If I wanted silence; I'd whisper.
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My first time playing a pup. EVAR. Big Grin WC:513

Range liked the fall. The many multicoloured leaves puzzled him almost as much as the birds that lurked around Dahila De Mai that he had been seeing less and less of lately. He could also sense a change in the air; the trees were starting to prepare to bare their first brightly coloured winter berries of the season. The pup trotted along the unmarked, twisted trail, chasing a unfamiliar scent. He was almost completely sure that if he traveled to far off that he would end up being scolded, but this was a opportunity he called "To good to pass up."

With his nose put to the cool ground, he was not paying attention to any thing around him. It is safe to say that this carelessness was the reason he ran head first into a tree. To most, this would be considered unfortunate. After all, a big red bump on your head is not found all that attractive. But to Range, this was a breakthrough. As he shook his large head to clear his clouded eye sight, he noticed a small hole near the base of the tree. Though the pup was unaware that the hole could have been taken over by a snake, it was not. He stood up on his wobbly paws and and took a few steps closer, listening for any signs of life. "I am going to eat you!" he said, obviously excited about the meal he was hoping to bring home.

He took a deep breath before shoving his muzzle into the opening. Earthy smells seeped into his nose and the moist soil made a clear ring around his maw as he pushed his face further inside. He could hear the panicky sounds of thudding feet as the rabbit made his way out of the den, giving the pup a strange look before hurrying off in the opposite direction. It didn't take much longer for him to realize that he could no longer hear breathing, or even the faint beating of his prey's heart. "You can't go! Your suppa!" He tried to yank his maw from the burrow, but to his disbelief, the hole seemed to have shrunk. When he tried to get a grip the loose dirt caused his paws to slide. He was stuck.

The pup was in quite the predicament, but resented the idea of calling out for help. He wanted to be able to have his freedom, and this incident would make him look like nothing more then a reckless pup. If he tried to explain that he was trying to catch a meal to share with his family, he would get asked who gave him permission to go out. Then with lowered ears, he'd be scolded when he responded by saying that it was supposed to be a surprise. "If I stay here I would be bad for staying out after dark.." He let out a pup-like sigh and let out a quiet howl, asking for one of his family members to come and rescue him. "No way to win this one.."

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375. Puppies are CUTE.

The call was muffled, but audible, and Nayru at first did not recognize the caller’s voice. Yet it did not take long at all to discern who was crying out for help. Although there were many children in Dahlia de Mai, it seemed that this pack more than any other was a haven for wayward wanders of all ages, Nayru was close with only those that Gideon had brought in. Range and Melee. She had spent the last few weeks tending to them with Gideon needed a break, hunting for them, and just getting to know them on an individual level. She knew their voices, yet had never heard either of them howl, and so the fairy girl nearly scolded herself as she moved towards the sound of distress, her pace quickening with every step.


Upon arriving she was met with a comical sight. Although, she supposed, it would not appear that way from Range’s perspective. His backend was to her as his face disappeared into some animal’s burrow, and she could see the walls of the den crumbling about him. Nayru took the time to soak in the moment, knowing that as the children grew times like this would become less and less, and in a strange way it was endearing to see the child’s struggle. Shaking her head she moved near to him, her voice reassuring the boy of her presence as to not spook him when she begun to dig him out with her hands. "Range, it’s Nayru."


Always in Optime form now she pulled the dirt around the boy’s head loose with one hand and scooped him up with the other. That he was small enough and she was large enough to do this was strange, for Nayru hadn’t quite begun to think of herself as truly an adult. Yes, she was at her adult size, but compared to the others in the pack she was still stunted. Shorter and slimmer than the rest, it wouldn’t be long before Range too out grew her. Only a matter of months. Setting him straight on the ground, she dusted off his shoulders gently, crimson eyes searching his cream-colored face for any signs of real suffering. "Range you silly creature, what were you doing?"

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"Nayru?" He made an attempt to turn around to face the well-known voice. His tail started up with it's frantic waving motions, as if greeting the female. Whether or not she was aware of it, he would be unlikely to forget even this small event. The pup was overcome with joy as he was dug out from the trap. He gave a grateful lick to his saviors cheek, snuggling against her soft fur as she placed him on to the ground.

"I was ganna get suppa! We gatta to find him, Nayru!" He circled around her human-like legs as he stretched out his own. The shape both intrigued him and put him off. He had seen her in this form a few times before, but couldn't quite grasp the idea of Luperci. "She uses them like feet.." He compared them to his stubby legs. A very confused look sat planted on his face as he spoke, "If you have those.. Can I have them too?" He had never seen Gideon on two legs.. At least, not that he could remember. "I could of taken them from daddy, couldn't I?" Hopefully, she understood that he was talking about inheriting them. In his young mind, if a small white bird had babies, his children would would be tiny and white, too. Why should this be any different?

The pup switched back to the previous subject without warning, taking a pounce at air to demonstrate his skill. He tumbled through a shrub, the thin branches abusing his face as he made his way back out. "Did you.. Watch? J-just like that!" His tongue hung from his mouth while he spoke between panting breaths. Planting his tush firmly on the ground, he beamed up at her. His ears perked up and waiting for her approval.

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500

The boy seemed not at all bothered by his predicament now that he was freed and Nayru relished in his excited greeting. Puppies were a strange thing indeed, and it had only been recently she had realized this. Before she had been one herself and to analyze her peers through adult eyes had been impossible, and to analyze herself even more so. Yet with age she gained perspective and spending time with Range or Melee always set her thinking. They had bonded so well to her in so short a time, was it so easy to gain a child’s trust and earn their love? Yet she had bonded swiftly to Conor, Bris and especially Gideon upon her arrival, but none of the others. She liked the others, she respected the others, she even adored them at times, but she didn’t love them. Not like her core adoptive family. Was there then a critical period in puppyhood where the young form to those around them? Or was it merely their own personalities at play?


Range had a very vibrant personality and Nayru could barely follow him as he bounced about both physically and verbally. His excitement and enthusiasm pleased her, and the fairy girl thought she could feel the energy rolling off the young boy in waves, thicker and stronger than it did from most. She had never been like that as a child, ever quiet and thoughtful even in her youth. Smirking as he circled her she hadn’t time to answer his question before he went back to his hunting, demonstrating just how he would have caught that damned rabbit. Never the less she was not hurried, her soft voice slow as she explained her own shape to the boy, who might have lost interest in the subject already. "You will have them too. You need to get a little older first." It wasn’t until at least six months that a child could shift, and even then Nayru didn’t know if Range and Melee had inherited the trait. If they hadn’t, it wouldn’t matter, they could transfer the virus in more ways than one and if Range truly desired to stand on two legs, he would. To explain all that was too much though, so she kept her own answer simple and like the sandy colored boy allowed the subject to switch.


"You want to bring home dinner for Gideon and Melee?" Her nose twitched and she could smell the creature that had lured Range into his trap. "We’re going to have to track it down. Use your nose." Crimson eyes studied Range’s face closely then, a thought that had never occurred clicking into place. So often she only thought of learning herself. The older wolves in Dahlia de Mai had guided her, sharing their secrets and so there were so many skills the girl had made her own. Now she was among them, shaping the children of Dahlia. Her greatest skill was indeed tracking, and why not start now?

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Though he was a bit disappointed that he would have to wait for his new legs, he nodded. "Yous come too?!" Range felt his shaded lips curl up into some thing like a grin, pouncing and yipping a few more times before settling down enough to catch the scent again. He put his nose to the ground, inhaling deeply then following up with tiny sniffing noises. He started off in the complete opposite direction, misguided by the soft wind that caused the scent to disappear for a moment.

Before long, he was tracing over the twists and turns of the trail with ease. Through the log, around the trees, over the stream.. Range made sure to turn and check on his two legged esteemed colleague every once and a while, wondering if she could still move fast with them. He was practically crawling along the ground by the time he found the rabbit, pushing himself forward using his hind legs. The scent was stronger and he knew to be quiet, hiding behind a nearby bush. He whispered quietly to Nayru, watching the rabbit with intense eyes, "Okays.. Whut now?" He had planned on bringing back food for his small family, but was unsure of how to go about it. If he was to just pounce like he had shown her, the rabbit would surely slip away. So, like always, he turned to the nearest adult for help.

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"I will come too." Her gentle voice assured him and with gentle steps she trailed the boy, aware of his every mistake but not saying a word. The best way to learn, she had found for herself growing up, was simply by doing. To never make a mistake meant that one never truly learned, and so it was vastly more rewarding to both of them when Range did pick up the correct trail. He moved quickly and she followed with long strides, amused by the way he kept looking over his shoulder at her. They moved a long way, the rabbit had fled for safety in earnest, but eventually the scent was thick and distinct once more.


As was natural for children Range stopped then, turning to his older companion for guidance. The rabbit would be quick and hard to catch, and even if Range did have the speed it was unlikely his smaller jaws would have the strength to snap the neck of the poor prey creature. Nayru remembered how, as a child and even nearly an adult, she was afraid to be the bringer of death, even to those animals she consumed. It was then, important for her that Range at least participating in the killing, even if his blow was not the fatal one. "I think I should circle around, you scare him right toward me and I will scoop him up, then you come in for the kill. What do you think?" Nayru tilted her head, waiting for the approval of the boy, unwilling to act until he gave his consent. This was, after all, his hunt.

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WC:300~

Test test test.

"'Kay!" He obeyed eagerly, leaving the side of Nayru and walking off deeper into the forest so he would not be heard when he snuck up on his meal. He soon came around to the other side of the clearing, the back of his prey facing him. His eyes no longer wandering up to look for guidance; he was now relying on his pure hunting instincts. Crouching low, he switched ambushing position; bulky paws falling down one after the other soundlessly. His posture was some what like a lions, rump up and head down. He didn't think that many animals other then those that were cat-like stalked their prey, but since it was one of his first hunts; he believed mother nature would make an exception.

He let out a puppy growl, Mr.Cottontail's grey ears perking up. He was almost sure that the rabbit had heard him approaching before, but didn't bother to move. Unlike Range, his care-taker was seen as a threat. She blended in with the forest okay, the shadows helping hide the white that spotted her body. Her red orbs were about the only thing that stuck out, awaiting the cue of large thumping feet. He was careful not to let his eyes begin to divagate, focusing on his sole responsibility to make the dusty coated bunny move into the death trap.

The rabbit looked at the uneven cub with dazed eyes, as if he could not believe that the wolf was attempting to catch him again. Even if Range did not show it much, he was a threat. After an awkward moment of listening to more pup-ish growls, the hare began moving forward. Within a few heavy thuds, the whelp became impatient. Letting out a soft yip that caused the ashy animal to jolt forward.

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Range gave his authorization over the plan set off to do his own part. Nayru smiled as how easily he had agreed to it and how quickly he set about enacting it. Although still young he had goals, and currently the death of the poor rabbit was one of them. Range would be successful in whatever he set him mind to, Nayru thought, and it was evident that his mind was set to the hunt just then. The girl breathed in deeply and shifted her weight just slightly, putting her own mind fully into the hunt. Images of blood danced before her--the rabbit would probably scream just as it had on her first kill, but better that Range knew that now. Animals cried out sometimes at the final moments, it was just a fact of life, one she had come to accept. One all predators came to accept eventually.


Ears could hear the boy’s movements, he was not quite so skilled as she just yet in silence but it would come in time. And right then it didn’t quite matter, because just as they had envisioned the boy was about to spook the rabbit right at her. It happened in a blur, as many hunts did, the rabbit trying to shoot past her once he realized his own folly in forgetting the larger of the two wolves. On two legs hunting could be harder, but her arm shot out and caught the creature but the neck, the soft bone snapping under her grip. No blood shed yet, but the rabbit was merely paralyzed, not dead. Range would have to do that, and quickly. "Range, get him. The throat!" Her voice, normally so soft and gentle, rose commandingly, a stranger speaking in Nayru’s body, the tone crying out despartely for blood.

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Bravery=Right out the window.

Test test test.

The once excited pup walked back, her commanding words sounding as if they was booming in his ears. He looked between the adult and rabbit, then turned his head towards the forest. He knew he could not run away, for Nayru would find him sooner or later and question him. The frightened young wolf stumbled forward, his eyes wide. "Range, get him. The throat!" His eyes went back to the rabbit, looking at the poor paralyzed creature. Range's ears perked up as he picked up a noise, the sound of the hare's neck cracking.

He began to shake, trying to take in and accept the scene that was about to unfold; but to no avail. He took a few more steps forward, his eyes never leaving the bunny's. Range sucked in as much air as he could before lunging at the creature. He awaited the wash rush of blood as his jaws reached for the animal; it being extremely difficult for even the clumsy pup to miss with his prey being paralyzed.

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"It’s over. You did it." The rabbit lay there with his neck snapped and sticky crimson liquid seeping from its ripping skin. Who had really done the killing was debatable but the end result was the same. The freshest of meat in exchange for the soul of another creature. With the rush of the hunt over Nayru eyed Range carefully, saying nothing more for a long moment. Nayru had seen the hesitation, she had seen in Range the wish to turn away, but like herself under Larkspur’s gaze there had been no choice for the child but to follow through. Before Nayru had killed for herself she had struggle with the concept, the mere thought churning her stomach. Now that she had the idea excited her, enticed her. The transformation had been almost automatic. Would it be similar in Range?



"How do you feel kiddo?" Nayru’s voice was warm, kind and gentle again. The voice of an angel, and it was almost unthinkable that anything awful could come from her lips. Like the command to kill. Yet that was there way, it had to be, they were predators, surviving and thriving on the blood of others. But with Range it was all sugar, she couldn’t dream of the boy hurting, and if the hunt had been in any way damaging to him… "You want to take this to Gideon and Melee? Show them what you caught?"

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I assume we can start another thread continuing from this; with the whole gang involved. o:

Test test test.

Range gave a quick nod and walked off in the direction of Gideon's home. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, darting off to pick up the cottontailed hare in his mouth and then retracing his steps. His eyes glanced down sadly at the creature every so often, feeling sorry for the old brute.

After a few rushed steps, he was out of the forest. After giving one more glance back at Nayru, and motioning for her to follow, he trotted off towards Gideon's hut.

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