i remember being held

Odessa D'Angelo · 08-09-2012, 06:11 AM

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the puppeh is jsut over a week old at this point!~

Odessa was sat quietly in the ruins, shaded by a still standing, yet horrible crumbling, wall. Everything was almost back to normal, and Odessa and wholly accepted the changes, because that changes, or change, was right in her arms. Pumpkin eyes looked down dotingly to the large rabbit skin at her chest, grey digits separating the overlapping folds and reveal the small white pup within. Although she was upset by the loss of the other pair of pups, she soon realised that it was only meant to be. And besides, she was happily preoccupied with Ankh. Named for his father religion. And it suited him. He'd taken on th D'Angelo pelt, but sadly with then thinness of his father, so perhaps he'd take on the eye colour of his mother, grandmother and granduncle. Imhotep's eye colour was close enough, so that was even more chance he'd have orange eyes.

Even after over a week, Odessa could still not get over his beauty. He was almost coyote like in appearance, with a slight form and large ears, obvious heritage from his father. But still she worried, how would she keep the boy warm, especially when he was older and absolutely dying to be outside all the time. His coat would not do the job, despite it's tricking fluffy texture. Grey digits petting his tiny paws lovingly, before placing the rabbit skins back over his paws. Still his little nose poked out, nosing against Odessa's fingers as she poked it softly. She could not imagine ever being away from him again. Because it seemed so natural.

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