Secret Woodlands sadness and sorrow

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RE: sadness and sorrow - Bane - Jul 02, 2014

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She smiles when he mentions her children, her own attention turning to her rounded belly as he had, smoothing it over. Despite the fact that Hollow, the father to her children, was no longer here, it was without a doubt from her expression that she did not have any regrets for her pregnancy. Despite the fact that Hollow had not been a good mate to her, it did not mean that these pups could not be good children to her. After all, Bane had been born into the world as a fatherless child. These pups, he knew, would yet still have more then he had growing up - a mother who wanted them, cared for them and loved them. Having Nina as their mother, he could never feel sorry for them.

His tail padded against the ground as he sat, her question promptly a smile and a quirk of his brow in wonder. He scoots, his butt rubbing along the earth floor as he moves yet a bit closer, taking a moment to look at her belly once more as though to 'study' it before meeting the attention of her facial features. "I like Gregori... Cora, and oh! Pacem is pretty nice too." His muzzle reaches out with an interest, brushing the ruffled hairs along her rounded torso as she had but movements ago, hoping that he might feel something in there. "There." He spoke as his nose pressed to a certain placement of her side. "That one can be Pacem."

BANE Aranna

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RE: sadness and sorrow - Nina - Jul 20, 2014

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The woman remained silent, tensing slightly as Bane made his way closer to her growing stomach. The mother did not do anything to push him away though, remaining silent and waiting for the young man to speak. Nina trusted Bane and didn't think that the boy would do anything harmful for the children in her stomach. She had not raised the boy like that and expected much more from him than she did her own children. He was a fighter and extremely strong; Nina couldn't have been more proud. He had grown since he had been born. Bane had been lied to and ignored and eventually Nina had graciously taken him into her care and now she was more happy than ever that she had. The dark boy was extremely intelligent and fit in well with the wolves that he communicated with, she would have been thrilled to have been able to call him her own son.

She was broken from her thoughts when he finally spoke, a happy smile crossing Nina's face when he engaged with her question. She listened attentively, nodding her head along with the names that he was giving. When he finally settled on one, a pleased, soft growl rumbled in her throat. Opening her jaws, she spoke quickly, ”Pacem....that is a beautiful name, Bane, and I'm sure it will fit the pup as well.” She boldly nuzzled the dark boys cheek, even though he was much larger than her now. It still surprised her that they had grown up so quickly, but she was glad for it, because then she would be able to see them go off on their own and watch them make their own lives.

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RE: sadness and sorrow - Bane - Aug 06, 2014

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His tail waved in an obvious happiness, obviously comfortable with her presence. Unlike his own mother who often had kept her distance from him growing up due to how he had been conceived (and without having litter mates to keep him happy and social) Nina had made an attempt at always being there for him. Even as a Leader with children of her own, she had time for him where his true mother (and murdered father) had not. She trained him, scowled him and told him only and ever the truth. His trust in her and her trust in him was very obvious.

She had an agreement to the name he had picked out for one of the children. Whether she used it or not, of course, was up to the mother, but a certain hope laid in his gut in thinking that one of the children she had would be one he had personally named. To her touch, he embraces it, keeping to her side and as usual, falling to a quietness he had long since adopted. It was content, if anything, being in her presence for the time being and if she needed anything of him, he would be there...

BANE Aranna

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