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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 2:22:01 GMT -5
Faolyn::Mercury pools jumped from one direction to the next as the winds picked up and lifted the fallen leaves from the forest floor and forced them to dance upon the drafts. Tiny steel covered frame burst forth from the brush, already powerful haunches propelling figure upward, bodice writhing as it was suspended in the air, outstretched paw batting at the nearest piece of debris, catching the edge with undeveloped claws before gravity took its effect and mass fell with a thump to the earth. Girlish, joy filled giggles erupted out into the air while figure rolled around in the pile of leaves upon which the lass had landed, the dead vegetation crinkling beneath the shifting weight. Finally, feet were gathered beneath the youngling and she pushed herself up, sparkling orbs staring down at her current toys scattered below for a moment before formation spun upon its heel and trot brought her back to the den in which she hid from the outside world, turning again and lowering toward the sod before settling down there while hyperactive pair waited for their friend to pick up the leaves again, taunt muscles ready to drive stature forward at the slightest notice. The ebony watcher that would have normally been watching with severe eyes at the antics from the grotto was not there. She had taken advantage of the time and gone off to catch some sort of rodent to satisfy her growling stomach. It had felt funny against the pup’s nose as she had pushed against her mother's flesh while trying to fill her own need for sustenance. Nares flared, searching for her mother, but finding only the reminisce of her comforting aroma within the den. All play was forgotten at the odor that did enter into nostrils, however. Limbs straightened immediately, the little girl nearly bouncing out of the grotto opening as spine wagged tail furiously. Juvenile vocals escape as excited half barks, sounding more like little whimpers than true attention grabbing sounds. All this time, one word ran through her head. How Faolyn knew it is a simple explanation. The young pup had learned to associate the word the Evil Angel cooed teasingly toward the roan brute with the male's face. Daddy, daddy, daddy.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:43:44 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Long limbs covered the ground easily, large padders imprinting slightly upon the moist turf as I made my unhurried, yet swift journey towards the camp, and more importantly the den. A little niggling thought at the back of my mind had called me to hurry my border control early that morning. While I did not feel worried as such, there was a twinge of unease that was hidden barely beneath my conscious. The pups had suddenly grown very lively the past days, I mused as I covered the last stretch of ground before pushing through a shrub and entering the encampment. I had barely taken half a step when alert senses catch a very familiar perfume hanging on the bush I had just passed through and the leaves that clung to my lower legs. A deep frown settles upon my features as sapphires are turned in the direction of the dens, gems catching sight of a small shape huddled at the threshold. Well, at least she was safe, I thought grudgingly, although the frown did not leave my narrow features. Evidently Dris had taken a little time off, not that I could blame the dear. Nonetheless, I would have preferred to have been available to take over pup-sitting shift. Dome is shaken gently to dispell the thoughts, while I make a mental note to awake earlier in order to complete my rounds. Then I would probably be back before Dris left. Mental note safely in place, I turn back to the matter at hand, lean structure drawing to a halt at the mouth to the den. Lanterns are fixed upon the bouncing, wriggling mass of silver at my feet, while harks flicker in an attempt to discern the garbled noises coming from the pup's mouth. Features are forced to remain passive, the small smile of amusement at the pup's antics banished until I had dealt with the more pressing matter of education. Limbs bunch beneath me, bringing myself almost to eye level with my young daughter. Faolyn. I said in the strict, no-nonsense voice I reserved solely for lectures. It was the voice that meant I wanted no arguments or tantrums. I've told you before that you are not allowed to leave the den without supervision I reprimanded lightly, cobalts fixed upon mercury. There are lots of dangers in this world if you are not careful. You can play outside alone when you are a bit bigger...ok? I watched her for a moment, willing my words to be understood by the little lupe. Satisfied, I reached forwards, ribbon running smoothly across Fao's silver brow. I took a quick glance around the camp, searching for the other smoky figure, but I could not see him. Perhaps he was still in the den... Attention is brought back to my daughter, the smile I had been suppressing illuminating my features. So, can my favourite daughter show me how her pouncing skills have improved? I tease lightly, backing away slightly and flicking my tail in her direction. At the moment it was a pretty harmless task, for the pup's lacked the sharp edge to both teeth and claws. Regrettably, this would soon rectify itself, and I would be forced to find another method of entertaining the youths, without endangering part of my body. I grinned in Fao's direction, a deep feeling of love and pride swelling in my breast as my gaze fell upon the little tyke. Apart from Dris, the pups were probably one of the best things that had happened to me in a very long time. I closed my eyes for a moment, forgetting about the precarious position of my tail until it was too late, shutters flying back as banner was tugged on ruthlessly. A soft chuckle passed across my kissers. No, I wouldn't have wanted things to turn out any other way.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:47:48 GMT -5
Lyulf::I watch. I watch my sister-girl-giggly-grey prance and frolic from the relative safety of my post, just out from the warm-safe-this-is-where-we-stay-says-Mama. I thought hard about being here. This way, I can be outside, all brave and having-fun, but if the bigs come back, I can go back in. No one would have to know. Metal-tinted sapphires shine in disapproval at her first-time-all-alone-be-free-be-wild rompings. I already went to the out, played and rolled, found stuff out, all new and bright and ohh-what's-this? And I did something she didn't do, too. I made a friend. A not-giggly-smaller-she friend. Zeffer. Zeffer's my friend. So, she seems silly, trying to bite and chew and fast-skittery-nervous-fear-small-movers. I've been there, done more. It's not that good. One pad inches forward, though, to touch the warmed-by-bright, -smells-different-to-the-dust-in-the-dark. It is that good. It is! I want to go play, too. But not with girls. No. I will just have to wait for Zeffer. He'll come. But another comes first. It's not small, or pale, like my friend. But I still know it. It's Daddy. Wriggling whip beats against the not-quite-out, not-quite-in whispy-flecks. I like Daddy. Daddy is good. Like Mama. Ah, now my sib's noticed, too. I wanna go out, boundy-happy, proud, stronger-than-the-girl, show my daddy how good I've learnt stuff. Stuff that Zeffer showed me. But, I also don't want to be in why-are-you-out, you-should-be-in, what-have-I-said trouble. I don't like that. Not one bit. So I wriggle back into the shadows, watching my little she-sib-squeaky, wondering what'll happen to her. I'll see, then do summing. She does get a trouble! I sit, smug in my good-boyness. I didn't get a trouble. But I listen, too. I hear something I dunno yet. 'S a strange word. And then! Then, after she got a no-out-trouble, she gets to pounce! I want to pounce, too! I leap out of the dark, safe, smells-like-home-and-warm dens, and barrel into my Daddy with a squeak. Then I sit up, and look at him. Summing's both'ring me. "Daddy, whassa soup-vishin?" I ask, very proud of my skills with the tricksy-tumbly word."Do I have one? Where is it?” I ask. I want one of them. But, they're playing, too. I can pounce just as good, better as the she-shifty-squeaker. I'm older, after all. I leap into her, clumsy-moving-clawed-clumpers thudding into her side. "See, Daddy! See how good I pounce!" I say proudly, nipping my sib.
Faolyn::Soon, silver sights filled with the vision of her father and were instantly blurred by hurried motion that took the youngling to the male's limbs. Whole bodice wiggled even more furiously and figure danced in and out of frontal leggings, sides bushing contently against the stilts while the lass moved through the maze. During this whole business, lids had been closed over pools and as they opened realized that the look upon the roan male's facade was not the expected expression. Immediately, all excitement comes to a sudden halt and lobes lay flat against miniscule dome, tail tucked between legs and formation becoming even smaller as the girl shrunk from the chastisement of her parental. Vision was directed away from his in a show of submissiveness and remained that way until words asked for her confirmation. Only then did pair lift slowly from the earth to gaze into sapphires, a saddened look upon features. Yes daddy. Vocals reply dutifully, position never changing as the seconds under scrutiny seemed to pass by as hours. Muscles only relaxed as Niravadhi's maw lowered and a familiar wet heat moved across her tiara, a smile pulling across visionage while corpse leaned into the caress. System was back to bouncing with uncontainable happiness as she was asked to display her new skills, the razors that were not yet developed extending and retracting from and to the toes in anticipation. Front lowered towards the ground as the flash of the elder's plume caught and held the pup's hyperactive attention, rump wagging slightly in the air. Faolyn was about to burst forth when daddy looked back, forcing her to hold off upon the attack for a moment’s time while innocent grin was flashed, the already developing huntress inside knowing that in a few seconds her blood would look away again. As predicted, Nira soon looked straightforward again and the operation commenced, the small ball of iron fur dashing forward and latching onto the banner with feet and mouth, cranium shaking first playfully and then tugging upon the bone in a triumphant and playful manner. Focus flashes from the beast whose tail the lady had in her maw to a new streak of steel pelt that came barrelling into the picture. With her jaws still clamped, harks prick to catch the lyrics of a brother as he directs a question to their father, orbs shifting from her sibling to her sire in waiting for the answer. While doing so though, her larger twin turned towards her and jumped, paws batting at her abdomen and forcing hurriedly unlocked jowls to release a yelp of surprise before a menacing growl escaped lips, body again lowered into the crouching position which no longer held the innocent little wiggle to it.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:48:45 GMT -5
Niravadhi::While attention is directed towards my rear end, I almost miss the arrival a second silver blur. Crown twists sharply to the left, ascertaining that the movement that caught my awareness was not a form of danger, before the hurtling grey shape slams into my ribcage, causing my breath to catch for a moment. Hello Lyulf I say lightly, nuzzling the little male’s nape affectionately. Grin tugs at kissers as the pup wrestles with the more difficult word I had utilised in my reprimand of Fao. Evidently, Lyulf hadn’t been far away…probably hiding in the shadows close to the den. Supervision, Lyulf I say slowly, pronouncing the syllables carefully to allow the drake to grasp the word. It means being watched over. Like I am doing now. Smile broadens as I watch the pup for a moment longer, before turning my gaze back to Fao, suddenly realising that my tail had yet to be released. Not bad at all, Fao I said approvingly, well aware that the fae had waited for me to turn my attention elsewhere before attacking. Further thoughts along that track of mind as dispelled as Lyulf launched himself at his sister, large padders stretched ahead of him as he landed him clumsy blow, knocking his smaller sibling to the ground. Banner is yanked on, as though Fao had tried to keep her balance, before it is released, the hairs moist and spiky. A quick glance informs me that Fao is unhurt, though her pride may well have been wounded. Harks bring Ly’s message to cranium, where a response is thought through, attention no longer fixed upon the wee huntress that had gotten over the surprise attack very quickly. Yes, I see, Lyulf. Well done. I praise, knowing that balance and precision would come once the pups had grown into their gangly legs and overgrown padders. Focus is forced away from Lyulf at the low, menacing growl that sounded from close by. Brow furrows as I search for the source, only to realise that none other than my little girl is creating the threatening sound, ink kissers pulled back to reveal small baby teeth. It seemed that Fao had not only inherited her mother’s eyes, but also her quick temper, I mused, moving out of the way to allow the pups some space to tussle. I doubted that much injury would be inflicted…at least, I would intervene before anything got seriously out of hand… but the pups needed time and space to release their energy in some manner. Sapphire gaze is fixed upon the two mercury figures, one crouching against the ground, the other still standing upright. Idly, I wondered what was going through Lyulf’s mind, for Fao was soon proving that she wouldn’t be intimidated by her larger sibling. A sneaky suspicion informed me that in the coming years, Fao would probably not take any nonsense from anyone. At least that was a positive sign, although I was sure that Dris and I would be confronted with that same stubbornness not all to far in the future. Posture remains relaxed, senses alert for any occurrences around me, although my primary focus rested upon the pups.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:50:34 GMT -5
Lyulf::'S funny, the way my smaller-slighter-wriggly-sib feels under me. All fleshy, with hard-no-won't-press under. I poke her with one soft-small, -not-like-the-grownups', fleshy foot. I turn my dome, to see my Daddy, see what he thinks of my so-good-so-fast pouncing. No one can pounce as good as me! My Daddy thinks I pounce good, too. See? I knew I had the most good pouncing. He's tole me what a soup-vishin was, too. Only it's soo-puh-vishin. I'm kind of disappointed. I thought it was some kind of big, fat, fluttery-flapper, scared-of-us bird. I wanted one. I'd have showed Zeffer, too. He'd have wanted one. But now my she-squiggly-soft sib is doing something. Whassat noise she's making? It's all deep, and throbby. Can I make that noise, too? I try, and my thready-singy-speaker does it, but it doesn't come out sounding half as mad as hers does. Maybe only little she-squeaking sibs can do it? Maybe it's cuz they're not as good as us big-strong-he pups, and they need something, else it won't be fair. Or maybe she's just really, really mad. I look uncertainly to Daddy. Will he get all mad if I do this, too? Because I wanna. I wanna pounce at her proper-like, to show my Daddy that I really am the goodest pouncer. But, if she's doing it, that means I can, too. I crouch down real low, so that the front of my in-out-breather touches the dusty-warm, wriggly-lively ground. I try my best to do like her, but I'm not mad, and even though I want it to stay still, my furry-small-not-fall-over-wriggler beats. To and fro, to and fro. Wha's she gonna do now? Is she gonna do pouncing? Why's she gone all still? I was just playing, and showing her I was the best pup! Cuz I am! I'm oldest. I move one thudding-stepping, feels-the-earth mover, and wave it, putting it back down on the hard, bumpy ground, and shifting a bit. Then I go back to waiting, cuz she int moving, and if she doesn't, then I won't. And Daddy's watching. Daddy needs to see me be the best. Shy-shade-seers gleam, lids flicking overseeing-better-coming-clearer, is-this-what-grown-ups-see pools. Waiting. Waiting.
Faolyn::The foreign sound that had escaped from the undeveloped cavern slowly shut off, leaving mind confused and yet clear at the same time. It was like there was some sort of unknown barrier that had suddenly been erected within her, separating the youngling from her instincts which the lass could feel were righteous wrong actions to her core. Gaze flickered toward the male who watched her and brother, searching for any sign of disapproval in his features. Nothing upon guise was off, but the girl could not shake the feeling that she was doing something she should not. Attention directs back towards the other pup and all such feeling flees as a frightened servant would. Lyulf had also taken up her position, with a few minor differences. Her sibling did now have shiny, newly broken through knives showing behind his blackened lips and his head was lower to the ground, whereas her body remained level, it was just closer to the earth than usual. After a moment of standing still, the pup inside started urging frame forward. Ly wanted to play and so did she! Still, limbs remained motionless, refusing to listen to the whims of a pup. Panic started to settle in. Too young, she was too young to deal with such powerful forces. They would not, could not let Faolyn go. They lay within her and now had jumped to the surface at challenge. No matter the hold they had upon the pup, the hunters knew they could not force such vile thoughts as their own upon such an inexperienced being as this one was so they tried to soothe her fears, relaxing their control until she was no longer fighting. While this was happening, the sibling had been waiting, and now, focus returned to him, tail wagging slowly behind. Minuscule bulk stayed a moment longer, being sure the other had not intended to make the first move before starting out slowly herself, carefully picking her way among the debris while a wide berth was allotted the other mercury hued offspring, depths stones as they watched, waiting for the simple twitch of muscle to give away the opponents intentions.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:51:03 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Amused chuckle passes ink lappets at Fao’s look of consternation and shock. Clearly, she hadn’t anticipated to growl in quite such a threatening manner. Seeing the wee lass glance in my direction as though fearing she had done something bad, I felt another surge of tenderness for the little rebel. There wasn’t really much wrong with the sound she had made…save for that fact that I had expected it to manifest itself a little later on in her life. But things such as the development of an individual could not be planned. I smiled in her direction, indicating that there was no need for her to worry. Perhaps I lectured her a bit much…she was certainly more of a trouble-maker than her older brother. Although, come to speak of it…I turned my gaze toward the larger of the two silvery figures. Just because I never caught Lyulf disobeying orders, didn’t mean he didn’t. He was probably more cautious about suffering the consequences that Fao. I shrugged to myself, observing as the two pups almost mirrored each other. It seemed that Fao had gotten over her surprise and anger, her banner twitching in excitement. Both seemed frozen in time, unsure of whether to make the first move. I could almost bet that it would be Fao. Sure enough, the little femme moved into action, inching around her brother. Ah, the two of them were simply adorable. I watched them for a moment, before the last drops of sunlight on my back, coupled with my early mornings slowly pushed me towards the realm of slumber. I wasn’t in deep sleep. More like a light doze, with all senses other than sight and taste on alert. In fact, hearing and scent were almost sharper than normal, making up from the lack of information brought to me by my orbs. I drifted off for a couple of minutes, a sense of peace descending on me, before orbs are snapped open once more, gems scanning the area to make sure that both pups were still present and in one piece. Of course they would be…but I couldn’t help but worry.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:53:10 GMT -5
Lyulf::Hmm. The sound's stopped now. The angry grumble has been cut off. I look at my sib. Didn't she know she was doing that? Her features are funny, like she wasn't sure. How come? I tilt my balancing-got-my-senses-in, and stare at her. So maybe it's not something all little-she-sibs-that-fight get. Maybe I broke her when I pushed her over. But it's okay now. She fixed herself again. I stopped my own grumbly roary noise a while ago. It feels funny. Strong and mad and mean. I don't like it much. Sometimes, when I play, I make a noise like that, but there's laugh in it, to show it's fun. There's no laugh in this. Not one bit. But I don't leave my crouchy low, gonna-jump-gonna-poke-and-prod-and-wriggle stance. I'm still waiting. Maybe she won't play now, I think regretfully. Maybe now that she's fixed again she'll go do summing else. I hope not. I was just getting my good jump ready! Little sibs are so fickle... Ooh, but what's that? She's going forward. Inching, inching forward. 'S hard to see, but I know she is. I'm a good hunter. I can see everything! But she's still not moving! Silly sib, doesn't know how to play this game properly. You're supposed to attack! Whirly-whipping-thin rope slashes at the atmos. One, two, one, two. Maybe she'll see now, cuz I'm moving, that she's gotta move, too. I'm not gonna attack first. She did the rumbly-tingly when she was broken. Maybe I'll break here again... Cool! And finally, after I been waiting such a long time, she moves. It's not the jumpy-rushy-fast-big attack I thought, though. She's moving slow, slow, round me. Why? I keep watching her. Isn't she silly! Does she think I can't see her? Maybe she wants to jump out from behind me. But I can see her going there! What's she doing? I better show her how to do this properly. Zeffer taught me, so now I gotta teach her. I don't think, don't take time. I just go from hinds-on-the-warm-earth to in-the-air-flying-leaping. I bark once, miss, land next to my littler she-sib. I skid in the earth, slide, my hinds revealed in perfect, dusty form to her mercy. Now I feel silly. I try to clamber onto my slippy-big fores. But will I be in time?
Faolyn::The lass was nearing the backside of her brother when sharp eyes caught his flank shiver briefly and her body moved instantly to the right, dodging his attack while orbs never left the silver frame as it went flying past and go sliding a few inches. Adrenaline pumped through veins as her features lift up with excitement, slender hindquarters pushing the tiny figure towards her brother. Even though she was smaller than he, the girl hoped to get the advantage by standing over him, perhaps by placing some of her weight upon him as well? That much had yet to be worked out and leggings had barely lifted off the ground for the final leap upon him as a large dark form was seen barrelling towards the duo from the corner of the pup's left slit. Leap faltered and although she had managed to land on top of her sibling, it was a awkward landing as frightened pools were turned in another direction, no longer focused upon the goal at hand. Bodice trembled beneath the scary glare of their mother, teeth gleaming out from ebony guise. Slowly, carcass slips off that of the other adolescent and to the ground, tail tucked between hind legs and chin centimeters from the earth, gaze looking anywhere but at the adult. Time seems frozen as an unknown transformation occurred in the matron that loomed over its offspring. Something was seen out of the corner of the essa's eye again and she jumped sideways, fearing the consequences of her disobedience. Mommy had told her to stay within the den and she had ventured out, even daddy had already scolded her for it. Somehow mommy knew, she always seemed to know when the lass did something she was not supposed to. Relief courses through veins and side leans against the elder's muzzle as it rubbed her fur affectionately, small lanterns lifting to meet those of Dris now, realizing that she was not in trouble. Steel pair follows the soot covered silhouette as it moved to her brother and then to Nira's side, nodding at the young. Glance was taken at Lyulf, not knowing what to do now.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:54:32 GMT -5
Dris()Ribbon ran smoothly across raven kissers, the renewed taste of crimson making nerves sing with pleasure. Once bloody knives flashed in the sunlight as it broke through the vegetation, illuminating the dark beast against her green background. The hunter inside that had previously been gnawing at tender insides content now that her disease had been treated. Padders fell upon the heavily travelled path that led the quickest way back to the center areas, apprehension making the damsel feel guilty for leaving the younglings on their own in the den. Niravadhi's scent had been near, but there was always the chance he had not been moving back to the hearth yet. Anxiety pushed gait to a faster canter, figure but a blur in the morning light as she dashed between trees and over stumps that lay in her way. The Evil Angel was now in full worried mother mode and this alter-ego was more menacing than even the hunter was. As bodice neared, lobes caught wind of an unrecognized growl and her own lips lifted in response, speed increasing till the lady was nearly pushing her limits. Normally, any attack would have been thought through and planned extensively, leaving no scenario uncheck, but now, the lass was running blindly into a situation of which circumstances she knew naught off. Care-taking instincts were now in charge and as she burst from the bush, daggers revealing their brilliance, the last thing she had been expecting was to see her son standing in a crouched position with his sister circling round his outside, their father laying not too far off watching as this all passed. Instantly, lips fell back over rows and tiara lifted, expression a bit sheepish as glance is taken at her surprised mate before gaze shifts to the pups by her paws, guilt making her want to cuddle them close. Mercury pools meet another identical pair and muzzle lowers to nuzzle the girl, an attempt at soothing fears of reprimand before the same is done to the boy and limbs step over both, frame moving to lay beside that of her mate. As belly rested against the ground, dome dipped in an nod, letting her offspring know they could continue with the game she had interrupted.
Niravadhi::I watch the two younglings with a smile upon my narrow features. From the expression on Lyulf’s features, he was not at all pleased with the way Fao was playing the game. He seemed tensed, waiting for his younger sister to finally do something. Fao, on the other and seemed to believe that if she moved very, very slowly, she could move around Ly without him realising. It seemed almost as though the two siblings were locked in a strange sort of dance, only they knew the steps to, for every time Fao took a step to the side, Lyulf wriggled his body so that he could still face her. Eventually, my son decided that he would have to show his sister how things were done. Curious gems watch the silver drake’s flight path. He had pushed off neatly enough, especially considering that the large paws and ungainly legs were not always the most cooperative. Whilst Lyulf was in transit, I fixed my gaze upon my little daughter, wondering what she would make of her brother’s attack. She surely wasn’t going to let herself be taken by surprise again. The slight mercury figure steps nimbly to the side, as though she had been dodging flying missiles all her life. Not bad at all. With a little of Dris’ training, Fao would make a skilled huntress if she remained so nimble on her feet. Kissers curl in amusement at a pair of comically widened sapphire orbs belonging to a sheepish Lyulf. Having overbalanced upon landing, the poor lad had skidded in the dust, baring his vulnerable flank to his sister. Fao seemed indecisive for a moment, as though pondering what to do next. But the light of excitement soon kindled in her eyes and she launched herself forwards, evidently planning on pinning her larger sibling. A deep growling noise is carried by the stale breeze, causing audits to prick at the familiar sound. What on earth had Dris stumbled upon that warranted such a threatening sound. The ground was followed immediately by the tell-tales scrapes and cracks that informed me of a creature moving through the forest at top speed with no thought for stealth. Very odd. I was just about to get to my paws to investigate, when a coal-cloaked maiden burst into the clearing, enamels glinting dangerously in the sunlight. Dome cocks to the side in a questioning manner as I look upon the panting features of my beloved. Cobalts follow the line of her gaze which had settled upon our young. Fao was ducking to the ground in her submissive pose, and Ly was picking himself off the ground from where his sister had landed upon him moments before. An adorable sheepish expression formed upon Dris’ features as the tension eased out of her structure and she went to greet and reassure the two silver youths. Soft smile plays upon façade as I watch the lass make her way towards me. Had anyone told me, at my first meeting with the lass, that this fierce sooty angel would ever be an affectionate, worried mother, I would have thought they were mad. And yet here she was, rushing to the camp in fear that something had occurred. Snout is raised as my partner draws near, muzzle running through soft wisps of ebony scarf. As the lady settles herself beside me, ribbon snakes out of its den to run gently across jet brow and cheeks, before my own nape twists to allow salmon to run across ever-watchful (well, perhaps I should say hearful) lobes. My world was now officially complete, as I smiled broadly at my mate. Structure is pressed close to hers, flanks exchanging warmth as I affectionately rubbed my crown against Dris’ shoulder.
Dris()Attention was soon stolen away from her offspring wrestling by the roan bloke who lay at her side. Contented smile graced features and lids closed as the ribbon from the other runs along the edges ebony harks. Barely audible pleased sounds rumble through diaphragm as shades uncover smokey orbs in a lazy fashion. Pair watch the male for a moment, bodice seemingly frozen in its position before snout snaked out sneakily and knives gently nipped his nape, depths flashing their playful state once tiara had been pulled back and both were visible to the drake again. It seemed like so long since the pair was able to be together without the pups climbing all over them in their sleep. Perhaps that was because both were quite busy keeping up with their young and because so the days drug on slowly, like a movie you wish you had never gone to see. Dris knew a retaliation would come soon and she would take it wholeheartedly since it was her idea and the lady was not known to be one to run away from things and especially now due to the fact that it was her jaws that had started the little game.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:56:14 GMT -5
Lyulf::I scramble, I slide, I get, if I can, even lower into the crumbly-slippy, making-holes-to-stop-me-getting-up-proper dirt. And my little, not-as-weak-and-silly-as-I-thought-she-was sib, she gets closer. And closer. Why's she waiting? Is she that mean? I wonder if it'll hurt. Is she allowed to make it hurt? Daddy, that's not fair! I shove myself up in desperation as the padding-pattering of my sib gets louder and louder. Like a big running, not a pup. Maybe this is summing else little she-sibs are good at. Being loud. Yes, this is really gonna hurt... I squidge my orbs tight shut, start to run, but I know 's not gonna be fast enough... But it is! I open my seeing-sensing-taking-in pools, triumphant! I'm the biggest he-pup! I'm so good at this! I'm faster, stronger... Still running... Not any more... My too-big-on-too-longs-running-fast-boots slide again, and I tumble. Now she's really gonna get me, I think. But she still doesn't, so I turn round. And hearing-twitching-sore-to-be-bitten harks perk, and expression lightens. Mummeeeee! I dash, I fly, I run my fastest fastest ever, and crash into my Mama's long-graceful-easier-to-use pillars. My she-sib's there first. But 's not fair. She was closer. So she gets hellos first. But I get them, too. I lean up into my Mama's hello-ribbon-on-dome-that-isn't-a-bath-so-it's-nice, and my whippy-to-and-fro plume beats. Then Mama goes back to lie with Daddy. I look at my sib, and slowly, slowly, go down on my wide-and-small, goes-in-and-out chest. Now I know what she's doing, and I can beat her for real. After all, I am the oldest.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:58:30 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Shutters fall across gems, contented expression gracing my narrow muzzle. Vaguely, I wondered what the winter would bring, for the pups would be needing extra feeding. But that worry soon fled my mind as I basked in the warmth of Dris’ bodice. For a moment I was happy to dose, knowing that Dris would keep an eye on the pups who had resumed their game. I am pulled from my reverie at the faint tugging on my nape. Couldn’t the pups leave me even a moment I peace? I grumble inwardly, curtains drawing back slowly. The pups, however, were happily engrossed in their mock fight. Suspicion clouds sapphires to a darker hue, as nape is twisted to allow gaze to alight upon far-too-innocent looking silvery depths. Ah ha. A smirk settles upon salt and pepper visage, ink lappets drawing up slightly to expose well-used enamels. Crown is tilted further until snout presses against one lobe, dentures nibbling gently at the sensitive flesh, before husky tones are emitted. Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? I ask in a sing-song voice, canine teeth nipping the skin at her nape a little harder before dome is pulled back to allow equally teasing gems to alight upon the features of my love. I don’t bother waiting for the lass’ reply, structure rolling across the terra in a swift motion that brought muzzle to the tender flesh behind forelimb. Immediately I went on the offensive. Knowing that my only chance of keeping Dris beneath me was to act quickly and decisively, before she had the time to wriggle out of my grasp. Eventually, she would overthrow me…that wasn’t to be doubted, but I was perfectly entitled to see how long I could manage to keep the upper hand. Scenter wriggles across sooty chest and stomach, knives pulling gently at the robe in an erratic pattern. Feeling the dame stirring beneath me, I hopped easily to my feet, long limbs stepping across ebonite torso. I pause my actions for a moment, shooting a wolfish grin down at the lass boxed in between my pillars, before moist tip sets to work again, skimming over every available portion of Dris, without conceding my position. To my shame, I had completely forgotten about two silver-hued younglings nearby. It seemed all thought tracks had been momentarily shut down, my entire being filled with only one thought. Dris.
Dris()Chuckles escaped as her mate's features turned disgruntled and lids slid over deep cobalt blues to find the culprit who had disturbed his state of tranquillity. Laughter grew louder and even more uncontrollable as instead of looking to her instantly, the duke stared at the pair of pups that were still busy with their game, obviously bamboozled by the fact that they were not the ones to tug upon his mane. Sounds ebbed off as accusing pools turned her way, a sly, completely guilty smile grasping upon her features, refusing to leave even as the lady half attempted to order it to do such. Brow cocked curiously as the other's knives were exposed to her sight, a strange thing for the male to do considering they were usually only used whenever hunting. Perhaps he would play back? Question was answered as rows pulled gently upon the ebony lobe closest to the bloke then rugged tunes enter the passageway, bringing a flirtatious grin to tattooed kissers. Certainly not I, my dear. Tunes purr while mercury depths gaze into his pair, dome cocked a bit as if she were expecting something further from him, yet not willing to hint what exactly it was the lass wanted. Abruptly, the roan brute grabbed at the skin behind elbow and reached his destination a fraction of a second before the maiden was able to react, bodice instantly twisting away from him, limbs sticking into the atmosphere and spine resting against the earth while pair searched desperately for her companions mask amongst flurry of charcoal and navy tinted strands. When she finally did, the lord was already braced above her, scenter embedded in her coat, running across the sensitive sections of the fea's underbelly. Muscles began to react to his caresses beneath cloak and a strange sort of bubbly feeling filled her abdomen. Frown creased features and after a few seconds, frame began writhing beneath him violently, mind unable to process any sort of information as nerves were pushed to their limits, slits squeezing together to make it impossible to place Niravadhi's position above. Silently, the fatal cursed her lover for being able to draw such a reaction from the Evil Angel. Then, the insanity stopped, shades lifting immediately from lanterns to gaze up at the drake who smiled devilishly down at her. Who are you and what have you done with my mate? Breathless tunes asked jokingly during the intermission. A gentle moan was let loose as the bloke returned to his antics soon after, leaving the lass again helpless to his power. She knew naught what the name of such a phenomena, but in another world from which the wolves were completely detached from, the tingly feeling her carcass was now enduring would have been known as being ticklish.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 23:00:57 GMT -5
Lyulf::Mummy's busy, playing with Daddy. I watch for a little bit, mystified. I didn't know grown-ups could play! How come they never play with us pups? Maybe we're too strong for them, too smart. They're scared to play with us, because they know we will win. Yes, that's why. Makes perfect sense, really. I wonder why I never thought of it before? Oh, yes. Because I've never seen my grown-ups play before. Funny. Hmm. But anyway, I was playing a second ago... I turn back to my slippery-slidy, fast-and-wriggly-smooth she-sib, and tense. She's already low, low to the ground, watching me, waiting. She's making sounds, too. But I know these sounds. They're not the angry, nasty noise of before. These are happy, let's-play-and-have-fun-and-play-lots sounds. I like them a lot more. I'm still turning, taking my time. I know what she does now. She takes lots and lots of time to make her smart-darting-fast moves. So, I can take my time, too, and think about what I'm gunna do. But then, then the sneaky-snide, not-fair she-sib does something I don't expect. She just attacks! I'm only half-turned to her, so I am not ready. A surprised-indignant-hey-that's-not-fair yelp springs from my larynx. She may not be strong, or heavy, like a male pup, but she's very fast, and my thudding-ungainly padders are not prepared for this kind of attack. I tumble, rolling away, whipping-plume and padding-paws spinning everywhere. I keep rolling, and then my tumbly-too-long-out-of-control limbs find ground, and I force myself back up with a yip of, "Hey! Tha's not fair! You cheat!" And then I realise that I'm standing, up, up, tall above my sneaky she-sib, just as confused as she is to find my limbs beneath me again. I stand still, looking at my long-lolloping limbs, wondering how I got up onto them again. I don't remember asking them to do that..
Faolyn::Mercury orbs sparkle with triumph as the surprised guise of the lass's sibling turns towards her at the last second before impact and she knew at that point that escape from her clutches was impossible. Limbs folded as outstretched padders slammed into the lad, small iron hued bodies rolling a few times before the fatal's rotating finally stops, her belly exposed to the sky and tongue dangling out of the side of her mouth, a proud puppy grin upon refined features. Dome lay flat against the earth, muzzle nearly touching the ground with its tip while peaks were folded over themselves, giving her a goofy appearance while the enraged brother turns his cobalt depths to the laying figure in a glare. Ribbon retreats back into cavern as the other starts complaining in that high sort of voice that young male's always have before they hit puberty. You know the one that is always so annoying? Pair roll in his direction as abdomen muscles flex and twist slightly and the little lady brings herself upon her paws, a vain smile upon girlish mask while leggings swagger over to him. YOU are just angry because I outsmarted you, Lyulf. There are no rules in the game of pounce! Everyone knows that! What, did your little buddy not tell you that? Rude smirk is flashed at him before the whites of her eyes are shone again in yet another eye roll. Stop whimpering like suckling. It was fair and you know it. At that, tiara was lifted high in the air, as was banner, in an arrogant manner before cage slid past that of Lyulf, coat brushing against his as she went, a straight bee-line is made towards their parents who still played like little younglings, obviously not realizing what had just happened. A disappointed pout overcame facial and stride picked up to that jaunty canter that pups had that was not as graceful as the pace of their parents. Dirt molecules littered the air as mittens slammed against the sod while the vixen came to a halt in front of her parents, a pouty expression looking straight at her father while rump crashed in a dejected way with the land. You missed it. How could you miss it daddy? Salty water began to pool just along the edge of the girl's lower shade, threatening to overflow onto cheeks as whining vocals escaped, low lip nearly quivering in mortification at the realization. Ah, the sly little Faolyn was a good actress no? Even at such a young age, her talent for lying was already starting to blossom. Too bad the mother was just the same way. Too bad the daughter did not know such a fact about her mother; otherwise she might not have attempted such a feat. The display was all for the father's benefit, though. It was his love and affection the mademoiselle would try to hoard from the son and, at times whenever possible, even from the mother.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 23:02:00 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Soft chuckle moves into the atmosphere, the sound of amusement absorbed almost immediately by a thick midnight cloak. Smirk pulls at kissers as I pause my ministrations once more, dome cocking slightly to one side. Well….I have learnt from the best…no? I purr, about to return to the most pleasurable of activities when a whining call rings through the air, causing dome to pull away from Dris with reluctance to inspect the source of the cry. It seemed that Fao had gotten the best of Ly, who was complaining heartily, only to have his sister snap back arrogantly. Slight frown settles upon features at Fao’s antics, for although it was good to see she could hold her own, I had no wish for arrogant offspring. The pair of silver youths seemingly having calmed down, I returned my attention to Dris, ribbon running slowly down her throat. Yet I had barely dedicated myself to my evil angel, when another whine was caught by my lobes. Heaving a deep sigh, I turned away from Dris feeling distinctly peeved. As much as I loved the pups, they dominated every single activity that Dris and I had shared. Sapphires land on the dejected figure of my little daughter. I was about to enquire as to the cause of her unhappiness, when accusing tones are spoken. I missed what, darling? I ask quietly, forcing myself to remain calm and patient. Soon enough the pups would be old enough to look after themselves for a bit. Perhaps then I could steal away with Dris for a couple of hours. I’m sorry, Fao. But daddy was a little busy. I continue, leaning forwards to rasp salmon across dainty silver brow, ribbon dipping beneath mercury gems to dry the salty tears that had gathered upon cheeks. Torn between looking after Fao and going back to my little game with Dris, I remain indecisive for a long moment. A dark figure in the distance catches my eye, and I recognise Tyk’s son Zephyr. Excellent, the three younglings could play together. Hey Fao. Why don’t you go and play with Lyulf and Zephyr. You can show them how well you can pounce. I say suddenly with a spark of inspiration. I await, perhaps a little anxiously, for the argentine girl to make her way back to the boys, which would allow me to return to the more important matters at hand. By the time this thought crossed my mind, I realised that I had all but conceded my position above Dris, for in changing my focus to Fao, I was no longer concentrating to keeping a lithe huntress firmly beneath my smaller frame.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 23:06:27 GMT -5
Zephyr-Life was boring. Daddy wasn’t around. Mummy wasn’t around. What did they expect me to do? Amuse myself be counting the cracks in the den wall? I think not. Scowling to myself, I stalked out of the den. I had grown a fair bit over the last couple of weeks, and my balance had improved greatly. As a consequence, I had greatly improved the accuracy of my pounces. Largish-not-so-gangly-any-more form stalks out of the den in a huff. Honestly, adults. I scoffed to myself. The great outside was no longer scary. I had been out there countless times with Ly and nothing bad had ever happened to us. I had contemplated taking a sniff at the forest around us, but I was quite sure that if Mummy or Daddy heard, I would be in deep trouble. Plus, I would take Ly with me, and I didn’t want to be on the bad side of his mother. She seemed nice enough….but she could get right scary sometimes. Ly’s dad was way cooler….but I had the sneaky suspicion that while the funny-coloured drake wouldn’t shout at you, the disappointment he would bestow upon you if you did wrong was just as bad as being snarled at. So, to cut the long story short, I wasn’t going to mess with Ly’s parents. Talking of Ly, perhaps he was out. I really wanted to teach him a cool new move on how to trip up the enemy. I had literally stumbled across the move, tripping myself up on a protruding rock. Even as I had stood up, snarling at the rock, I realised the potential of tripping up the opposition. Having made up my mind, I set out towards the patch of campground that Ly’s family often occupied. Sure enough, I could make out the entire family. Nira and Dris were doing something odd….they were actually playing!!! I had never seen adult wolves do that…but I guess they must do. Ah well, I was more interested in playing with Ly than with the adults anyway. Hey Ly I bark, bounding forwards at a springy canter, skidding to a halt in from of the silver brute and nudging his shoulder in a friendly manner. I want to show you a new move I say excitedly, my tones trailing off when I saw Faolyn close by. Oh…your sister’s here. You don’t mind if I stay, do you? I hoped that it would be ok. I had never actually played with Faolyn before, but there was always a first time for everything. Plus Ly could always use back-up. Girls were tricky little monsters after all. I wrinkled my nose slightly in disgust. Boys were just so much cooler.
Lyulf::Sibs. Sometimes I wish that I was the only pup. Or that Fao didn't think she was as smart as she is. She thinks she's so great, with her little-sib ways, her smug swagger, her sauntering stride as she stands over me. Now it's my turn to roll my cerulean voids. "Well, aren't you sooperiah, then." I grumble, using a word I heard Mummy use that sounded really good, and means 'better than me'. But there's a special way I say it, to make it like I don't actually mean it. I learnt that listening to Mummy, Daddy and Zeph. See? You can learn lots of stuff listening. But my sib's already off, going to go see if Mummy and Daddy saw her cheating. She's such a little... I raise my jowl in a displeased but rather indifferent half-snarl. What do I care if she wins a bout or two? I'm the eldest. I'm the one who's got the soo-pe-ree-or-i-ty. And I'm bigger than her, too. Heh. Serves you right, little sib. I guess I'm just not as angry-fast-snarling-attack-now as my sibling. I like to win, but mostly, I just like the game. As I'm brushing off my slate pelt, trying to save some of my good-pupness, I hear a bark. I turn, to see another familiar-looking grey shape, and my maw splits into a cheerful grin. "Zeph!" I bark, lolloping-loping over. I'm getting better at this. My words are starting to sound better, less puppyish, more like the full-growns. I can move better, too. Faster, and I fall less. Though, I do fall down. But, only sometimes. I look over my ridge to see that Mummy and Daddy aren't buying my sister's act. I can't help but grin. Especially when Mummy scolds her. Yes. She should get treated like that more often. But, if I'm mean to her, my parents tell me to stop it. Even when she really deserves it. And she usually does. Then I turn back to my friend. He's really excited about something. Hoppy-jumpy-plume-beats-in-wild-circles excited. I lean over, and head-butt my friend's cage. It's a boy thing. Girls wouldn't get it. "Really? What is it? Did your dad teach you?" I ask, wondering if I could use the new move to trick Fao... He sees Fao, and I confused-tip my dome. Why should he ask? I need the back-up with my whiny, smug little sister. "Course you can stay!" I assure him, nonetheless. "I could really use a new move. And another boy to hang out with. Girls are dumb." I grumble, not quite over my annoyance at my den-mate. And then Daddy makes it even worse. "Aww, no, Daddy! We don't want to play with Fao." I protest, but knowing it will be futile. If Daddy wants her to play with us, and she wants to play, too, there's no way I'll be able to stop her. I'm already prepared for my fate, even as I speak.
Faolyn::Shades slide over depths as suddenly a familiar pink, wet chunk of flesh looming large in her vision before it smoothed over granite hairs upon her facade. A pleased little ripple courses through the tiny bodice, for a moment the lass's dejection forgotten as the attention she so craved was delivered. Then, sweet triumph was stripped from the girl as the warmth was pulled away and the hard hand of reality gripped her throat in the form of her mother's punishing vocals, mercury pools meeting each other as the younger turned attention to the elder, lobes flattening against her dome at the expression upon the ebony facade. Tail tucked between the lass' legs and neck lowered crown closer to the ground, attention no longer being paid to the roan bloke who stood still above the matron. Gaze soon dropped to the earth in further submission, Faolyn no longer bothering to meet her instructors gaze nor did she feel as if she would be able to for another moment. Time passed like molasses flowed in the wintertime: painfully slow. There was nothing much the maiden could do but suffer beneath the other's impenetrable stare. She had not expected her game to have been discovered so quickly, nor had she expected reprimand to occur in so harsh a manner. Motionless spell was broken as the gentle words of her father seeped out of parted cavern to soothe her. Tentatively, chin lifted and pair met the pleasant cobalt depths, harks and plume slowly raising to normal height at her father’s smiling mask. At his suggestion, guise turned towards her brother to find another young male at his side, skull tilting with curiosity as liquids surveyed his structure. Despite the potential consequences the fatal could receive from her mother, she was still hesitant to move off and join her brother and the strange baron. That is, until Lyulf spoke out in protest, causing a mischievous grin pulling upon the edges of kissers. Good idea Daddy. Vocals replied, bounce back in the fea's step and tongue quickly lapped at Niravadhi's cheek and jaw before framework and strides carried her quickly to the pair of lads, a smug smile upon face. Smirk turned first towards the disgruntled brother before focus turned towards his companion, an inquiring question like expression looking directly at him. Hello. I haven't met you before. I am Faolyn. What is your name? Charming manner was adapted, bodice moving towards the stranger youth in a few steps, smile turning to a pleasant one as she awaited the reply with mock patience.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 23:08:32 GMT -5
Niravadhi::A soft chuckle rumbles through chest as Fao’s small salmon tape brushes against narrow cheek. The little girl was certainly most adorable. Nonetheless, a deep sigh of relief is heaved as Faolyn dances off to the two males. Perhaps now I would get a little bit of peace and quiet. Apologetic glance is sent in Dris’ direction, before attention is snagged once again by a certain mercury lass. Brow furrows at Faolyn’s antics, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Judging by Fao’s antics, she had inherited far more of Dris than would be healthy for the male population. Dismayed glance is fixed upon the group of younglings, knives worrying at upper lip. Had I just gone and ruined Ly and Zephyr’s play time by sending Dris over to them? On the other hand it gave me the opportunity to spend quality time with Dris. I remained indecisive for a long moment, before deciding that if Ly and Zephyr didn’t learn how to handle Fao now, she was likely to run rampant in the near future. Orbs close as a long-suffering sigh passed across ink kissers at the vision of Fao terrorising every available male within the pack. Not something I looked forwards to dealing with, but I somehow doubted that I could alter much about that aspect of her character. I could only hope to teach Fao at least a basic handful of morals which she would hopefully remember from time to time. But there was absolutely no way that my daughter had inherited any of my more philosophical traits. I even wondered whether Lyulf had, though I doubted it there as well. Although Ly was definitely more of a candidate. On the other hand, it may be just as well. Being my philosophical self and given me a rather solitary life, and that was something I did not necessarily wish up my children. If they chose to walk alone, that was one thing, and something I had absolutely no problems with. But if they were forced to travel alone because other lupes shied their company, then that would indicate a large failing on my behalf. Finally sapphires are revealed once again to land upon Dris in mock accusation. What have you done to my daughter? I asked with a slight smile, before scenter is buried in my mate’s perfumed scarf once more.
Dris()Relentless gaze followed the young lass as she seemed to sink towards the earth beneath the intensity mercury depths. For a moment, the matron was tempted to let her pair stray from her child at her lover's words.. It was amusing and yet irritating how the lord could keep his cool and tolerate the adolescent’s antics. Herself, she would have already dismissed the pup, rather than allow the girl her own choice of what she wished to do. Eyes roll and the fatal looked away, allowing the bloke to take his time with their offspring while she remained bored out of her mind. She could not always take over the discipline of their young and it would not do to interrupt Niravadhi and thereby rip his power from beneath his feet. Both needed to be respected by the beings their genes combined to create in order to raise proper wolves. Or rather; beasts that could take care of themselves. It was doubtless that such a task they could achieve, although both equally worried about it, probably. Tiny padders carried stone bodice away, yet the males attention failed to turn to his mate again and one glimpse towards the triplet group told her why. A chuckle escaped lips and one paw was extended towards the drake's countenance, batting at his cheek and muzzle in a playful manner. Devilish smile pulled across features as cobalt liquids became visible to her again, the question which he directed towards her drawling forth more laughter in reply. Ah, I have done nothing my dear. You have chosen to mate with me no? Her genes simply mirror mine. Ribbon flickers out and covers roan facade, a fuzzy, warm contentment bubbling within her abdomen as his tip stuck into her nape. Ah, there was no feeling like being with her one of a kind knight.
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 23:11:38 GMT -5
Zephyr-I grin at Lyulf, overly happy I could stay. I watched as Faolyn got in trouble with Dris. I didn’t envy her. Nira looked like a cool dad. Daddy had said that Nira was nice. Dris just looked scary when she glared like that. I chuckled lightly to myself, turning my attention back to the more important matters at hand. Yes he did I agree, plume wagging back and forth excitedly. I was about to launch into an explanation of the new move to trip up the opponent, when the silver queen swaggered over to Ly and myself. Privately I agreed whole-heartedly with Ly. Girls were annoying. Especially when they came with such smug, I’m-so-much-better-than-you looks. Nonetheless, daddy had taught me the good manners that I should display to other vargs that I hadn’t met before. Even if they were the annoying little sisters of my best mate. I eyed Faolyn suspiciously as directed her gaze at me, a pleasant smile upon her features. Ly had warned me she was tricky….but I hadn’t a clue what that really meant in practical application. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her overly confident manner. Girls. I am Zephyr. Nice to meet you I replied smoothly, puppy tones already a little bit deeper than they used to be. Inclining my head in the tiniest of bows I gave her the briefest of smiles since mummy had said that was etiquette, before I turned back to Ly. So, Ly. What do you think of a game of tag to warm up a little before we practice sparring? I ask light-heartedly, mossy gaze interlocking with sapphire. Fao had odd eyes. That weird sparkly grey colour that Dris had. I preferred Ly’s eyes. They were darker than Adah’s, but equally pretty. I flashed a grin at Ly before jumping towards him, snout pressing close to a metallic lobe. I say we make Faolyn “it” I whisper conspiratorially, before spinning about on my haunches to grin at Fao, before nudging her shoulder lightly. You’re it I laugh brightly, veering away from the silvery lass and cantering a couple of strides westwards, before turning to keep an eye on her.
Lyulf::No no no! Daddy, why? We don't want to play with Fao! She's devious and slippery and doesn't know how to play games the fun way. I can see she's not going to make this nice, because she doesn't even seem that interested until I say we don't want to play. Then her tricksy-cold eyes turn mischievous. She's planning something. Maybe she's going to destroy our game, or maybe she's going to make Zeph only talk to her... Or something. I know her. She won't let this go by. But now Zeph's talking again, and I turn to listen, harks flicking. I can trust Zeph not to let my little sib trick him, can't I? I trust him in everything else. But he just doesn't know... She's coming to us now, doing that sauntery-swaggery walk that means she knows something we don't. My kisser curls in dismay. Now we'll never be able to learn the new move! She'll just mess everything up. She gives me a look, a smug, see-me-get-what-I-want look, and otherwise just ignores me. My audits tip back in irritation. How come she's so mean? I never did nothing to her! I observe her walking up to Zeph, and then suddenly she changes, goes all friendly-nice, let's-be-pals, not like her usual self at all. I'm horrified. That's what she's doing! She's gonna turn Zeph against me! Come on, Zeph, I think. You know what she's like. Don't fall for it. And he doesn't! He talks, just to be polite, but he isn't interested. I grin triumphantly. Ha! Take that, little sib! See, now he turns back to me, and suggests a game of tag. My whipping-whirling tassle starts to beat. "Sure," I say enthusiastically. "But only a short one. I want to learn that new move, and start using it." On my little sister, I think, but don't say. Truth be told, this seems like a good plan, playing tag. There's no way my denmate can mess up tag, is there? And I've never played it with three before. It'll be so much more fun. Then Zeph leans in, and says something to make it even better. Maw slants into a grin, voids narrow with glee. Fao isn't nearly as big, or fast as we are, and she hasn't played tag as much, either. She'll never catch us! I give my friend a swift, secretive nod, and ready my limbs... In a flash, he's by her side, tagging her, and we're both off. I shoot from a standstill into a rolling sprint, in the opposite direction to Zeph. "Catch me if you can, little sis!" I call, laughing and elated by our trickery.
Faolyn::Pleasant smile grew wider as the lad whom the lass had been addressing offered a bow and a smile after replying with her question with his name. Chin lifted a bit with pride, jaws parting to offer a retort to the male, but any lyrics which were about to escape were cut off by the one whom the fatal had intended to address, bringing the bitterest of frowns to young facade. Disgruntled guise turns to the sibling while he speaks an answer to the other, revealing their plans for the next little while, but the damsel is too engrossed in her brooding to really notice or appreciate the future. How could the stranger, whom she now knew as Zephyr, be so rude as to instantly ignore her and instead turn his attention to her brother? Lyulf was not really that interesting. He was stinky and snored really loud in his sleep.. And besides, SHE was the woman out of this trio. Did that not count for anything? Faolyn was the pretty one; the one whose hips could sashay like she had often seen some of the older females doing occasionally. Lyulf to her was just plain boring, except when he played with her. The reason Zephyr paid more attention to her brother now was probably because they were both boys. Yes! Yes, that is it! They were both stupid, smelly, dirty boys who were conspiring against her. They would regret it someday when they were all grown into their adult bodies. Then the other pup would not be so quick to ignore her! As satisfaction curbed the maiden's discontent, the other's excitement slowly broke through to her and she quickly caught the disease too. With figure bouncing happily around, little giggles burst forth, all coming to a halt when Zephyr turned to her and got real close. Bodice froze and a brilliant smile pulled across features as the bloke smiled at her, bumping into her shoulder gently and telling her she was it. For a moment, the girl remained in a weak daze, gaze following the ebony stature as it dashed away. Hind legs crumpled and silver rump crashed to the earth, the little fea drunk upon the feeling of love. Yes, the dear little daughter of a demoness was experiencing her first crush. The taunting tunes of Lyulf were the things which drew her out of her dreamland, mercury depths instantly alert and searching for her litter mate's system as he dashed off into the woods. Grin pulled across facade and with a happy yip, the vixen sprinted off after the other figure, confident that she would catch him one way or the other. She may not be a big as her sibling, but the dame sure had inherited her father's speed along with her mother's figure.
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