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Ataxia emitted a squeaky snarl and reared up, her forelegs swinging for a moment in the air as if she was a wild stallion. When her feet collided with the ground, they hit the owl pellet with sufficient force to crack it. Her nose lowered to sniff at the newly broken refuse of the avian, eager to find what it had eaten. She smelled mouse in the bones that were within, as well as the remnant pieces of fur. The small girl huffed as she pawed at the broken pieces, nosing around to see what else there was to be scented. Of course the smell of the owl's innards was intense as well, because it was coughed up bits of what it couldn't digest. It didn't concern her to be poking at it, because she was young and she wasn't even aware of "bacteria" or other hazards that might come from prodding at refuse.


When she was satisfied that she had sniffed everything she could from the pellet, she lifted her head to look around with bright blue eyes. The color around her pupil had started to brighten into the sharp gold that would someday dominate the entire iris. She hadn't noticed because she didn't look at herself, but her mother had remarked upon it. Ataxia hadn't understood the importance - it was just an eye color after all - but she had thought it was interesting. Her actual aim upon leaving the home den today had been to find a pool of water where she could gaze at herself. Although Eris had a mirror, the girl didn't like to use it as much. Since she had no Optime form because she was so young, it was a clumsy thing to maneuver. Her mother would be highly disappointed if she broke it. So instead, she used water for her reflective surface.


This mission was remembered now that she had sated her curiosity about the owl pellet. With a little huff of approval to herself, she set off in the direction of the closest water source. Determined to see what all of this "your eyes are turning gold" business was about.

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Word Count :: 300+ Just saw this on the open threads list, I hope you still want to do this thread. Smile


Near water… that is where Liliya could always be found. The woman had an affinity for the entity that strengthened every day. It was thanks to the enormous oceans of their world that she had first come to Nova Scotia. It was by the sea that she had returned to Russia and then back to Canada. It was at the mercy of the great goddess that she lived after facing the colossal waves of the Atlantic so many times, and each day her love and respect for the sea swelled. You were not ungrateful when you were smiled upon by the elements as frequently as Liliya Russo.

So it was no wonder why the woman was drawn to the water. The sea was her favorite – or now that she lived in Salsoa, the bay – but the Pictou would do, or even one of the lakes or ponds that irregularly smattered the landscape. The scent was so different than that of the briny deep but sometimes when she closed her eyes and relaxed she thought she could feel the old waves once more. It would never go away…

And this daydream is exactly what she was focused on when the pup loped along nearby. She heard the light footfalls of the little dark creature and opened her storm cloud eyes, relieved when she saw it was a puppy and nothing more. A half smile crossed her tawny muzzle and she shifted a piece of wood in her hands.

“Hallo little poop,” she said in her thick Russian intonation. Yes, she meant to say pup. She always liked cubs, they were a symbol of the future and of family. Briefly she wondered which family the child belonged to as she scanned her dark visage. She only met one other with a charcoal coat in Salsoa, though there was likely to be several more... The Dark Lady, Madam Eris, as Liliya called her. “Vhat is it you are lookink for?”

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Thanks for joining! Sorry for the delay in a response, wedding planning has been swamping me like crr-azy. @-@

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[/html]Ataxia was attentive to the environment around her. It was a natural instinct for wolves to pay attention to their surroundings, though it was partially a learned trait. Being Larkspur's daughter gave her a leg up on that, though, because he was an instinctive creature. Perhaps she had gained that through proximity or he had taught her in some way. Perhaps it was just what ran in her blood. So it was that she noticed Liliya when she got within a reasonable range of the elder female; her blue-turning-gold eyes focused on the stranger and she paused. The last time that she had seen a "stranger" in the pack (which had turned out to be her older sister) the meeting had not really been fun. Salvia had been agitated at her, though she hadn't and still wasn't sure why. If all of the pack's wolves - besides her direct family and Uncle Sirius - were like that, she didn't want to approach this female.

Sneakiness was not something that she had perfected, though, and so she stood there looking curiously at the tawny female for a while in the open. Actually it probably wasn't that long at all before the Russo wolf noticed the cub, it just felt like longer to Ataxia because she was so intent upon figuring out what the personality of this wolf might be. How she thought she would figure that out by just staring was really not clear, but she was a puppy and often did odd things. When the older female spoke, the words seemed gentle though they were marred with an odd accent that perplexed her. No one that she had met so far had one, though she would eventually learn that there were several Salsolans that did. Nonetheless, the strangeness of the voice both interested and confused her at the same time.

Stepping forward boldly, she inhaled the smells of the Russo and then spoke: "Waaaddahhh! Eyessss, dey turn to gowd!" she explained, heading toward the water to look at herself. Unafraid now that she felt she had established that the older female was not an immediate threat.

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Gray eyes bugged in surprise and she screwed up her muzzle, looking at the child like she thought it might be… ‘special’. What was she doing just standing there staring? And then after that… what the heck was she talking about? Liliya watched, astonished, as the girl then casually walked up to the pool of water and took a look in. There was a barrier here causing even more of a problem than usual; Liliya’s accent and stunted understanding of the English language, and the pup’s youthful speech impediment.

“Wada…” she mouthed the word behind the pup’s back, not trying to mock her but trying to silently repeat the sentence she said to figure it out. It wasn’t until she watched what the puppy actually did that she discerned the words that had been yelled at her.

“Oh, vater,” she said, now understanding as she walked up next to the puppy. An inky brown shape formed in the water over the girl, her elongated reflection interrupted by the gently rippling water. She looked from the reflection to the girl as though she expected to notice some difference, her eyes finally settling on the watery version of the puppy.

“That is only fool’s gold,” she offered, thinking she was looking for the golden flecked sand. Liliya had once noticed this too and hoped it was the precious metal that mingled with the dirt pebbles, but the shiny yellow in the pond’s sand was nothing more than a fraud. It was useless. “You might as well try to dig yourself a cloud vhile you are at it.”

A frog paddled past their sight line and then leaped from the pond landing near the puppy’s foot. Liliya eyed the intruder but kept talking to the girl. “I have not seen you before, poop. Vhat is your name?”

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