chasing dreams on broken wings

Bran Stormbringer · 04-10-2012, 10:46 AM

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-chews on-

Bran is by Kiri!

Chocolate eyes were intent on his cousins prone form- Saul appeared to have been sucked into his own thoughts, green eyes glassy and far away. With subsequent slap on the back from his chocolate paw caused his cousin to start for a moment, the shock jumping his body and Bran allowed a soft chuckle to race from his nose. He knew very little about the man that was relative and leader at the same time. His cousin snapped out of it quickly though and rose to meet his shoulder bump with enthusiasm. If there was one thing to be said about Saul, he was certainly a happy fellow, and that was something everyone needed once in a while. Niernan wasn't far behind, and it only took a moment for tastes to spring across his taste buds, a sigh almost escaping. He didn't even try to evaluate what their voices caused in him, and instead tried to concentrate on the words themselves. His dark furred brothers enthusiasm made him chuckle slightly- he planned to tease his sibling about that later.

Y'been lookin' afta y'self Saul?

Bran asked, enjoying the meaty tang his voice caused him. Of course, it was nothing to the light, refreshing tang of his 'nephews' words as he came hurtling from the woods, paws scrabbling at Niernan's legs in greeting. Bran laughed softly as Nier scooped him up, teasing him with just the right amount of playfulness that Temeraire had given a soft squeal of delight, while he allowed his body to curl around his 'Uncles' neck. We'll grow you up big, dun you worry boyo Bran said to the little boy, a twinkle in his eye when his nephew gave a toothy grin. The familiarty between the four boys was a sight to see, but it was halted when the approach of another caused Bran to look behind Saul, clashing with the feminine body of a black and brown female. He would have allowed his filthy mind to progress further, before Saul began speaking again. This time, he was able to pinpoint the sharp tang that reminded him of spring onion, as well as a lighter meaty flavour that was probably something akin to rabbit or squirrel.

So, it was Lilin was it? Well, Bran wasn't entirely sure why she stood with a defensive pose, but he would roll with it. She in turn was introduced to them, and Bran allowed a lazy, crooked grin to flash across his face. Another family they had no knowledge of. Where on earth were they all popping up from. His brothers tones caught his tongue and he glanced across to his soft words. A snort came again as he caught sight of the car, surreptitiously aiming a kick to get it to move away from Saul, who didn't seem to mind it curling around his legs. With one more shake of his chocolate paw, he glanced back up. Nice to meetcha pet. He said simply, the term of endearment easily rolling off of his tongue. She didn't look too friendly, but he supposed not everyone was as open and accepting at their cousin.

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