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03-01-2014, 01:53 AM
I'm distracted, my attention is completely focused on the little child that I have before me. She is so precious, and she hasn't even made a peep yet. Her eyes peer up at me and blink once.. then twice. Her jaws spread in a yawn and that sickly green that I noticed before seems to line her gums. Little pokes of teeth seem to peek through the gums, but I can't be sure. Oh yuck.. that breath. But it's sickly -- just like mine. A crooked smile appears on my lips. She takes after her daddy! Though.. adopted. Hey, don't judge. I touch my muzzle to her wet little nose again. Damaris. She gives a squeaky little yip at me, as if she knew I was thinking her name. I chuckle, but the stop abruptly - and the sudden change is disturbing in its juxtaposition. Like a feral beast I growl at what has appeared before me. A vixen and a ... well I'll be damned, it's a polar bear. I'd only heard talk of those, never seen them for myself. The way it is looking at me... well, I can't read its expression so well. I eye it, and then its... well. I can't tell why there was a polar bear standing next to a mare. Neither of them seem perturbed by it though, so perhaps I shouldn't be either. At the same time, I can't seem to turn off the growling within me, the... sudden protectiveness that has come from within. It is unexpected, mostly, and I am unprepared. In any case, I hiss at the polar bear and the vixen -- though my ears suddenly realize that she is kind. Offering help in fact. But her presence is still a threat - especially his. "Hunt? I'm sure. Don't let your.. your... your what?" I pause. What was it she called him? "Bonded." "Whatever the bloody hell a bonded is.. don't let him touch Damaris or I'll rip you limb from limb." She's offering nothing but kindness toward me and my pup. I don't care - I'm not convinced that we're safe. I pull Damaris toward me with my muzzle and cuddle her close to my chest. Her rump leaves a trail in the snow. My lids lowered over my white eyes, my horns are pointed outward protectively. Text text text. "Words words words." |
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*You may do anything you wish with Rostislav excluding dismemberment and death.
