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- Anu - 02-07-2009 [html] salem
- Salem D'Angelo - 02-09-2009 [html] The previous night, Salem did not make it back to the den. He had been running the halls of the mansion, merely exploring it for all it was worth, and when that hadn't sated his desire for things to do, he had looked over the simple books he had found. Then it had been hours of shouting randm words around, both inside his head and out his mouth. He had finally fallen asleep on a downstairs couch, but not just any couch. He couldn't have known it was an antique fainting couch, but it was just right for him to sprawl out on. Where it curved upwards for a head, it was where he had lain his own. And he had slept very much like the dead, unstirred by anyone who had possibly come in and out of the house during the night. [/html]
But just like a rooster stirring before the sunrise, he had come around as the first few rays of the fiery ball of warmth had started to shine through the window. It had hit him just right in the face to stir him, as the sudden change of light against his eyelids made them glow a furious red through his dreams. His dreams, of course, had consisted of the very words he had been practising reading — cat, bat, ball, fish, bird, book, and the like — and he found that he could associate them well with what they were. He had learnt quickly that he did indeed, enjoy learning. Yawning widely, the dark-haired D'Angelo rolled and slipped off of the couch effortlessly, stretching cat-like across the Persian rug that was just as dirty and worn as half of the things in the house. But when he pushed open the ajar door to go outside, he hadn't expected to see Anu. She had been strangely absent, but he hadn't thought much about it. Naniko was no different and as it were, he was just as active and moving around as his siblings. He didn't know what they did and had gotten to that age where he also had little desire to follow after them unless they asked him to. But it still didn't stop him from greeting her with the same affection that he would have given his mother (and as it were, she was also in a way, another mother) and as he curtailed the distance between them on the porch with a wagging tail, he hooked his head over her shoulder. “Good morning,” he groggily and quietly murmured to her. - Anu - 02-11-2009 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 02-12-2009 [html] “Uh-huh,” he said through a yawn, moving from where he was to sit beside her on the stoop. “I was trying to read a book I found and it wore me out. So I slept in the parlour.” Smiling faintly into the sun as he surveyed the landscape ahead of them, he reflected momentarily on the serenity found in their home before drawing his gaze elsewhere. All of the trees were still in place, as well as the ridge that stretched out in southern portion of the territory. Places that he had briefly visited, but otherwise didn't go to that often. But they were still in Kansas; there wasn't a yellow-brick road in front of them. [/html]
“Is Spring gonna come soon?” The next season, the renewal of all things glorious and beautiful and a season that he hadn't even had a chance to see yet. He had heard about it because everyone else had talked about it at one point or another, but it intrigued him. He was a child of the autumn, so spring was seemingly its opposite. The thought didn't even occur to him that by the time autumn finished rolling by again that he would be an entire year old. The fact that he had grown so much from a toothless potato with legs was an amazing accomplishment in itself, of course. - Anu - 02-17-2009 [html] pudge is not a word… this has been noted
- Salem D'Angelo - 02-18-2009 Well that's disappointing... I always thought it was. XD [html] She didn't read? This surprised him for some reason, but he made no move to talk about it. It had never really dawned on him until then that others didn't read. In fact, he didn't even think that Brooklyn read and maybe Mati didn't either. He didn't spent a large amount of time around his siblings for one reason or another, unless it was to eat or sleep. But he knew that he could teach her some words, it would only be a matter of him learning more of them himself. Smiling as she confirmed that spring would indeed be coming sooner rather than later, he imagined the season for himself for just a moment. [/html]
“I can't wait,” he murmured with excitement evident in his tone. “I want to see all of the flowers and the leaves come back to the trees. And it will be nice for it not to be so cold every night.” His tail beat out a happy rhythm across the worn wood of the porch, eyes tracing out the contours of the skeleton trees for a moment until he drew them back to his blue-eyed mother. “What kind of fun stuff will we do when it's warmer out?” He was set on spring coming so much that he wanted to learn to do other things as well. Hunting was on that list, even though it was hard to accomplish with scarce game in the winter. Spring meant that there would be easier game to catch, though he was generally unknowing of this. - Anu - 02-18-2009 [html] I know… very upsetting & this is ful of corny… ^^
- Salem D'Angelo - 03-07-2009 [html] Swimming, fishing, hunting, exploring; all of it sounded so great and surreal to him that it may as well have come straight from a story book. Even if swimming made him a little leery of being back in that lake and in that water (though he had only been cast out on it when it was iced over), it sounded like fun. Fishing would naturally have to be done the same way, seeing how he was at that moment, still too young to grasp shifting. “What kinds of flowers will you grow?” he asked, curious as to what knowledge she had of those. He had yet to see many of them, though there was certainly plenty of floral things to be found in the house. Fake plants, caked with grime and dust, the paintings and photographs of long ago; they even coated the walls on paper. And of course, he was delighted to know that they would go hunting too, but he kept that a masked secret that was only seen through a brief glimpse of fire inside his eyes. [/html]
- Anu - 03-09-2009 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 03-17-2009 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rp/t37.png); background-position: bottom center; background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Wildflowers, she said, and then she had listed of enough of them to make Salem wonder if that was just a fragment to be grown. He had been told of stories that took place in the deepest of jungles where the largest of flowers grew and he supposed that maybe that's what they were. Wildflowers, he thought. Wild and flowery; fragrant too. “I'm excited for warm weather,” he admitted, “and doing all of the stuff you said.” Growing older would be nice too, but not really a necessary. He still wanted to be a Lost Boy, just like the ones in the book Geneva had read to them. _____“Can I help you plant the wildflowers?” he opted to ask, wondering if it was a hard task to do or not. He didn't know what went into planting, even if it was simply digging a hole and dropping the poor plant (or seeds) into it. But it wasn't like he got to do all that much with his parents anyway, so he would take whatever opportunity he could to spend time with them and to learn from them. Naniko was a leader and therefore busy, and Anu was close enough to be one (and in the future would be). Without knowing it or feeling it, he was subconsciously giving himself a goal to life up to. - Anu - 03-21-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 03-28-2009 Sorry this is crappy. x_x [html] Yet another smile beamed across his face beneath the warm sunlight. He couldn't really imagine the same gardens and rows and patches of different flowers that would no doubt be planted, but the thought of having a hand in it pleased him all the same. Wherever that good-natured side of him had come from was up in the air, but it was there. “How long does it take for flowers to grow?” Another good question, as the seeds had already been planted in his mind. Salem may as well have wanted to be a horticulturist already; he hadn't even touched a plant and yet he was trying to be an expert on them for the future as well as have a budding affinity for them. Actually… maybe that was a feminine trait… ah, oh well. What did it matter? [/html]
- Anu - 04-05-2009 [html]
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