I was born this way

Skoll Haskel · 12-12-2011, 02:32 AM

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Gotta love puppy pronunciation. xD / +328

A sharp growl met his laughter as the boy leaped into the snow, and he could feel his sister’s smaller body underneath his. Quickly, though, Charlotte recovered and grabbed his ear, showing that she was just as formidable as the bigger Prince was. This Skoll could accept, as though she was his sister, she also had the blood of the King running through her veins. They were both royalty in his mind as well, both worthy of their lineage—though Skoll liked to think he was more like his daddy since he was a boy.

Regardless of his warmth toward his sister, though, he did push awkwardly out with a hind paw at her belly, trying to get her to release her hold on his ear. He growled and wriggled, but she took the time to first pronounce her love for him then berate him for pushing.

“You started it!” Skoll barked, knowing full well that he’d been the one to start it. He made a lunge for her russet scruff, but she had already leaped out of the pile of snow and started running.

“I get you!” the puppy howled after his sibling, struggling to free himself from the deep snow. He shook his coat out, giving her a further head start; it wasn’t fun catching her right away, and he had quickly learned the tricks adults used to make smaller and slower puppies think they had a chance. He began to bound after her, stumbling occasionally in the snow but keeping a more or less straight course. After a while of running he tipped his head back and howled, demanding his brother’s appearance—play time was much more fun with three.

The howl echoing, or so he liked to imagine, he quickened his strides in the final stretch and tried to bite his sister’s tail—gently—and pull her to the ground. Skoll loved roughhousing, and even if Lottie didn’t, she’d gotten herself into this mess.

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