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OOC: Frosty my love! I finally started one up :3 (Note - Alaine is in Lupus form)
Backdated to a few days after Syvie was found?
Her claws clicked softly on the weathered wood, eyes of brilliant emerald cast out to the tree-smothered horizon as they were so often these days. She hesitated, as always, on the great stairs of the front porch, the sweet smell of grass blowing up in a gusty breeze to toy with the house-bound mother of one. Or, she mentally checked, of two, currently. Much had changed in the last week. Her new life had started, pulling into orbit that of her son, and now, that of the little girl she had found washed up on the beach. That night seemed a strange memory now; Every time she considered it, tried to work through her actions with rationality, that same protective alarm would rise in chest to smother heartbeat with worry.
There was no need, though. Sylvie Ciel, as she had announced her name, was safe under Alaine's watchful gaze.
Satisfied or perhaps disappointed that today would bring no present hardships, the young lady turned to pad back through the open doorway and into the luxury that was the Chien Hotel. She'd broken the rules that night by leaving, but it had been to save a life, and as such the prohibited act went ignored. Charcoal-pink nose sniffed delicately, floppy collie ears straining forwards to see if she could hear the pair above. Caillen and Sylvie were supposed to be sleeping, but it seemed that the children enjoyed waking up at the crack of dawn to do all sorts of irrational puppy things. A tender smile came unbidden to her maw as the sounds of life swelled from upstairs; A few thumps, some muffled laughter.
There had been one extraordinary benefit, the young beauty realized in hindsight, to bringing Sylvie back to live with them (temporarily, perhaps, though Alaine was growing quite fond of the girl). Caillen's health had improved in leaps and bounds, his melancholy listlessness seemingly chased away by the glowing ball of sunlight that was Miss Ciel. Like peas in a pod, Alaine thought wryly.
" Alright, you daft pair, I can hear you up there!" With a crossness in her tone that she couldn't quite make sound real, the young mother relented, her strange inverted eyes bubbling with unspoken laughter, " Come on downstairs, then. We'll go find some breakfast."
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::OOC:: Works for me love. :3 Lessee... she was 'found' Nov 14, 2009, so this can be... the 16th/17th?
*Is totally gonna make a timeline to keep this all in order.* |D Hope the little bit of power playing is alright- I figured the two would be playing a little before Alaine heard them. |D
WC: 470
Caillen and Sylvie were supposed to be sleeping, oh yes, they were... but such a thing as sleep was unneeded as far as the two pups were concerned. The will to play overpowered everything, at least, except a will to eat. Sylvie had dove underneath Caillen's 'bed' as these strange four-legged structures were apparently called, just before the sleepy male had woken up, and successfully scared the whelp into falling off his bed. (Thus, the thump Miss Alaine had heard downstairs.) Sylvie gasped and wiggled out of her hiding place after Caillen's fall, planting herself next to the turtle-stuck boy.
"Oh! Caillen! Je suis vraiment désolé! So very sorry! Are you okay? Êtes-vous blesser?"
She looked over the lanky youth in worry, only to be pushed over by a forepaw. Violet eyes blinked in shock as Caillen began laughing. Of course, he had a very lovely giggle, and the little lady couldn't stop herself from laughing with him, though paws quickly pressed against grinning mouths to stifle the joyous sounds. It had been only a few days since Sylvie had been found by Caillen's mother, but the young lady was already far healthier than she had ever been prior. Caillen too, it seemed, was doing much better now than he had before as well- when Sylvie had arrived, both were generally bedridden, ill, tired, constantly under the care of Miss Alaine... and now, they couldn't stop playing about!
But then, Miss Alaine's melodic voice carried up the stairs, hinting at a moment of unhappiness. Sylvie froze, both paws clamped over her tightly clamped jaw, though the smile only grew larger. They were caught, it seemed... but that did little to lessen the fun. Miss Alaine was never very cross, so she certainly couldn't be too angry at the pair... right...? The subject of her sort-of guardian's scorn had changed to something more preferred by the young pup- food. So. She was right. Giggling, the bouncing ball of lilac and peach fluff rolled onto her stomach and scuttled for the stairs down, sliding in the hallway upon fuzzy white puppy paws.
"Coming Miss Alaine!"
The 4 month old called down the stairs, wiggling her rump as she pounced tentatively from one stair to the next. Pausing on the fourth of seven steps, she looked back up the stair case for her comrade. Her partner in crime had to be coming, right?
"Caillen! Dépêchez-vous! You silly goose!"
Sylvie laughed, mixing her languages a little. She spoke near fluent French, and often went about speaking in 'Franglish' if you will, when happy or worried. Usually, in the interest of every non-French speaker, she refrained from this however- made conversation much easier to grasp. Hopefully, even though she had only been here a few days, Caillen would know what she meant by that phrase.
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OOC: Sounds great! Of course I don't mind, silly. Ohgosh I love Sylvie and Cai xD Cai is picking up on some of Sylvie's french, already. I'd like for him to be able to speak it well enough when he's older :3 I noted on your profile that Sylvie has a bandanna like Alaine. Has she used the optime form yet?
P.S: Baby Caillen
Caillen, having fallen staunchly to his rear, was shocked for but a moment. As laughter spilled out from the pair over-head, Alaine rolled her eyes with patronly tolerance, and waited for her call to be answered. As usual, Sylvie's clear voice was the first to bubble forth, the sounds of her paws dashing over the wooden floor clearly audible to the waiting female. And, just as usual, Caillen's voice came next, the sound of his too-big paws slipping and sliding as they tried to grasp for a purchase more easily found by the dainty feet of Sylvie bringing a soft smile to the young mother's maw.
" I'm c-c-coming! Atten... Attendez-moi?"
Dark brown ears perked to the sound of her son's voice. His stutter was ever-present, but she'd heard him pick up on little quips of the girl's home-tongue very quickly since being enveloped in Sylvie's company. The boy's soft voice wavered uncertainly, not quite sure if he'd gotten the French correct. Though not an old dog, Alaine feared herself unable to learn the new language, and as such noted that Sylvie made quite the effort not to speak such tongue to her. Her smile grew as the pair bounded down the stairs, Caillen a few steps behind. Already, her boy was bigger than Sylvie - Though she could only guess at the girl's age, the young beauty figured them roughly the same. Caillen's wolf blood showed strongly in his size, in the size of those large paws (Which she crooned constantly that he would grow into).
" Calm down, calm down! I don't want you slipping. Sylvie, look at you. All covered in dust... Have you been tussling under the beds again?"
Her soft voice was affectionate, if not firm. With brisk confidence the she-dog swept up her new charge in one paw, set about cleaning the girl's mottled lavender pelt of the little white dust-bunnies. Task completed, she allowed the little girl to wriggle free, and took an advancing step towards her son. Aware of the embarrassment to come, Caillen deftly slipped back and about his mother, bushy plume high as the young boy headed towards the open door. With an affectionate chuckle, Alaine let him go. She'd get him later, anyway.
" Caillen, gather your scarf. Sylvie, get your yellow dress, and put it about your neck like I showed you - It's already in a knot, just hanging from the chair over there. Hurry now, before the sun becomes fierce."
Melodic voice filled the room, one eye watching sternly to ensure that the pair did as she bid. Alaine had never raised her voice, nor used violence, to reprimand either of the children - They were good kids, and did as they were told. Her own green bandanna, hanging just aside Sylvie's, was deftly slipped over floppy brown ears and settled about her nape. Though Sylvie had yet to change into her Optime form, Alaine had since decided that when under her rule, the young girl would be brought up like a proper lady. None of that tomboy, run-about-naked nonsense. Besides, winter was coming, and it often got cold out.
" Alright, come here. Quickly, now, don't dawdle. Today, we shall be catching rabbit and field mice... Caillen, stop that!"
With a sheepish grin, the young boy stopped tugging on the edge of his fraying scarf, and let his mother rap it about his neck with her teeth. Then, with a bounce in his step that Alaine hadn't seen since before the child's illness, the young wolfdog trotted over to Sylvie's side.
" B-b-betcha I can catch a bigger rabbit than y-y-you, Sylvie!"
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::OOC:: Ohmygosh Cai's so CUTE! <33333 And sure. He'd be a cute little French Speaker. |D The bandanna was 'cause she wants to be like Alaine, and I figured She would have found her little dress by now. Silly little puppy. And she hasn't used Optime yet. Probably won't for a while longer, so she's mostly lupine 'till then. ;3
WC: 448
Sylvie awaited her friend's response, giggling as he slid all over the top of the staircase. He was a cute thing, all paws and smoky fluff, still getting used to his own lanky legs. Triangle-like harks raised as his voice found the dilute chocolate's thoughts, his strange yet befitting stutter familiarity to the violet-eyed babe.
"Of course I'll wait for you."
A silly smile crossed slim maw as the male clambered down the stairs, pausing only a moment to allow Sylvie time to take to the next step. A makeshift race ensued, both bouncing down the blocky things with claws scrapping for holds. Alaine's slightly chastising words found the two of them as they just about reached the bottom, sliding a little upon the wooden floors. Well, they hadn't slipped too much, right? And then came an inquiry about what the pair had been doing up there.
"Well... maybe."
She said, offering a sheepish grin. Mere seconds after the mottled girl border collie had finished her sentence, she was off her paws with a wet tongue coursing through soft, downy pelt. Squeaking in disagreement, the fluff ball could do nothing but hopelessly be groomed by her guardian, making faces at Caillen with each stroke of Alaine's tongue. The young boy of course, giggled in response to her faces, an amusing smile over his white-marked maw. Making a pouting face, Sylvie noted Caillen's impending doom.
"You're next Caillen!"
Finally, the smaller puppy was free of her cleaning and scampering off towards the door. A bit of shuffling followed, and Caillen went dashing past her, heeding his mother's following words as he grabbed his scarf, being a silly thing and playing with it a bit. Sylvie, however, ran over to the chair in question, and jumped up, tiny puppy teeth making purchase in the soft, willowy fabric of her dress-dana. Pulling on the tip of the sunshine gradient fabric, it took a few tries before the flowy thing finally lost purchase on the chair and fell to the floor. Wriggling beneath it, the soft yellow cotton was turned to keep the knot at her chest below her chin, and the rest behind her, like a cape. Striking a super pose, the little herding dog made a great I-am-better-than-you face at the wolf-dog pup beside her before responding grandly.
"I'm a herding dog! No one can best me when it comes to catching rabbits!"
She shot him a devious grin and hurtled at Alaine, awaiting instructions. True to her breed, the Border Collie pup was very adept at following orders, as well as completing challenges to the best of her ability. Field mice and Rabbits were easy prey for Super Sylvie!
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OOC: Cute Sylvie is cute X3 I've finished her Optime picture! (but I'm not going to show it to you yet, BUAHAHAH!)
Do you want me to draw the bandanna like how you've described her wearing it in her puppy image? :3
Alaine watched in amusement at the antics of the two children. As always, Sylvie was the more independent of the two - She could dress herself without help from her new guardian, and Alaine always allowed her room to do as such. Caillen, on the other hand, was always getting into a mess which required some outer help - Right now, he was busy pulling silly faces at his new companion as she replied eagerly to his mother's words.
" Nuh-uh. I'm a Winters. We're real good at h-h-hunting, right mama?"
One slender brow raised, Alaine waited for her son to reach the two ladies before replying curtly, " Yes, Caillen, but bragging isn't a way to prove your skills. Remember, actions speak lou-"
" Louder than w-w-words, mama, I knooooow."
With a boorish sigh and a quick eye-roll, Caillen bounded over and shot Sylvie the class-clown look of conspirators. With a disapproving look towards her offspring, Alaine rose to her slender legs, emerald eyes giving the rolling fields outside one final once-over before deeming it safe to finally begin today's lessons. Expecting the two children to follow, the she-dog gently padded down the old wooden stairs, and began a slow jog across the field, towards a more feral part of the land. As she went, one emerald eye remained fixed on the two pups. Her son, his sulking face immediately abandoned in the fresh wonder of a brilliant, crisp morning, was all agape at the brilliant blue sky, the thick, plush green of the earth.
She worried, sometimes, that he was too much of a dreamer for his own good. Especially now, as she watched him trip over various things, nose pointed heavenward rather than watching his own paws. Sylvie, on the other hand, was a natural at all these sorts of things. The young girl had a quick, intelligent mind, and seemed to soak up all her lessons like an eccentric sponge. Sylvie and her never-ending list of questions!
" Alright, quiet now, you two. We are approaching some good hunting grounds. Now, who can tell me what the three most important things are, before you even begin to stalk your prey?"
Distracted by the question, Caillen appeared absently confused, his one floppy ear tilted quizzically to the side whilst the other remained staunchly erect. With his strange bi-colored eyes and worn checkered scarf, it gave the young boy the appearance of a mishapped clown. His next instinct was to look to Sylvie, because she knew the answers to everything.
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::OOC:: NAW. Cai's much cuter. o{D OOOOH! Optime wheee! I wanna SEEEEEE!
Yes to the Bandanna. And I sent you an MSN about something else I'd like added too, if it's not too much trouble. ;D
WC: 540
Sylvie offered Caillen's injection of his mother into the conversation a bout of silly faces, both of amusement and of disagreement. Classic lilac marked face skewed into a multitude of funny and sour expressions, the slowly sharpening heart-like marking on her forehead folding with her furrowed brows. As Alaine answered, Sylvie turned her full attention to the elder female, folded ears erect in reminiscence of a wolf's, tuned into her words. Sylvie frowned at her answer, and shot Caillen a slightly disconcerted look, one ear falling while the other remained erect, eyes sliding sideways to watch her male companion.
Her act was met with a class-clown curled grin, and lanky limbs flailing about as the young boy retreated to Sylvie's side, before they all went out the door and down the stairs to the meadows surrounding. The lilac collie kept alert, ears pinned naturally to the sides of downy skull, flopping slightly with her movements. Occasionally, amethyst gems would slip to the slate and brown hybrid she called a companion, noting his tripping and slipping over things Sylvie easily cleared. The silly boy almost seemed to refuse to look where he was going, in favor of staring at the sunny cyan skies above them. A gentle, suggestive whisper left small, soft mouth as the boy nearly fell once again.
"Caillen... Vous devriez regarder où vous allez..."
Sometimes, the young female could not help herself. Rather like her guardian, the child pointedly acted like a young mother, fawning over injuries and moral issues concerning those around her rather than herself. It wasn't that she was nosy- she just felt that she knew best. Morals, strategies, personality things, dating... the strange wiseness to the young female was refreshing, and yet, bothersome. Sure, she acted like a puppy, but often the more childish tendencies were something she didn't partake in. "Look before you leap," was one such thing she held in high regard- and Caillen certainly seemed to be ignoring that old adage. A moment later, the trio paused, and Madame Alaine addressed the two young ones with a question. Lessons were beginning before they even got there, it seemed.
Sylvie absorbed the question with a quiet look, eyes far away as the answers surfaced within her sharp mind. Almost as if on cue, Caillen looked toward the little border collie, confused faces dancing over his visage. As per usual, it seemed Sylvie was the only one who could answer questions on the fly. Giggling at his clown-like features, the 4 month old offered Caillen a sly smile before posing an answer to Alaine.
"You must first scent the nearby area, to check for other predators, then check the winds and adjust your position to be downwind, and finally you scent once more to locate your prey... I think."
Exactly whether or not she had the order correct, or if she had skipped something, the female was unsure, but generally, whenever she stalked a bug, she would do those following things before chasing it down. It wouldn't do to have a random other pounce in on her prey before she could, let alone alert said prey to her presence. And so, lightly feathered full tail wagged in anticipation of being correct... or corrected.
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OOC: I am talking to you on MSN right now :3 WHEEE!
Caillen's little puppy face scrunched up in a pout as he watched Sylvie's face turn into that Oh-I-know-the-answer expression, that she always got when asked a question. Sure, maybe he was a little bit jealous, but whatever. She was just a smartypants.
Alaine, on the other hand, appeared to be pleased with the pup's answer.
" Very good, Sylvie! Very good..." Her sharp inverted gaze turned scolding to her son, who lowered his head meekly, bi-colored eyes peering up from beneath the tumble of coral bangs. The young mother gave him a firm shake of his head, before returning her attentions back to the scene at hand. Sylvie was good at getting answers, but like every student, she still had plenty to learn.
" Now, it is very important to scent for other predators because your safety must be the most important thing," Her gaze shot sharply to Caillen, whom had been pulling faces at her back, and the young boy instantly switched to an attentive, innocent expression, " Make sure that you are clear of flowering plants, because they will interfere with the scents in the air."
Alaine did as she spoke, charcoal-pink nose tilted skywards for a moment before deeming the lands clear. Of course, she had already scouted before leading the children outside, but it was important to step through the paces with them. With a stern gaze, she checked to make sure the pups were doing likewise, before continuing.
" Now, you should have already found the direction of the breeze when checking the air. Thankfully, we are downwind, so you won't have to adjust your position," With lithe movements, the small and slender cream fem slunk forth, slipping between some clumps of bushes and entering the thicket. When she spoke again, her voice was a soft whisper, " And now, you must find your prey. I will stay here, by the tallest tree - Once you have caught something, return here. The first back gets a prize!"
She fought to keep down the chuckle as Caillen's eyes widened, his maw gaping in an excited grin. The young boy wriggled, unable to stay still, impatiently waiting for his mother's parting words. With a sudden surge of affection, she gave both children a firm lick on the head, before settling down on the soft ground.
" ... Go!"
Caillen's little paws skittered on the ground, his animated features watching Sylvie, ready to bound with her out into the unknown.
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::OOC:: WHEEEEE. I still want to seeeeeeee! <3 PS: Sorry for taking so long!
WC: 337
Once praise left Alaine's mouth and not punishment, the child let out a light sigh, violet gems churning with anticipation of success. A few silly faces left her expressions screwed up and sideways as she stuck her tongue out at Caillen. She knew the answer, haha! Silly boy couldn't compare with Super Sylvie! She chuckled quietly as Caillen was caught making faces at his mother as she continued with their lesson, adding on to Sylvie's awesome answer of AWESOMENESS. To which she made excruciating grinning faces.
Clear of flowers.... Check. Scenting the air... Little white maw rose to the air above her, various smells wafting across the leathery dark brown material, dancing with a south blowing breeze as the party looked north. Check. No predators or prey in this vicinity- only Caillen and Alaine's scents had registered in the border collie's brain. Modified prey drive kicked in as she looked about, wondering if anything of herding interest might be around as well. Alaine was talking again, noting that the trio was already downwind as they entered the thicket. Of course, Sylvie had picked that up earlier, while scenting the air. Upon entering the thicket, the cream lady guardian took up post near a large tree, and with a lick to both kids, they were off.
Caillen's oversized puppy paws skittered on the ground while Sylvie's dainty step allowed for almost immediate acceleration into the thicket. Tiny nose rose once more as the silent stalker scented her surroundings, looking for prey. Skidding at a turn, the lithe little girl dodged a tree or two and took up a position in the underbrush, having caught the scent of a rabbit. Quietly now, and much, much slower, the border collie pup stalked her way through the bushes and clumps of dirts, violet gems wide and watching for the bunny she sought. And there, to the left, was a big, fluffy white rabbit, munching rather animatedly on a stack of leaves.
Soon, soon, Super Sylvie would best her arch-nemesis, Creeper Caillen!
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OOC: RAWR
Caillen was fast on the paws of Sylvie, but unfortunately his own large pads slipped and slid where hers were fleet and nimble. With a silent yelp, the boisterous young boy skidded off into a thicket, leaving his companion alone to hunt as was her bidding.
Finding himself suddenly alone in a leafy, towering world, Caillen sat absently on the earth, his little head cocked at a butterfly that fluttered aimlessly past. With a charmingly boyish grin spread over his maw, the slate-hued whelp lowered to his haunched, and set off stalking the unwitting airborne insect.
From her spot above the children, Alaine let her eyes wander, though her mind did not. She still had much to teach them, and her son.. Well, he was a worrisome sort. Always with his head in the clouds, liable to be taken by some eagerly awaiting hawk of even a hole in the ground. Shifting uneasily, her sharp emerald eyes scanned the tangle of tundra below, the scent of both rabbit and stray puppy drifting up on a cool breeze.
The butterfly was right infront of him, it's shimmering wings opening and closing over the large fallen log. Blue eyes almost crossed with the effort of remaining upon it, Caillen huddled low to the soft soil, his bushy wolf-plume high in the air while his one erect ear remained pressed back against downy coral crown. Three... Two... One... POUNCE! He bounded over the log, tumbled in the air, and landed with a soft whump messily on the other side. The butterfly, unfazed, drifted arrogantly away. With tears smarting behind his eyes from the fall, Caillen sat up slowly, whimpering slightly. He didn't like this game anymore... Besides, Sylvie had probably won it already.
There was a hissing to his left, and a soft, menacing rattle that seemed to shatter the serendipitous silence. And out from the log came a pair of beady eyes, followed by a long, serpentine body.
From her spot on the hill, Alaine shivered slightly, a ripple of unease shifting through her creamy fur and lean muscles. Knowing better than to ignore it, the young mother rose to her feet warily, emerald eyes sharp on the long grasses and ferns.
" Caillen... Sylvie?"
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OOC: SHEESH. I feel like I'm posting at the speed of cold Molasses. |D I SORRY!
From her location in the bushes, Sylvie could see every little detail of the white rabbit before her- his twitching pink nose, the vivid green leaves on which his yellowed teeth tore and tasted, his deep, brown, ever searching eyes... And yet, something seemed amiss. Sylvie flattened out upon the hard earth below her as she reassessed her surroundings.
A few butterflies bobbed about to her right, apparently escaping whatever it was that rustled those bushes. Amethyst gems retreated back to the rabbit, who looked towards the moving brush, but did not run. Tall brown capped ears rose while twitching nose eyed the location of the movement. He stood stock still, alarming the pup. What's the matter, bunny? Something was bothering the rabbit, and she wasn't it? Maw agape in surprise, she watched the rabbit dash off... and instead decided she would go look for Caillen.
It wasn't ADD that caused her change in preference, no, it was something else. Something wasn't sitting right with the intuitive child, and she wanted to know what it was. Padding carefully along, mottled nose raised to catch Caillen's scent, Sylvie pondered what would worry a rabbit. There really weren't many other predators beyond themselves, right...?
A whump resounded to her left, followed by the wafting scent of the wolf-dog pup. Sylvie poked her head out of the brush, barely a half foot away from Caillen, and surveyed him.Oh thank heavens... he's not seriously in trouble... she thought, strangely mother-like in contrast to her young age. Maw opened to see if he was alright- running into a fallen log had to have hurt... but that wasn't what came out. What she heard sent chills down her spine. Vivid purple gems widened with terror as tiny maw announced the creature before them.
"SNAKE!" The child wheeled out of the brush, slipping momentarily before her claws caught purchase in some sturdier earth, tackling Caillen, and sending the pair sprawling a foot or so away from the log. Quickly, the Florida born pup was back on her feet, hurrying Caillen.
"Get up! Get up! We have to get farther away!" The soft rattling of the snake increased now, as the reptilian beast took up a spot on the log they had been before moments ago. The snake reared, tongue lashing, and began a slow, deliberate trek towards them, pausing once or twice more to rear up again. It was obviously threatened by the two puppies- sure, they were larger than what the snake could handle eating, but that poisonous bite... it would kill them regardless.
The Name's Sylvie Ciel. Who be you? Run run run, Chase that little sheepy-pie! and now I chase those cattle, snapping at their heels as they run by.
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OOC: LOL molasses XD <3
Mama wasn't gonna be happy.
Caillen listened to the rattling with a mixture of unease and boredom. What animal made that sound? Alaine wasn't gonna be pleased that he hadn't caught anything, but maybe if he found out what the noise was, she'd at least not make him recite herb names again. That had been boring. I wonder what it is... Maybe it's a-
" SNAKE!"
And then he was eating dirt, and that rattling sound was getting louder and louder. Sylvie's voice was a twist in his ear, but with all the gold in his heart, Caillen tried his hardest to do as she bid. Unfortunately for them both, the fright of her arrival and his own darned clumsiness foiled any chance of a quick getaway. Caillen stumble once, twice, and felt the prickles of an ice-cold fear slide down his gut and make the hair along his ruff stand up in disarray.
The snake approached, and the wolf-dog turned to face it, swelled out his chest and stood infront of Sylvie. His instincts battled with fear, and the snake reared up to meet his daring gaze. Mama wasn't gonna be happy.
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Her paws skittered sharply, her heart pounding in her ears. Something wasn't right... There was that slick feeling deep inside of her, so familiar now that she responded without thought. It was the same clingy darkness that had sent her out the night Sylvie had washed ashore, and the collie heeded it's call without hesitation.
She dared not call out, but her nose was keen, and the scent of her son betrayed his actions like writing across a page. Little Sylvie had been more careful with her scent, disguising it here and there with the whims of her hunt. Floppy ocher ears were poised attentively, searching emerald eyes a blur amongst the mess of ferns and grasses. Where are they... Where are they?!
The too-young mother, her heart filled to bursting as all manner of horrors haunted beneath her eyelids, leaped with an agile grace born of her breeding over a large fallen log, the scent of Caillen drawing her nearer. And there was no time for second-guessing nor thought as she arrowed in on the serpent's head, ivory paws barely touching earth before sending her airborne once more.
Open jaws clashed shut just below the snake's head, bones crunching and the volatile taste of reptilian blood sliding down her throat.
Alaine was no more than a cream blur, the momentum of her body carrying her with such force that there was no graceful landing. Body skidded across the ground, but her mouth remained shut like a steel trap. Finally halting at the base of a high fern clump, the young bitch snorted fiercely and rose to stand on wobbly legs, the small glade now silent of any rattling.
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OOC: Cx Glad you found that amusing.
Sylvie scrambled to get herself back on all fours, untangling those puppy paws from her comrades' as the snakes ever present call of doom resounded behind her. Terror crossed the young girl's face as she hurriedly stood and sought out Caillen's fluffy hybrid form. To her shock and amazement, the young dreamer was standing behind her, facing the rattling reptile on the log. His stance was protective, his vibrant blue eyes devoid of clouds, daring the snake to come any closer as it reared up once more, mere inches from the end of the sodden log it called home.
The young lilac and white border collie stood stunned, trying to get Caillen to run. The snake was almost upon them now- once it reached the end of the log, they were done! And she was not leaving without him! A fire blazed in her eyes as the adrenaline of the situation really kicked in, and yet her body refused to budge. Rooted to the spot, she sought the comfort of the wolf-dog she had come to know as a friend. But her idea of getting comfort turned into a motherly call for escape.
"Cai! Caillen! Exécutez! Nous devons sortir! Que faites-vous?! Caillen!" Amethyst gems widened in fear as the glaring serpent reared up for one last strike at the defiant young puppy...
The underbrush behind the log and snake burst open, golden and crimson leaves flushing out of the gaping opening in the wake of a cream blur. Glinting ivory fangs were opened upon the vile beast and severed it's last hiss with a resounding crunch. Sylvie felt sick to her stomach at the sound, but couldn't help staring in awe as Miss Alaine glided over the two pups, then slid upon the cold ground until she stopped at a clump of ferns. Gloriously, the collie shea rose to unsteady stilts, the now headless string of scales still clamped in her jaws.
"... Whoa." Came a soft compliment, lost amidst the child's heavy breathing and the now draining adrenaline rush she had experienced. Deep violet gems glinted with all manner of respect for her she-dog caretaker. What a crazy way to end a practice hunt... and Sylvie had a sinking feeling that it would probably be their last for awhile.
The Name's Sylvie Ciel. Who be you? Run run run, Chase that little sheepy-pie! and now I chase those cattle, snapping at their heels as they run by.
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OOC: there is a big motherly lecture coming... XD
The snakes eye's were small golden slits, but in them, Caillen could see his death.
It would be painful, and long, and suffering. There would be no fighting it, no way of staying above the tide of poison that would sweep through his body and shut down organs, one by one, till the beating of his young heart was lost to the drone of finality. And that would be it - no more Caillen, no more dreaming, no more winter days spent lounging in the company of those whom had built him. There would be only the cold embrace of death.
But Sylvie would live. In the time it took the snake to strike him down, have him out of the way, she would be long gone. Sylvie would live.
And that meant that the sun would rise tomorrow, and the winter would gradually fade, and the world would become green and beautiful again, because even if he was 6 foot under, Sylvie would live. And the world would go on.
So with clear blue eyes, a dreamer turned soldier. He watched the venom slid in thick drops down the serpent's bared fangs, felt his lip lift to bare his own, the pup's inner wolf snarling and frothing and ready to rumble. And for just a split moment, the snake hesitated, confused by the pup's surprisingly bold display; and it that moment, it sealed it's own fate. The cream lightning struck with fatal accuracy, her emerald eyes a chemical blaze of pure hatred and ice-cold instinct. The head came loose, and it bounced on the earth till it stopped at his paws. The golden eyes, in which death still loomed, stared vacantly at a world it did not see.
Caillen felt a surge of triumph. And then he fainted.
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Her paws shivered beneath her frame, but still she stood, breathing heavily. The air whooshed about the obstruction in her maw, slithered between the ruby diamond of her teeth, was drawn back in by her flared pink nostrils. There was a soft thump as Caillen fell to the ground, and suddenly the fear became real and alive, and she spat the horrid body to the ground and was at her son's side in an instant, checking for bites. Canine paws flipped his small body over - nothing, no sign of a strike. And his little heart still fluttered strongly in his chest, his breathing came easily through open maw.
Alaine sighed softly, and sank down to the ground beside her son, her legs still quivering. Reassured that she could now regain her breath with dignity, the young woman abruptly speared the girl with her piercing emerald eyes, one brow lifted at the expression of awe that had adorned Sylvie's impish features.
" What... Happened... Here?"
Her tone, though musical, was no-nonsense, but her gaze was unbelievably affectionate. She could not be cross, not yet, not with the overwhelming waves of relief still pulsing through her body. Neither of her children had been hurt, her son and daughter were safe... Wait, no, her son and Sylvie were safe, that was it. One paw reached out to pull the young girl to her side, just so she could be reassured that she wasn't harmed.
Speak think elegant
Speak think awkward
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