained her confidence and was navigating rather well with the added weight. Determining that she was ok to travel, the maiden looked up to meet the azure duo of her he-wolf to see if he was ready. I think she's fine to travel now. Back to the hollow?
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