05-04-2008, 11:43 AM
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[Sorry about the wait!]
Pilot had just gone to see his children – still only a few weeks old. He knew that soon enough they would be old enough to venture outdoors and start exploring, and then they would really evolve into handfuls. He was so thankful for all that Deuce, Naniko, and the others were doing for the kids. He knew he would be forever indebted to them. He would have loved to have taken them home, but the pups still needed a mother for nutrition. If it hadn’t of been for Deuce, Pilot knew they wouldn’t have had a good chance at survival – if a chance at all. The only question that remained was of Dierdre’s location. He missed her dearly and could only hope that she was doing alright.
On two legs he walked, one hand straying to his neck to thumb the obsidian arrowhead necklace that hung around his neck. It had been lost a few days ago, but he had discovered where he had placed it. Dierdre had given him it as a present, and now it was something for him to hold onto. The violin had been lost in the fire and sometimes when he was alone, he wished he had it so that he might play the song he composed for her.
He almost walked by him, but then noticed the youngster standing near the edge of a small pond. Pilot slowed his pace until he came to a stop, letting his grey colored eyes trace the scene. "Hey there," he said gently, wondering who the youth might be.
Pilot had just gone to see his children – still only a few weeks old. He knew that soon enough they would be old enough to venture outdoors and start exploring, and then they would really evolve into handfuls. He was so thankful for all that Deuce, Naniko, and the others were doing for the kids. He knew he would be forever indebted to them. He would have loved to have taken them home, but the pups still needed a mother for nutrition. If it hadn’t of been for Deuce, Pilot knew they wouldn’t have had a good chance at survival – if a chance at all. The only question that remained was of Dierdre’s location. He missed her dearly and could only hope that she was doing alright.
On two legs he walked, one hand straying to his neck to thumb the obsidian arrowhead necklace that hung around his neck. It had been lost a few days ago, but he had discovered where he had placed it. Dierdre had given him it as a present, and now it was something for him to hold onto. The violin had been lost in the fire and sometimes when he was alone, he wished he had it so that he might play the song he composed for her.
He almost walked by him, but then noticed the youngster standing near the edge of a small pond. Pilot slowed his pace until he came to a stop, letting his grey colored eyes trace the scene. "Hey there," he said gently, wondering who the youth might be.
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