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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:31 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:13 pm
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Dark watched in amusement when Acacia finally appeared. They were all so strong and fine. She was looking forward to the time when she could take them out and teach them to track, hunt and fight.
When the red pup suddenly hurtled towards her and into her paws, Dark brushed the little female’s hair back and kissed her head. In time she would become tougher, but for now she was happy to give some affection.
Ah, and Black Mamba was next. Very good. Dark couldn’t help but be pleased that it was her two daughters that were the bravest. She grinned and stared at the den, waiting for Bakula to show his face.
Oh no, Bakula was having none of this. Even now that he was all alone and cold. So very alone. The small male whimpered unhappily and slunk to the edge of the den, his nose appeared first and then two eyes. From this position he stared unhappily out at his family… and then after a very long moment, started to slink his way out and across what seemed like endless ground towards them.
“Oi, you didn’t call.” A sudden deep boomed. “You said you would call.” A large red-furred male came loping out of the trees, a wide toothy grin on his face as he spotted the three pups.
Dark Cacophony only yawned and gave a shrug. “You’re only going to scare them.”
As if to prove his mother right, as soon as Bakula saw the immense, furry beast coming towards him he panicked. Not knowing exactly where to run, he flopped over onto his back and stuck his legs into the air in submission.
Nashoba halted over him and stared down in surprise. “What do you think you’re doing, boy?” He grunted and flipped a limp Bakula over with his paw. “Now, let me see the other two.”
Dark gave a soft posessive growl that the alpha took quick notice of.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:16 pm
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Black Mamba nuzzled at her mother's leg while they waited for Bakula to get his lazy bones out of the snug den...at least, until she heard this deep voice call out from (what seemed to her) nowhere and everywhere at once. She bared her tiny fangs and every single strand of fur stood on end; the smallest of nasty death-growls hiccough-rumbling from her tiny chest. Where was the Threat!? She whirled, still sticking close to her mother for protection and spotted him: he was big. He was ugly. He was grinning like an idiot and she absolutely did not like it.
Her brother dropped and rolled submissively before the hulking red brute, but she was having none of it! She wanted nothing to do with this stranger that spoke so carelessly and familiarly with Mama - at least, until she caught his scent. It was the same one that she smelled on Mama sometimes; a scent similar to her own. He was part of their pack and blood of her blood: neither of which meant that she had to like him, just that she couldn't maul him without being punished.
With another careful sniff at the big male's scent, she placed him fully: This was Mama's mate. Her sire. Demanding to see Acacia and herself in a manner that made Mama growl, which in turn made her puff up even more, ears flat against her skull as she stood at Dark's side, touching her with half her body and turned to watch Nashoba with the other half. She wanted to run over, grab her brother by the scruff and drag him back to Mama...but she couldn't quite make herself move that close.
A step or two away from Dark, a step or three closer to Nashoba and Bakula...Black Mamba crept slowly closer; crouching and growling and bristling the whole time (very likely looking ridiculously adorable: a little David going after her own personal Goliath).
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 7:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2024 12:09 am
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