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Post by Kitty on Sept 6, 2008 17:54:11 GMT -5
His tail came back to life once more as he continued to listen as best he could ... it was rather hard for him to sit still after all. nd, as that thought seemed to cross his mind, he made his way up to a sitting position once again and, when she laughed, he did to.
Ooooooh .... Magic! Your uncle sounds really cool.
He thumped his tail a bit herder against the ground, his little toes twitching in excitement.
My family is kind of boring ... buuuuuuut Papa can light himself on fire and says he's going to teach me about it.
He grinned broadly, obviously pleased with the prospect of doing more with flames then just wearing them. This only made his excitement level grow and he sprang up onto all four of his paws and pranced a circle around her. He backed up a bit and made a short pounce to land at her paws with his front end lowered and his hind end up, a soft, playful growl ringing from his throat. Maybe she'd want to play? |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 6, 2008 18:06:51 GMT -5
Rhiannon smiled warmly at Casanova. She missed Bernard quite a bit, she'd found. Being a King was a busy life and it had been a long time since she'd had a good chance to work with him on her abilities. She'd have to talk to Xiven about that when she returned and see if she couldn't work something out. After all, every lesson with the mage made her a more powerful King to the feline. "He is an incredible man.[/b]" she said with an easy smile, her tail slowly swaying from side to side.
"Hey now, aren't you burning enough?[/b]" she barked, then raised her eyebrows. Oho, he wanted to play, did he? Apocalypse groaned in her mind, moving further from her conscious thought - he didn't want to be any part of this kind of game.
Rhiannon, however, dropped into a play bow as well, eyes glinting beneath purple bangs. Her tail was held high as she watched him wiggle all around her, letting out her own soft growl. Being a coyote, it sounded... rather strange, but her intent was the same - she wanted to play as well.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 6, 2008 18:31:06 GMT -5
When she assumed the play position as well he let a happy little yip and that tail of his went absolutely crazy, it was a wonder it didn't knock him over. finally, someone wanted to play! his siblings didn't like to tussle with him anymore, course that was probably because he accidentaly burned them, and his mother didn't really know how .... and papa was busy .... But that didn't matter now, it was playtime!
He hopped forward and nipped at her paws, being exceptionally gentle with his teeth the whole time, and another little growl came to his throat. He was a puppy, so it wasn't very impressive, but he didn't mind. He also didn't mind that his present playmate was at least twice his size either. Lucky for her he was also thinking about his wings and kept them tucked tightly against his sides .... it was terribly unpleasant when he burned people, and burnt fur smelt ... horrible to boot. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 6, 2008 19:12:16 GMT -5
There was a part of Rhiannon that the woman hadn't considered for years, something inside of her that was childish, easily excitable, and still absolutely enamored with the world and ll the beautiful things that filled it. It had become a quiet part of her when she was still very young, and it hadn't shown its face for years.
It came to the front of her mind now, filling her mind with the simple joy of being alive.
She knew how to play this game all too well, dropping to the ground as her much-larger brother had done so often for her, still growling like a mad-thing. If she was on the ground, it would be much harder for her to accidentally squish the puppy that was darting at her paws. She let out a mock-yelp as he bit at her feet, rolling onto her back and waving her paws desperately at him, growling constantly.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 7, 2008 22:50:48 GMT -5
He was actually the smallest of his litter ... but it just wasn't something that ever bothered him, neither did the fact that the number on his chest was the lowest as well, not yet anyhow. For now he was just living in that blissful little state where pretty much everything was interesting, to some extent at least, and most things were still new. And Rhiannon was doing quite a good job at feeding those simple pleasures to.
When she flipped on her back and flailed her paws he hopped to and fro, yipping and wagging his tail like mad. And then, finally, he pounced and moved his maw to try and capture one of her limbs with his teeth, being a bit rougher then he had been before but probably not enough to hurt. He also put his ears halfway back and tugged, growling all the while. This was .... terribly fun! |
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Post by Kiki on Sept 11, 2008 7:55:54 GMT -5
Kitty and Xenon receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 14, 2008 2:31:36 GMT -5
Even if he was being rough, Rhiannon wouldn't wince in the slightest. As cute as the boy was, he had a marked disadvantage in the world - the patches of brown swirled coat that peeked their way through his bright fire tones would almost certainly be picked out by the majority of society. Not everyone would be as understanding, either. Rhiannon's own father was a good example of such a person. Nova needed to learn things from play now - how to fight. The woman had learned a great deal herself from time spent wrestling with her much larger brother.
Besides, any nips that his tiny puppy teeth gave her were unlikely to actually cause her any sort of lasting harm.
When he captured her paw she pulled back on it, eyes narrowed dramatically as she tugged with him before finally letting herself go limp, laughing all the while. "You're going to be quite the warrior when you're older, Nova![/b]" she announced, tail wagging cheerfully as she rolled back over, lightly bumping her nose against his in a playful gesture. "How many siblings do you have? I'm sure you cream them all on a regular basis.[/b]"
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Post by Kitty on Sept 14, 2008 12:13:40 GMT -5
He wasn't simply going to release her paw now that he had it, no ... he was going to make her fight for it as much as he could. His growl deepened and he bit down harder on the paw before it was taken from his maw and his ears drooped ever so slightly in disappointment. They didn't stay that way for long though and popped right back up when she started to speak.
Momma says fighting is wrong though.
When she started to roll back over he took a step or two back so she wouldn't roll on him or get to close to his wings. When her nose touch his his tail stopped for a moment before swaying side to side slowly as he gave her a little nip.
Two ... but my sister never wants to play and my brother won't ever since he got me with his ... his ... talons, that's what momma calls them. They're huge.
And his tail returned to it's faster paced wagging as a grin settled it's self on his muzzle. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 14, 2008 23:55:09 GMT -5
Whoever the boy's mother was, he or she certainly had different values than Rhiannon's parents, or even Rhiannon when it came right down to it. She wouldn't go against another parent's teachings, however, and swallowed her immediate reply. "No, it's not. You should never fight unless... Unless you need to protect someone.[/b]" that would be safe, right? It was important for children to know when that which was normally wrong became right.
Rhiannon raised her rump into the air slightly, keeping her upper body low as she looked like she was preparing to leap, eyes narrowed. Talons, eh? Sounded like the boy had quite the family... "...Betcha can't catch me.[/b]" she said, voice lowered in a dare. If neither of his siblings would play, she couldn't imagine how much the play time he managed to get in would mean to him.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 17, 2008 18:42:48 GMT -5
He flicked his ears forward and tilted his head to the side as he listened. That made sense, nothing could be wrong under all circumstances, right? Letting things just slide over your shoulder was a nice skill to have but he always did feel angry when people picked on his brother, or his sister but ... it was worse with Brokat. His triple breed brother was just so .... sensitive and took all those things to heart and, well ... people just weren't accepting of him really. He wouldn't want any physical harm to come to the other boy so .... maybe he could protect him after all? The older canine seemed smart enough to believe, right?
Her movements brought his attention back to the here and now and out of his thoughts. So she wasn't done playing yet? Awesome! He flopped his front end down on the ground, mimicking her own pose, and growled... was that a challenge? He wiggled his little flame wings and stilled his tail in anticipation.
Bet I can! |
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