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02-06-2015, 09:49 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
Warm air fluffed the slick hair clinging to the tiny, frail frame of the newborn. Or perhaps, hatchling? It was odd for a mammal to emerge from an egg, but there was no other way for companions to be kept safe without practically enslaving a pregnant mother for the sake of an equine's greedy desires. Hotaru's dedicated rubbing seemed to pay off, tufts of fur though sparse tickling the little whiskers on Hotaru's paper thins. Slowly, markings were revealed from the thick, overall grey caused by the amniotic fluid the pup had been encased in. Pale grey, nearly snowy fur. Patches of thick violet, like acid and smoke and shadows. And from it, little wisps of smoke curled up and away, into her nares. Hotaru snorted in surprise, but she stared happily down at little Alice regardless. Maternal instincts kicked in at the sound of pine needles shifting, crunching beneath approaching paws. Wolves were not uncommon, though they had learned to stay away from the Basin and its blood infused borders. For a moment she braced her knees, prepared to lunge forth and either protect Alice or surge above and beyond her to attack the newcomer. Her ears pinned momentarily, teeth a gleam of ivory as her lips curled in a violent sneer. For a moment, just as she had reacted when she'd first met Saffron, Hotaru believed it was Tingal striding towards her. Just as manic and psychotic as he'd been so long before, when Arya was but a bulge in her belly. The thought of him harming her unborn foal back then had been disgusting, horrifying. With how her love had exponentially, impossibly grown for the beautiful youth she proudly called her daughter, had Tingal dared to make the same threat to her, she would have ripped his throat out with her bare teeth before he could take another breath. Instead, she realized with a jolt of familiarity that it was Saffron. Her ears lifted all at once, lips curling back over her teeth to not give the tigress the wrong impression. Though it seemed Saffron was far more concerned with the pup curled between Hotaru's folded knees. Hotaru appreciated the fact that the predator remained a decent distance away, for though she knew Saffron was harmless in many ways, Hotaru's instincts demanded she keep Alice protected at all costs. Hotaru's name echoed out of a fanged maw, a question immediately after. Hotaru smiled slightly, a greeting. "Saffron." Glancing down at Alice, her smile grew, a budding flower in the soil of her face. "She. She's a hellhound. Her name is Alice." Glancing up at the slightly befuddled expression on Saffron's face she gave a short chuckle. Growing up with Stella, Hotaru had never found companions to be odd or misplaced. "Do you know what a companion is?" She'd at least offer the information. Alice whined softly, blindly nuzzling at Hotaru's knee, causing the she-wolf to frown. "I'll need to get her something to eat soon," she murmured, wondering what the fuck she was supposed to feed a spawn of hell and hound. |
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