trippin' and stumblin'

[jaffe]

COBAIN ::

Slowly the tyke made his way around the path of the creek. It was a wonderful day, streams of sunlight produced a rich glow of golden around the tyke's body. Each piece of fur warmed slowly. Ah it felt good. The pain from the abrasion around his nape, didnt even bother him. But his stomach was.

Darthyn had taken the pup in. And ever since life had been good. Leaving the nursery and nesting hollow, Cobain wanted to explore. Not knowing of the dangers that lurked behind every corner, he had left alone. Seeing the creek, the tyke sped up. A swim would be lovely. Tripping over his short extensions, Cobain stumbled the rest of the way to the creeks edge. Oh how he wished there was someone to play with.

[x.Torment.x]

x.Neveah.x

The soft footsteps of another being then touched down upon the creeks bank. But this being wasn't a puppy. No, it was a young adult female known as Neveah who had recently become a stray. She had been an outdoor dog for the most part and knew how to take care of herself when it happened, but the emotional part of the separation had been the only part bothering her. Yet, she seemed to hide her messed up emotional state quite well, having been determined to move on from the incident and move on.

This morning the chocolate pelted femme fatal was out hunting for her breakfast. What was on the menu: Fish, rabbit, or perhaps squirrel. As she came about the bend of the river she saw the small sillhouette of a pup before her and her harks flicked forth alertly as she saw him headed for the water. What's a young pup like that doing out here near the creek all by himself... she thought to herself before she then continued towards him and came to stand next to him.

"Hello there, little one... What brings you here this morning?" spoke the female as she looked back to him. She was 3/4 wolf and 1/4 alaskan Malmute, her pelt being chocolate brown while her eyes were of dual colors, one being silver and the other blue. Yet, despite her wild background she seemed quite nice. At least towards pups she was. "Are you hungry? I was just about to scrounge myself up some breakfast if you wanted any." [/size]

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Almost out of no where, there appeared Zeppelin. The border collie pup spotted the other pup and bounded over, his tail wagging furiously. He wasn't one for playing, but he'd been quite lonely lately. However, he skidded to a halt when he spotted Neveah.

She didn't look mean, but it was more the fact that she was bigger, could kill him, and was very beautiful. He stared up at her for a few moments, before looking down. Shuffling his paws, he didn't know what he really should do, but figured he might as well introduce himself.

Looking back up, glancing at both of the dogs, before resting his gaze on Neveah. "I'm Zeppelin." he said, black and white head dipping in a bit of a bow.

[jaffe]

COBAIN::

Jumping around quickly to face Neveah, he watched her colsely. Sure he was hungry but was it right to take from another? He didn't know what to say or answer. Then out of nowhere came Zeppelin. Odd. Harks perked forward and his tail which happened to look like a curlyfry, started to wag feriously. The pup stepped colser to Neveah, and rubbed gently against her tall lean extensions.

"My names Cobain, that would awwwfully nice to have something to eat.

He looked to Neveah and then to Zeppelin. This was nice to have company. Though he wasn't sure what to do about Zeppelin, he was about the same age it seemed maybe a bit older. Slowly he made his way towards the other tyke, taking compelte caution to him. Half way he turned around and ran back to Neveah hiding behind her large build.

[x.Torment.x]

Neveah's attention shifted quite suddenly as yet another being stepped out into the clearing and introduced himself as Zepplin only for the pup moments later to introduce himself as Cobain. Soft smile lit the femme's maw as she looked to the two. "It's nice to meet you both.. I'm Neveah." she told them with a swish of her brown tail.

She then glanced back to the pup of whom was hiding behind her leg and smiled as she gently stepped to the side. "No need to hide, little one. He seems friendly. Now, shall we go catch something for breakfast?" she said to the young whelp before looking back to Zepplin as a smile graced her maw. "You're quite welcome to join as well if you wish. The more help the better. "

[jaffe]

Following where Neveah put her leg, the pup tried to stay hidden. Watching the other pup, rubbing up against Neveah. Food, she kept talking about hunting. He wanted to go, though he wouldn't be much help. Harks perked forward and urly tail wagged feriously now.

That a pretee name, Navaha.

Trying to say the femme's name as best as he could. He wondered what Darthyn would think if he were to find him here not at the nursery. Oh well. A growl escaped from his stomach and started to play with Neveah's sliky fur. Wet onynx nose rummaging through it. Little dentals nipping at it gently. A small bark escaped from his chambers.

[solisticeofwinter]

Mis.under.stood

The full mirage of happiness floated far from the fae that walked along with emerald paths, tawny gray fur dull and lost in the times. Her size and figure made her seem dangerous, and her appearance was quite shocking. She was a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, and many times she was taunted for the looks she was cursed to be born with. Her amber eyes had a dull tune rising in them. She plodded along the path, head and tail drooping. Her tail hung and dragged on the ground, clouting dirt and snagging stones that riddled the path. Her mixed pelt colors were blazing hot in the summer morning sunlight, her jaws parted open as she panted profusely. Her white daggers were stained with yellow tinges and her long tongue was a magenta hue. Deep eyes of amber tint sparkled with some form of life.


Where are you going Raksha? Every place is Hell for you... She muttered darkly inside her own mind, her crania buzzing with the painful way of thinking. The question asked by her own person, was a difficult one to answer. Nobody wanted her company, she looked to much like a 'savage beast'. Her self esteem was clouded and torn, too many tears shed for the endured torture. Her beloved home was gone, she no longer had a home and all the dogs antagonized her by her heritage. There was no wolf-blood coursing through her veins; only the blood of dog.


She kept traveling the path until she saw a trio of dogs talking in deep conversation. Her reclusive nature was beginning to set in, but she saw a pup in the midst. She felt a pang of sorrow; he looked slightly lame in his muscles and a little 'off' per se. She saw the other dog, a pretty husky dog, and a small collie dog. She felt no threat from them, and slowly advanced, her tail swishing in a friendly way.

[x.Torment.x]

The wolfen femme’s eyes softened as she looked down upon the two pups, smile tracing her maw as her plush banner of dark brown traced the atmos behind her. ”Thank you, Cobain.” she told the young pup that had seemingly taken a great liking to her. Lowering her maw she let her cold, wet nose gently brush his cheek in a nuzzle before she looked to Zepplin and did the same.

The femme then lifted her head as she sauntered on ahead slowly, glancing back to the pups as she waited for them to catch up to her. There was no rush in getting breakfast, for all the food that was there would certainly still be there when the pups caught up to her side. ”What would you two like to have for breakfast?” she asked the whelps as she walked alongside of them, her stride being smooth and easy going.

Neveah had never been around pups, but something about being with them caused her to grow tender and made her feel happy. They were so small compared to her, and so loving. She wished that she had some of her own to take care of so she’d have a companion for when she was wandering about, but pups for herself would be coming soon enough.

The femme’s attention lightly averted from the pups as she awaited their responses as she looked ahead of them to see where a good direction to head in would be. That’s when it hit her, another scent upon the wind. But not only did she get a scent, no, she also got to see just who and what it was that she was scenting. It was a female, a hybrid like herself, her pelt being of the timber coloration. Neveah paused in her footsteps then as she looked to the femme curiously, cautiously. And she discovered yet another odd feeling. A maternal instinct to protect and keep the whelps safe.

From the look of the pups, neither was the pup of this femme, but Neveah wasn’t quite sure how to think of the female as a whole, either. She didn’t know her, she didn’t know her temperament, and the soft sway of the femme’s tail gave her little comfort. Lightly lowering her head as she spoke to both pups, she spoke to them softly. ”Stay behind me until we get to know her a lil better.” She then looked back to the female and continued to advance with her plume slightly raised, her ears held erect with curiosity. ”Hello there. How are you doing today?” she spoke to the femme as she came to stand about 10 feet from her. ”What brings you here? I was just about to see what I could do about rustling up some food for these whelps.” she said as she gave a brief swish of her banner, her steel and cobalt optics looking to the eyes of the other female.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Zeppelin shrugged," I'm good with anything." he said, realizing how hungry he was. When he spotted another femme, a herding dog like himself, but with different colouring and breed, her followed Neveah's orders, standing behind her. He didn't want to seem cowardly, but Neveah seemed nice, and he could tell she'd protect him

He stuck his head out, watching the other Fae, worry in his eyes. He had always been the worrisome type, usually preferring to watch and keep the peace, rather than play, or disturb it.

[solisticeofwinter]

Mis.under.stood

The soft thrum of paws headed off into her direction as Raksha watched the approached fae and the pups. Her twitching nose drew in the scents, the hybrid dog and the smaller ones. Raksha rested a pair of subtle amber eyes on the group, and tucked her hind legs under herself into a relaxed sit. Raksha sensed the hesitation off the group, and she understood. She was the Czech dog, often misunderstood.


Pondering the thoughts of the day and trying to find a place to rest the criticizing view of the stray mutts back in that dump of a city. There was a deep tone of anger, but the friendly voice rang clearer, her hackles smooth and her face relaxed with an expression of deep content.


"If you wish to learn my name, call me Raksha if you wish. I have been called many names in my life time, and it is a relief to hear the one I was born with." There was a resigned tone to it, and she sat there, watching the group.

[jaffe]

Crawling underneath Neveah's tall body, he watched the other other fae. Nuzzling Neveah's chest gently. Curiosity was getting to the best of him but he stayed put nipping at a fly near him. A few barks escaped him. It was getting warm now that the sun had fully risen.

He was hungry. And Neveah had asked what was wanted for breakfast, oh he would take anything. Just to fill his stomach. A yawn escaped from his maw, before going back to play with Neveah's fur hanging off her belly. He stayed close to Neveah and not wanting to go any further. She was like a mom to him. Instantly taking a liking to her. He had no mother. Or a father. If it wasn;t for Darthyn he would have died. Thats the closet thing he had to family.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Zeppelin relaxed, feeling bad for automatically getting defensive against the Czech dog. He nodded to her, finding her to seem more like him, or at least so far; calm and relaxed, but could get mean if necessary. He sat down next to Neveah, watching the dog.

[x.Torment.x]

Neveah smiled softly as she looked to the other femme fatal, her plume lightly moving slightly into a sway as she watched her. "Well, Raksha, it's nice to meet you. I'm Neveah, and these two pups are Zepplin and Cobain.. " spoke the chocolate pelted femme as she glanced down at Cobain with a smile before she then looked to Zepplin.

A rumble of hunger growled through her stomach and she realized that the pups must be hungry as well. Hm.. Perhaps this new female could help out with catching breakfast. Looking back to Raksha she smiled. "I was looking to help these two catch breakfast. Would you like to help as well? I'm sure we'll all catch a bite to eat much faster if we use teamwork." spoke Neveah as her harks flicked forward.

As the sun rose a bit higher and through the trees she could feel her pelt start to warm, though the cool air of morning was still about. They'd have to start hunting soon or the rabbits and other small mammals would head back to their hiding spots leaving the pups hungry. She herself didn't mind being hungry, but the motherly instinct to keep the pups well fed was quite strong. Hunting for them would help her get ready for her own litter. A bit of experience, you could say.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Zeppelin's gaze flickered between the two femme's, before resting on Neveah. His stomach growling and he pawed at the ground, sort of to signify how hungry he was. Yawning, he sat down, looking at Cobain. He himself was too old pull of what the other pup did. The pup couldn't have been more than 3 months old, while he registered at 7 months old.

He sat down, waiting for whatever happened next.

[x.Torment.x]

(( Grrr. We need an order to go in..... And I think it should go Hurricane, Torment, Skittles, then Solstice.

You know, in the order that we entered this post? ))