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Metanoia - Odin - May 29, 2016 [dohtml] His sister seemed more and more intent on making her escape past that bright wall and into wherever it was that mother went when she left them to sleep, but the boy wasn't so sure he wanted her to go out there first. Sharp blue eyes watched the way her chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, indicating that she must be sound asleep. Now was the perfect opportunity to go out there and make sure it was safe for her. Pudgy legs gathered beneath the boy as he pushed up the steep slope and towards the light, a tightness in his chest and butterflies in his belly as he drew closer, Now how did mother do it? Head low, shoulders hunched and through. The brightness was overwhelming, a large looming shape close enough to make the boy squeak with concern as he back-pedalled into the safety of the world he knew. A bold attempt at a growl (more a purr) thrown at the big wolf, warning them to stay away. So hasty was his retreat that he tumbled right over the top of @Kara and found himself seated at her back. A concerned whine was sent forth, both worried for any injury he might have caused her and fear of the thing outside. RE: Metanoia - Wraith - May 29, 2016 Teaching - Post 1
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Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - May 29, 2016 There is a rabbit's nest nearby. +1 Health RE: Metanoia - Odin - May 29, 2016 [dohtml] The booming laugh made the chunky child cringe, hiding behind his sisters flank until he realised just what he was doing. A warning squeak was sent forward then, Come any closer and I'll bite off your face! as he stepped back over his poor sibling to stand splay legged to protect her from the monster. The more it spoke the bolder the dark boy grew, moving forward on steady feet, neck outstretched and dark nose wiggling. It looked a bit like mother, and smelled a bit like mother but it sounded nothing like her. A rather cross expression was thrown at the large blurry dark as the child growled a warning again, Don't move, another stiff step taken forward, and another. The child reached out close enough for the fur on @Wraith's underside to brush his nose. A more forceful prod was given then as he searched for where the food comes from, only meeting hard muscles and bone where his mother was soft and full. The next noise he made was clearly intended as an accusation. Who was this sham that sat where his mother should be? And why was there no food? He could feel it already, he was fading away - little more than a shadow. Oh but he was too young to die from starvation. Mournfully the child lamented for a life not yet lived, too consumed by the absence of his mother, (and his sister who surely too would starve!) to notice the dirt beneath his paws had given way to grass and over his head the world was open - so very unlike the cramped little hole he had been living in. RE: Metanoia - Wraith - May 30, 2016 Teaching - post 2
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RE: Metanoia - Odin - Jun 14, 2016 [dohtml] The big not mother moved and the boy trundled forward to fill the space it had left, blinking rather rapidly as it suddenly became clear he was outside. Small blue eyes squinted against the glare of the unfamiliar sun looking altogether displeased with this latest development. As he moved to scramble over the legs splayed before him, he spied the 'floof wiggle' attached to this large wolf, much like it was to his mother and while he was not waving it around in a way to entice the child to play with it, the way the wind teased the hairs was still terribly inviting to one so small. Clearly captivated it should not have come as a surprise when the boy gathered his strength to scramble over the final limb, teeth closing on plush fur and paws wrapping possessively around the appendage. Any attempt at movement would be met with another possessive growl. With his sister still soundly asleep underground he didn't have to share and Wraith's dark tail seemed so much more interesting than his mothers, out here in the sun where the light could catch the fine detail of each individual hair. No, this floof wiggle was his now, and he wasn't going to share it with @Kara. RE: Metanoia - Wraith - Jun 17, 2016 Teaching - Reply 3
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RE: Metanoia - Odin - Sep 11, 2016 The voice took the boy by surprise, with a jolt, small rounded ears turned his face to look upon @Wraith's with curiosity and wonder (although he failed to release the floof-wiggle, it was his now!) Wonder quickly melted to a more challenging glance, followed by a growl. No, the big couldn't have it! His growl was cut short when the tongue passed up his back, jaws agape with a squeak, Odin released the tail as he rolled onto his back, all pudgy belly and tiny wiggling legs protesting the sudden ticklish sensation. He made his displeasure known with small grunts and snorts as he tried to regain his footing, accusatory glare thrown at the big. What did he think this was?! Only ma does that! Paws slapped the ground as the boy bowed down, tail waving high over his back as he unleashed a sharp bark, making his displeasure clearly known. Each step forward was followed by two back, interspaced with barks as he looked this way and that, waiting for the next attack! He wouldn't be caught unawares again! Ooo! the little pup growled. I'll get you yet! One last defiant charge was made, head tucked low and eye squeezed shut. Who did he think he was dealing with?! RE: Metanoia - Wraith - Sep 18, 2016 Teaching - reply 4
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RE: Metanoia - Odin - Oct 12, 2016 His charge was halted by a solid weight on his head, the lad still trying to push forward, moving his head this way and that looking for a weak point that never existed. His struggling finally wore the boy down as he plopped onto his bottom, head canting at the strange words spoken. In time he would come to learn them, but for now, all he could do was puzzle over the sound and try not to flinch at the seemingly sudden laugh that followed it. Well, that was supposed to be a good sound, wasn't it? So the needle-toothed toddler smiled in response. Sister was one word he did have a grasp on, and at the mention of Kára he began to flounce back to the den, an echoing bark thrown into the darkness where she slept. There was an audible grumble in response, the sound of a shifting body as the red child rolled over, clearly too pooped from whatever prior adventures she had undertaken to be roused by her brothers insistent demands. Well she wasn't much fun at all was she? Dissapointed he turned back to the big dark, looking at the larger wolf expectantly. Now what were they gonna do? |