Euphemia had let her self lapses. She'd spent the past month or so amoung these strangers, these strange Luperci who were her new family. And she hadn't taken well to it. Her fur was dirty, not horribly s, no her new keepers had been careful of that. But the she-pup had taken every chance she got to run-- to explore- to try and find a way home over the big water That had seperated her from her family. She the run of the litter.
She perched herself atop four-paws balanced on a low wall, attempting with short stubby, legs- leggs that were slowly begin to grow and change their form from the puppy-legs to what could be considered a peitite and delicate female wolf. Up and over the wall. She tumbled , hitting the ground with a kerthunk.
The gate was open, the path was clear. She bolted, she hadn't made too many friends here, no they were family - in truth, she'd chosen to stay with them. She loved it here. But she felt.. unconnected, to them. How could she feel tied to a people, to pack who'd taken her in, but felt less and less alive the longer she stayed with them.
we'll have the days we break, and we'll have the scars to prove itwe'll have the bonds that we save, but we'll have the heart not to lose it
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Skoll had gotten used to playing with other puppies over the months, his littermates as well as bigger and smaller children. While the prince was straining toward becoming an adult, he still remembered well how to be a kid, and all it took for him to open his mouth and blabber on with excitement to prove he was one yet. He liked to climb and play in his new optime form, but it felt good to be on four legs, too.
Presently, the golden wolfdog lounged in the yard beyond the buildings, his tongue spilling from his jaws as he basked in the sunlight. It was as nice a day as any other this spring—not counting that terrible rainstorm he’d been caught in among the hills—and he was nearly asleep in the warmth. He would enter the adult ranks soon, but there was nothing for him to do right now, no duties or tasks, no siblings or parents to scold him. Maybe he’d patrol later, or he’d find Terra or Caspa and cause some mischief.
A thump made the boy lift his head, yellow ears perking. A smallish girl had vaulted over a wall and was making a break for—well, somewhere. He frowned and rose onto all fours, shaking his coat out and watching her silvery shape move. He remembered her somewhat, knew his mother cared for her, but he’d never really met her personally. He had too many important big friends to spend time with someone who hadn’t really introduced herself to him—but this was just curious.
“Hey!” The young Haskel began to run after her, a steady lope that showed both wolf and dog heritage. His tail waved high and curled behind him as he chased casually after her. “Hey, Euphie!” That was her name, or something near enough like it. He ran a little faster, trying to pull up alongside her.
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::Hi indeed~ Getting back into Euphie's skin, feel free to ruffle her growing feathers ::
NPX Text Euphe talking
The shout made her freeze like a rabbit who knew a pack was on it's trail. A rabbit who's gone tharn doesn't move. It simply remains frozen like a solid ball. Euphemia's hackles raised, she'd been spotten. Well freedom slipped away like the passing leaf she turned.
"Yes, Prince? the the tone the she pup used was formal, tinged still with a foreign quality. No one really call's me Euphemia anymore do they? She tried to keep her voice neautral. The young Prince, had really been one of the few she may have counted on as someone other than an indifferent member of the pack. She moved towards him, slowly and almost painfully quiet. She was not timid, far from it by any means, but she did tread carefully.
Sinking to her haunches she allowed herself to relax somewhat. "You wisdhed to see me? " She tried to keep her voice even, as she shifted her shoulders. At sixmonths old, she had wanted to shift, wanted to change, but she had resisted it seemed, and it showed in her movement. wanting to but resisting the urge, her mis-matched eyes roved over the prince. She reached foreward with her forepaws, a bit of a playbow, but nothing to puppylike. She wasn going to comport herself as an adult in this situation no matter how much seeing someone made her want to play.
we'll have the days we break, and we'll have the scars to prove it we'll have the bonds that we save, but we'll have the heart not to lose it
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The other puppy froze, and Skoll had to dig his paws into the ground to keep from rushing on past her. He circled back around easily and wagged his tail at her, pleased that she’d called him Prince. Technically, that was his rank, but he knew that he was a true, true prince as well—the heir of the Dog King. It was enough to send a self-satisfied smile creeping along his muzzle; as his body and mind grew, so did his pride, his self-esteem a little more than just healthy now.
She made a remark about her name, and he lowered his ears. It sounded like a mouthful, but that was probably just because it had been when he was a kid. “D’you want me to call you Euphemia instead?” the golden boy asked, his still slowly-wagging tail encouraging her as she crept closer to him. He realized now that both of them were standing still that she was about his age; he’d thought for some reason that she was younger.
The girl sank down, her forelegs outstretched in a luxurious bow. The prince copied the posture with some excitement, although he tried to act adultlike also. He decided to make the play-bow a stretch instead, letting his toes flex and his tail curl high and proud above his back. His tongue flicked across the scar on his leathery nose as he dropped down onto his belly.
“Mostly I wanted to know where you thought you were going,” Skoll teased, although really they were free to roam anywhere in the territory. The prince liked to think that he was allowed to roam even farther, although he’d yet to tell his parents about any of his excursions. Maybe once he was ranked as a grownup, they’d let him go and visit all the different packs, no matter how far away!
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Euphemia straightened herself up, the play bow- had taken alot out of her ,and it showed.Her tail flagged this way and that , moving slowly,as if the effort was too much.She found herself lowered onto her haunches. She smiled lightly his near pass of her was a bit amusing. "I-- you can call me Euphe... or Euphie." she stressed the two names differently with her voice. 'Eufee' and Eu-phie' being two different things in her pronounciation, which was still tinged thickly with her non-native accent.
She paused as he asked where she was going. "Catch me and find out." she said rising swiftly, Eupheia bolted. The white-grey blur moved easily. She'd been preparing for it since she sat it seemed, her place chosen carefully. "Catch me if you can!" she yelledto Skool with a loud call behind her. The was until she struck something--- solid. It was har and for a moment, the she-cub sprawled backwards. A large rock or a fence post- Euphemia couldn't be quiet sure as her vision corrected itself after the impromptu face plant. "Ow." she winced.
we'll have the days we break, and we'll have the scars to prove it we'll have the bonds that we save, but we'll have the heart not to lose it
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The female settled down and offered him a pair of nicknames, and Skoll shrugged lightly although he made a mental note. He didn’t feel that proper names were too important, at least as long as one didn’t forget their place. He was a prince, for example, and he didn’t mind what someone called him Prince Haskel or not as long as they remembered that was who he was.
Her challenge to catch her surprised the golden male, since the girlchild had been somewhat reserved before. His green eyes blinked stupidly before he barked once and chased after her. She was pretty fast, maybe faster than him, but he could run for miles and miles without even getting tired. His tongue spilled from his jaws as he ran.
The grey cub smashed into a rock, falling, and Skoll laughed once before trotting over to her with his tail wagging. “Are you okay?” he asked, smiling. He could easily catch her now, but there was no honor in picking up where a rock had left off!
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