Sex: Malehttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/NiosTable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top: 205px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align:justify;">The tyke unraveled on the ground, each limb stretching differently. A month old, he was getting bigger and often invaded the personal space of everyone within the den. If there was something touching him, he would kick, bite, or punch, until he had fought everyone away from any physical contact. His brown fur would ruffle in the coldness after a moment of isolation, and he would become very unhappy with his new found spot. Letting the breezy chill seep through his fur, the brute realized this hadn’t been a smart idea after all. Next time, he would not be so quick to go off on his own. Half-asleep, the frown pulled at his lips and his face twisted in regret. It was only a matter of time before he crawled back, hoping to be forgiven and embraced once more. It was nice and comforting, like a home should be, wrapped up in the fur of someone else. His eyes were still closed, mouth instinctively opening and chewing on the closest body-part. He didn’t open his eyes to see exactly see who or what was in his mouth, he only knew that it was soft and furry, and it belonged between his gums like a soother. He was a handsome little guy, full of potential, with black claws and paw-pads, a muscular muzzle, and long legs. He was a future heart-throb in training. That was only to be expected from the pups of such parents, Vaeta had it best. One look at her, and the world went quiet in awe. Still, Nios was far from ugly. With an extremely unique exterior the pup was born for attraction, which he would accept openly as he grew. His handsome features, and charming personality, Nios would grow to have a reputation with females.
That moment though, he just wanted to yip. A pup-like attempt at howling, his eye-lids flicked open, and he fully awoke. As soon as he finished his little song, he spat out whatever was in his mouth, and let his eyes feast upon his family. Mirren was close by, Vaeta was a good pouncing distance, but the boy didn’t dive in for either of them. Instead, he was drawn to the exit. Since birth he was curious about what actually was beyond the safety of his parents, and he’d be damned it any of his siblings found out before him. Each day he got closer and closer, cautiously peaking over his shoulder at his parents, both who were capable of scolding the daring young man. He avoided a bad outcome by taking a peak, then racing back before being noticed, but this time, he just sat and whimpered, pleading inside the den.
Of course he was scared. Who knew what was beyond these walls. There could be monsters, and creatures double the size of his mother who fed off boys like him for breakfast. He could see the light, which blinded him. A month in darkness had made his vision extremely sensitive. He clenched his wide beaming eyes shut, trying to find comfort in the darkness once more, but finding none. He was adorable, a bundle of life hidden beneath a dark brown fur and curious smile. When he strained his neck, a golden undercoat hit the shining light and reflected the outside world enchantingly. "Mama! Mama!"
His words broke the silence. Like the sound of thunder rippling across the sky, the child of Ruiko and Aeylen let his voice be heard. He had a soft tone, one that was pleasant and charming. It drew you in, made each word the climax of some intense story. It added onto his personality, how smooth he was, how he made others remember him, the way he spoke, the way he laughed, it was all very drawing. His chocolate brown ears tilted and spun, dancing like his spunky eyes in the brightness. He only sat for a moment further.
The boy spun on his paws, turning his back to the entrance. There were dangers past these walls Nios couldn’t even imagine, but he was ready to take them on, in theory. Of course, if a predator met Nios he would be no match at this age alone. He bet Mirren would be tough enough to survive longer than he, but would never admit it. Nios was brave, very instinctive, but he had an ego. The boy wasn’t sure if his brother and sister were awake, but it didn’t matter. He trampled over them towards his mother lovingly anyways, desperate for her touch and company. "Mama!"
His words were more of an explanation now, unlike before while he called her name for her attention. His mother was beautiful. She had the softest fur, amber eyes, and the most rhythmic heartbeat. Each second he listened to it he would find himself drifting off once more. The little man fell into her side, letting out a deep exhale of satisfaction as he inhaled her familiar scent. “Can we please leave the den now?”
He asked softly, just like any desperate child would. He was using his manners, searching for brownie points, nuzzling his mother, begging. His back-leg twitched, trying to kick himself closer. He was too charming for his own good. Turning on the persuasion, the boy batted his eye-lashes and looked up at his regal mother as if she was the best thing. His tail wagged, like a swinging branch any contact would cause pain, which was just what he wanted. He stuck his butt out in an attempt to hit either Mirren or his sister, something he could blame was an accident, though he knew better. "I'm so tired of it here."
Overdramatic, carrying the ‘so’ until he was coughing with the effort, highlighting each word, it was quite obvious he was bored. He wanted to do everything he possibly could in the twenty four hours he had, and resting was not one of them! He never wanted to sleep. He wanted to run, and hunt, and fight. Of course, he had no idea how to hunt, he was a clumsy runner, and he’d only fought with his siblings, but he still wanted to learn. He didn’t want to be carried around by the scruff in his mother’s mouth, dangling limply like a wet towel. He wanted to feel the ground as he ran. Not at all aggressively, an upper-lip rose to show tiny teeth and he tried to grab some of his mother’s fur, pulling her towards the exit with needy paws pressed up against her side. "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"
He released his soft hold on her pelt, a mistake he would quickly regret. By letting go, he had nothing to hold him forward, and so he fell on his back into the pile of siblings below. Paws straining out in an attempt to grab hold of something, he let out a sulking whimper and embraced himself in pity. "Please?"
That moment though, he just wanted to yip. A pup-like attempt at howling, his eye-lids flicked open, and he fully awoke. As soon as he finished his little song, he spat out whatever was in his mouth, and let his eyes feast upon his family. Mirren was close by, Vaeta was a good pouncing distance, but the boy didn’t dive in for either of them. Instead, he was drawn to the exit. Since birth he was curious about what actually was beyond the safety of his parents, and he’d be damned it any of his siblings found out before him. Each day he got closer and closer, cautiously peaking over his shoulder at his parents, both who were capable of scolding the daring young man. He avoided a bad outcome by taking a peak, then racing back before being noticed, but this time, he just sat and whimpered, pleading inside the den.
Of course he was scared. Who knew what was beyond these walls. There could be monsters, and creatures double the size of his mother who fed off boys like him for breakfast. He could see the light, which blinded him. A month in darkness had made his vision extremely sensitive. He clenched his wide beaming eyes shut, trying to find comfort in the darkness once more, but finding none. He was adorable, a bundle of life hidden beneath a dark brown fur and curious smile. When he strained his neck, a golden undercoat hit the shining light and reflected the outside world enchantingly. "Mama! Mama!"
His words broke the silence. Like the sound of thunder rippling across the sky, the child of Ruiko and Aeylen let his voice be heard. He had a soft tone, one that was pleasant and charming. It drew you in, made each word the climax of some intense story. It added onto his personality, how smooth he was, how he made others remember him, the way he spoke, the way he laughed, it was all very drawing. His chocolate brown ears tilted and spun, dancing like his spunky eyes in the brightness. He only sat for a moment further.
The boy spun on his paws, turning his back to the entrance. There were dangers past these walls Nios couldn’t even imagine, but he was ready to take them on, in theory. Of course, if a predator met Nios he would be no match at this age alone. He bet Mirren would be tough enough to survive longer than he, but would never admit it. Nios was brave, very instinctive, but he had an ego. The boy wasn’t sure if his brother and sister were awake, but it didn’t matter. He trampled over them towards his mother lovingly anyways, desperate for her touch and company. "Mama!"
His words were more of an explanation now, unlike before while he called her name for her attention. His mother was beautiful. She had the softest fur, amber eyes, and the most rhythmic heartbeat. Each second he listened to it he would find himself drifting off once more. The little man fell into her side, letting out a deep exhale of satisfaction as he inhaled her familiar scent. “Can we please leave the den now?”
He asked softly, just like any desperate child would. He was using his manners, searching for brownie points, nuzzling his mother, begging. His back-leg twitched, trying to kick himself closer. He was too charming for his own good. Turning on the persuasion, the boy batted his eye-lashes and looked up at his regal mother as if she was the best thing. His tail wagged, like a swinging branch any contact would cause pain, which was just what he wanted. He stuck his butt out in an attempt to hit either Mirren or his sister, something he could blame was an accident, though he knew better. "I'm so tired of it here."
Overdramatic, carrying the ‘so’ until he was coughing with the effort, highlighting each word, it was quite obvious he was bored. He wanted to do everything he possibly could in the twenty four hours he had, and resting was not one of them! He never wanted to sleep. He wanted to run, and hunt, and fight. Of course, he had no idea how to hunt, he was a clumsy runner, and he’d only fought with his siblings, but he still wanted to learn. He didn’t want to be carried around by the scruff in his mother’s mouth, dangling limply like a wet towel. He wanted to feel the ground as he ran. Not at all aggressively, an upper-lip rose to show tiny teeth and he tried to grab some of his mother’s fur, pulling her towards the exit with needy paws pressed up against her side. "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"
He released his soft hold on her pelt, a mistake he would quickly regret. By letting go, he had nothing to hold him forward, and so he fell on his back into the pile of siblings below. Paws straining out in an attempt to grab hold of something, he let out a sulking whimper and embraced himself in pity. "Please?"
