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Post by kid16 on Feb 10, 2007 23:47:46 GMT -5
Slowly tinker made her way back to the den where she had left her pups. It was freezing and she didnt need to be away, but she had to feed. She moved into the den, moving both her pups deeper inside and lay there, shivering , as she tryed to warm her pups and herself up. After the birth, she had been alone.. no one to help her and no one to care for her. She whimpered ... she had also been sick, but had to keep from getting to sick for her pups sakes ... what would happen ... monocco was after more femmes .. and spreading his seeds. She curled up and closed her optics, her breaths raspy as she continued to lay shivering ... Oh how she wished she had not done this ... how she wished that she should have found a mate ... but she had to be a _ _ _ _ and go with Monocco. She finally fell into a deep sleep, warming a bit as her back was pointed towards the entrance.
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Post by S a r d o n i c;; on Feb 11, 2007 0:58:39 GMT -5
A wolf slowly walked into a small cavern, eyes glaring behind him as if angery at the drifting snow which blew by in small, clouds of swirling white. He snorted, steams abrupting from his mostrels, flooding the air for a short moment with tier heat, causing a small cloud of steam to form. He turned his eyes back to look infront of his path, and was not surprised to see a wolf already in there. He sighed, and was about to turn around when he heard an aknowalagable squeal of a pup. He looked back and furrowed his 'brows, turning, quietly creeping up behind the motionless wolf, trying not to disturb her is was not dead, but resting. He peered over her and saw the small, fur bundles. He sighed to himself, glancing back from the swirling snow clouds to the female. Without a word, he slowly and quietly layed his body down beside the she-wolfs, trying the best he could not to disturb her. He sighed, body beside, and slightly beneath the sleeping fems. He had his paws streached before him, but kept his head up, staring blankly at the rough wall. Harks twitched everynow and then as the wind whistled outside the cave. Poor wolf. We all make mistakes though, don't we? [/color]
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Post by kid16 on Feb 11, 2007 9:28:55 GMT -5
She still lay shivering slightly, unknowing that beside her was another. She was tired, from the long hours of giving birth, and hunting in the freezing cold. She moved a bit, before getting comfortable again around her pups. When morning came, she opened her optics, and looked to her sleeping pups, and gently began to groom them, before she looked around. Immediatly alarmed by the other, she stood, between her pups and him ... although he could probably take her and get to her pups ... but she noticed he was laying close beside her. She watched him, before lowering her bod once more and softly speaking " who are you ... " vocals spoke gently, before bodice again curled around her still sleeping pups.
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Post by Parel on Feb 12, 2007 14:17:58 GMT -5
Cold, it was so cold and hunger would not stop knwawwing at his stomach. Mama? Monoco? whos presence is that. Auds lifted, unplugged from his plate, Lids rose softly, slowly. Chestnunt portals glared at the unknown figure, then towards his mother. Oh, how 'disrespectful' to stare at your mother so disrespectfully Reve. Pah, please he hated her for everything. She was the reason he was starving, had noone to call daddy, was freezing. If she hadnt been such sllut they would be with Poinetta and FLame warm, snug and happy and fed. Or maybe he would of ceased to exist and escaped this hurt. Stilts weakly dragged his iron carcass to the protection and warmth of Mama's chain. Hungry, so hungry. Appendai stood, nerves twitching and shaking under the force. Pads quietly walked to her belly. Maw snapped down on Tinker, latching. Curvature boldly sucked drinking the rancid milk, it was so dry. Enamels dug into Tinker's flesh, cuting, poking his needle like teeth in. Blood, blood tainted the never sweet milk and yet there was no change in taste. Why? why was it so cold.
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Post by kid16 on Feb 12, 2007 21:07:26 GMT -5
She yelped gently as she felt his teeth in her side, before looking to her pup and sighing. She would have to feed soon or she would loose both, and then she would feel as if she had lost eveything and would not make a good mother , and would stop having pups. She looked towards the brute once more, before cleaning her pups gently
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Post by S a r d o n i c;; on Feb 13, 2007 1:55:03 GMT -5
Startled by the fem's sudden outbusrt, Kurse had leaped backward, and just stood, looking at her, not an answer dancing emotion on his facial expression upon lean dial. "I'm....Kurse"
He said quietly, looking her over, as if his name ment almost nothing to him, as if the question had to be thought about before he answered. Maybe he did. He slowly layed b ack down, but this time on the opposite side of her. He eyed the pups with little emotion, most definatally rolling out the expression of hunger and greed. I only can guess what brought these children here, even though the father isn't. Forcebreeding. A growing case among the wolves. Why? He doesn't know. Probably because the kindness in the lupin is running out with time. Malice has spread over them like a plauge. Deadly and painful. [/color]
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Post by kid16 on Feb 13, 2007 7:38:37 GMT -5
Tinke lay down, optics dull. She watched the other, before finally laying upon her side, feeling the hunger take effect. Wondering what to say she watched him, before looking to her pups, wondering how long it would be until they would finally pass on. With a soft sigh, she lay her skull back, but did not fall asleep, only stared to the jagged roof above them, still wondering why the brute was here, and had not decided to kill her pups while she lay in slumber .... or why he had not attacked her yet.
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Post by S a r d o n i c;; on Feb 13, 2007 14:07:48 GMT -5
Kurse eyed her. He sighed and stood up, slowly. He streched, jaws spreading in a gaping yawn. Pabrums smacked slightly before he padded over the the entrace of the den. It was almost impossible to see three feet out. He sighed and glanced back over to the female, before he turned, vanishing into the blizzard. He slowly trudged through the deepening forzen luquid, head turned sideways to try and keep dail from pointed dead bolt into it. His ears swiviled, and beneath the roaring and moaning of the blizzard's caotic howls, a light scratchingf souynd bouncede into his lobes. He stopped in his tracks.He slowly bwgan to dig through the snow, untill he came upon a small, fat rodent trying to climb through it. It a moment, the rodent was limp in his jaws. He looked about, but could see nothing. His deep tracks were begining to fade. He snarled and turned, following them. It was pure chaos.
When he saw the mouth of the den, he sighed in releif. Thank god he found it. He broek through te ice and plowed into the opening.He looked at the fem, and smiled. He slowly trotted over and dropped the rodent infront of her muzzle. [/color]
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Post by kid16 on Feb 13, 2007 17:10:20 GMT -5
Optics watched him leave in the pure of the storm and sighed softly, before closing her optics. Soon she opened her optics and looked to the rodent and looked to him, feeling sorry, for making him do this, then slowly she nudged it towards him and spoke softly " its your kill ... you may have it " she spoke softly " but thank you anyways " she spoke gently, licking his mug in a gentle, friendly way, before looking to her pups, before sighing and watching him. Why was he so kind to her ... why ... she didnt deserve any of this.
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Post by S a r d o n i c;; on Feb 14, 2007 22:58:28 GMT -5
'Brows furrowed slightly, reflecting a dispoistion of light disappointment and worry. He snorted, pushing it abruptly back at her, shaking his muzzle slowly. "I killed it for you. For your pups. For the god damn sake of saving the three of you." He said firmly, but his tone was soft and dazed like. He scooted backwards, out of range for her to beable to push the rodent back succesfully, and not get up. He looked at her again, the dipped his muzzle underneath his boa, which curled over his hind flank. [/color]
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