[DND] Bundle up, Auntie Lyssa is Here!
Evelyn, Remy, Dahlia, and puppies!
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Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free


OOC:A bright and snowy morning, 250+ wc

Lyssa had awoken with the sun to see a snowy wonderland outside her doorstep. The sun made the snow glitter and shine like beautiful jewels. The temperature had been cold enough that the snow had not melted in a long time, meaning that the ice should finally be thick enough. Today would be perfect.

Wrapping herself up warm, she hoisted herself on top of Belle and head into town. She would not be going on this adventure alone. Heart singing, she made her way to her first stop. Lyssa sprung to the door of Eveyln and Santiago and gave a hearty knock. Bounjour, mes amies! the golden woman called through the door, ”Who would like to come out to play?? I would really love it if there were some big, strong girls or boys who could come show me how to ride Belle! And then, maybe we could go do something special!” In reply, a flurry of scattering paws and excited yips could be heard within.

The next stop was at the door of Dahlia and Boone. A small family already in tow, the golden woman bounded up to the door and called out in a sing-song voice, Mes amies! Come out, come out, wherever you are! I am in need of some more companions to come with me to somewhere special! Can you think of anyone who might want to come with us?”

This was going to be a special day, and one that needed to be shared with young hearts. While some of the adults could not equal her enthusiasm, she knew that these pups could and would return it ten-fold. Joy and laughter would sure to be had today. Besides, the new moms and dads of the pack could use a little bit of a break.

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#2
January Thread Prompt Wrote:In the frigid cold that has cloaked itself over the territory, it appears that Bushtail Well has frozen over into a smooth and solid surface of ice. It also appears to be a perfect ice skating rink for anyone interested in showing off their mad skill (or making a complete fool of themselves). Just watch out for those stony slopes leading to the lower pool!
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She came in like storm, her knuckles rapping the wooden surface of the door like cracks of thunder, but it was the children who were responsible for any destruction. At once quietly slumbering, the two puppies she had with her at home awoke and, in an instant, were clambering their way to the door like a tiny herd of wild horses. Sighing through her nose, Evelyn pushed aside her storage inventory logs and rose from her seat without a word.


"Auntie Lyssa!" Rafaela squealed. "I do! I do! I wanna play! I'm big and strong! I can ride Belle! I wanna do something special!" Her chirps were incessant as she whined and yipped and scraped her paws against the door that separated her and Remy from the woman with such grand promises of adventure.


The children obeyed Evelyn's silent command to give her space and, with a final cautionary look at the two youths, she pulled open the door and revealed the bright-eyed woman herself. While the Rafaela alternated between making attempts to jump up on Lyssa, rough-housing with Remy, and making zoomies in the crystalline snow, the Vicar discussed the plans that had brought the woman here.


"All right, then," she said dully after a great deal of thoughtful silence. Now that the kids were awake and infused with uncontrollable excitement, there would be no returning to her work anyway. "Lead the way."


After a brief stop at the Winthrops' residence, where they collected Dahlia and her two children, the small band started for Bushtail Well. At over 5 months old, Rafaela was too big to be comfortably carried and made it clear how big and strong and independent she was by bounding through the snow on her own four legs. Evelyn let Remy walk as much as he wanted to, receptive to carrying him whenever he asked or seemed tired.


And before long, with the sun shimmering brilliantly against its solid surface, the frozen pools of Bushtail Well came into view.


OOC: Made quite a few assumptions here, so please lmk if anything should be changed! Also minor PP to get them to Bushtail Well a little faster but, again, lmk if that's not okay! I'm happy to edit whatever anyone wants. <3

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#3
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All things truly wicked start from Innocence




It wasn't always easy living in a place that was open to the public, or when their living space was on the second floor. It was a bit of a hassle having her son and daughter bounding up and down the stairs, seeming to never be out of energy. She couldn't help but harken back to the days of watching her niece and nephew grow up. Thank goodness she already had experience from that, otherwise she might have gone crazy from trying to catch them all the time.

The song of Lyssa's voice easily carried through the door, though considering it was only the Ugly Coyote, it was a wonder why she didn't just open the door to pop in anyways. It was hard for her children to contain their excitement, feeling much more comfortable with those in the Gang that they had grown up with.

Lyssa being one of them.

Both pups seemed to chime with one another, calling out to the coyote that stood on the other side of the door, "We wanna come! We wanna come!" In an instant, those puppy eyes turned on their mother, having managed to creep up behind them. A smile formed over her muzzle as she pushed open the door, making sure her children knew to stay close. Winter could be tame, or harsh, and the last thing she needed was something happening to them in the middle of this season.

It seemed her family had not been the only one wrapped up in Lyssa's song. The Vicar, her child, and a new little face to the gray one, had come to join them as well. Dahlia offered a short dip of her head to Evelyn, the three being sucked into the group as they all made their way to Bushtail Well. Lyla seemed to make more of an effort to mingle with the other pups, but Rhodes was not too far behind.

Just because he wasn't as outspoken didn't mean he was one to be brushed off to the side.

The gray mother followed along in silence, her hands moving up to her arms a bit. She really did not like the cold, "So Lyssa. What's your grand plan for all of them?"

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#4
OOC: I’ve made a couple of assumptions, if they need changing, please let me know

IC:

Remy went from still and asleep to frantic noise in almost an instant. His older sister was only slightly ahead of him, as the two filled the home with excited yips and clamours. Remy slammed against the door, unable to stop in time, or escape his sister pouncing on him. For a moment there was a great confusion of paws and nips and wood.

”me too! Me too” Remy called out dancing around and chasing his small tail in circles, unsure how to vent all of the electric enthusiasm which coursed through him. As Evelyn shooed them back, Remy sat down, his remaining puppy pudge quivering, and tail sweeping backwards and forwards as he leaned forward, without leaving his sitting position, to try and catch the first scent of the visitor as it wafted through the door.

Released from their orders, Remy zipped about the legs of the adults, lavishly bestowing licks and affection on Lyssa’s ankles, and jumping up to attempt the impossible task of planting a lick on her face. He constantly sprang back to Evelyn’s feet though, almost as if needing to check that she was still there and things were still okay, but once again zooming away, crashing into his larger sister and licking her. Unfortunately, such unbridled and directionless excitement was doubtless something that would make preparations to leave take a little longer. Luckily, the sight of Belle had Remy stop in his tracks. He’d only had limited experiences with horses, but he’d fallen in love. The ones he’d met were gentle and intelligent, but they’d been so big, although compared to him, so many things were.

Remy insisted on walking, his legs shorter than his siter’s, and so he leapt over some of the deeper drifts, or stuck close to Evelyn so there was flatter snow behind her, but he struggled on with no complaints. As just being out of the house with his family was fun, Remy had no problems with the detour, and when he realised that Lyla and Rhodes were coming, he immediately came up to them and greeted them warming, and gave off the same indiscriminate affection to Dahlia.

Of course, the surges of puppyish energy, and the cold, always have their price, and as they continued to walk in the cold, Remy flagged a little, his leaps became a little less bouncy, and his tail droop just a little lower, but still he said nothing, not wishing to look like a baby in front of everyone. When Evelyn scooped him up though, he made no protest, just snuggled against her, and gave her face lick.

”Love you Evie.” he whispered quietly, grateful to her for not making him have to ask, and closed his eyes, dozing as he listened to her heart, comfortable in her embrace.
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Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free


OOC:250+ wc

One, two, three, four. Four little pups followed Lyssa and her horse. Of course, two less enthusiastic mothers followed as well, tending to the various needs of the children as they made their way. Lyssa gave them wide smiles, trying to help with the needs of the pups as much as she was able.

As Rhodes seemed to slow, Lyssa scooped up the little one and planted a big kiss on his cheek. As the pup squirmed, she laughed in delight. As they walked, Dahlia slid beside her, asking about their destination. Silently, she made a shhhh shape with her mouth. The golden woman shot her a playful look as she covered the ears of the one still in her arms.

Quietly, she whispered the secret to the grey coyote. ”We’re going to the Bushtail Well to play on the ice.” Her light eyebrows raised in happiness, watching her friend’s reaction.

After a while they reached their destination; The frozen pools at Bushtail Well. The ice glimmered in the sunlight, looking flat and smooth. ”We’re here!” She exclaimed to the children, running forward.

Just as she was about to reach the ice, she paused, holding out her arm in way of the little ones. ”Wait,” she whispered, looking into each little pair of eyes, ”It could be dangerous.” Dramatically, Lyssa crept forwards, gently placing her foot on the ice. Slowly, looking back at the pups with a scared face, she let her weight fall onto her one foot. She paused, waiting to hear creaking or cracking. Nothing happened.

Next, she stepped forward to bring her other foot onto the ice, pausing again to increase the tension. When more nothing happened, her smile grew wide as she stood on the ice triumphantly. ”Well, what are you waiting for?” She asked with a smile.


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#6
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Lyssa was sweet; much too sweet for this world, so far as Evelyn was concerned. But she appreciated her devotion towards and the care that she showed to the Gang's children. And, for their part, the youngsters seemed to adore her, too. She will be a good mother, the Vicar decided silently, someday. Someday.


Running around like a woman possessed, Rafaela wasn't shy to demonstrate how much more control and ability she had as the eldest puppy among their merry band. She zoomed and she zipped, kicking up clouds of snow and tripping on her oversized feet more times than Evelyn cared to count, occasionally trying to engage the younger pups into her play. After Evelyn yipped a sharp warning, reminding her that she was bigger than the other children, Rafa was more careful around the younger pups and, instead, showed off her prowess as an older kid.


When it became clear that Remy could no longer manage the snow with his little legs, Evelyn bent and scooped him up into her arms, instinctively wrapping him in her cloak and shawl whether he felt cold or not. Though his whispered words melted her frozen heart, she held her expression steady. But then she tipped her nose to his downy head and gave his face and ears a loving lick.


"Finally!" Rafaela yapped energetically, her long, thin tail swaying. And when Lyssa ran forwards, so did the young Tejada. The woman's thematic pause, however, stopped the child so abruptly that she tripped over her paws and fell, face-first, into the powdery snow.


Scrambling back up, the young coyote didn't bother shaking off the snow that clung to her face and ruff out of fear that she would miss something important from Lyssa. Awed, the child watched as her auntie crept forwards onto the ice and, after several beats where nothing more happened, announced triumph.


Grinning broadly, Rafaela bounced forwards again hit the ice with a mixture of confusion and delight as her oversizes paws slipped out from beneath her while her body slid over the surface with her momentum.


OOC: All looks good to me! Sorry for the delay, my friends. <3 If It takes me >48 hours to reply next time, please feel free to skip me. c:

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All things truly wicked start from Innocence




Lyla and Rhodes wasted no time in greeting Remy as he stepped forward to greet them, even giving a warm greeting to the mother as her children went to mingle with the other one trailing along with the Vicar. Lowering herself down to the ground, she gave the young boy a run of her fingers over the top of his head. He was so full of energy, much like her own daughter was, and she was happy he was well recieved by the family that had taken him in. Evelyn was a great mother.

If only she could be sure to meet the same level when it came to her children. She wasn't going to lose them like she lost Faith's.

Their walk resumed, green gaze shifting over as she noticed the bandaged mother taking Remy into her arms. She couldn't help but notice her son and daughter gaze up at her when she had done this, like there might have been something wrong with him. She gave them a smile, a reassurance that there was nothing to worry about. They had mostly returned to their own devices, though there was a small whimper from her light son when he was scooped off his own feet. Lyssa had taken him into her own arms, noticing he was lagging behind the others.

And though he liked the lighter coyote, it was a bit weird to be in the grasp of someone that wasn't his parents. Still, Dahlia reached out to her son, ruffling the fur on the top of his head, giving him a gentle sound to calm him down.

At least Lyla was content to keep walking through the snow.

The gray coyote couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when she not only put her arm around Rhodes' ears, but explained her plan. They were going to play on the ice. Being a mother, it was sure to be a normal reaction that she may be hesitant to all this, unsure if that was really the wisest idea to have, but there would be three adults. If something were to happen, they would have plenty willing to risk the blistering cold to protect the children.

Dahlia found herself at the Vicar's side as they came to Bushtail Well. Her gaze focused on Lyssa, still seeming to carry her son as she drew closer to edge of the ice. Excitedly, Lyla made a bound for it, only to be stopped by the adult's arm. Well that was boring. Still, she waited, with the others, until Lyssa said it was safe for them.

Rafaela was the first, bounding onto the ice, only to have slipped and moved across the surface. Lyla gave a small laugh before placing her paws on the ice, doing her best to stay upright. It was much harder than she first thought it would be. Her little legs shook, but she stood proudly, "I did it!"

Only to be knocked over by her brother as he had jumped onto the ice, instantly slipping due to the surface. He had slid enough to bump into his sister, knocking her over, "Rhodes!"

"Sorry.."

+500 words.

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#8
OOC: I apologise profusely for the wait, I completely lost track of whose turn it was to post.

IC:

Even after their conversation, Remy still never slept well at night, and certainly never without being beside Calhoun. So in his Evie’s arms, wrapped up in the scent of her, Remy dozed. The rhythmic movement of her gait and beat of her steady heart, were better than any lullaby. The pup with the soot coloured back could still hear everything happening around him, but he felt no need to open his eyes, his breathing slowing by degree, and more of his body relaxing into the Vicar, until there was no tension left in him, and he was being fully supported by Evie’s confident arms. Sounds began to fade, and Remy began to drift, being drawn deeper into, dreamless, relaxing.

Remy’s body jerked, his eyes flying open as he realised Evie had stopped, and worse his new friends were beating him to the ice, which glittered and gleamed invitingly. Despite not having shed all the tendrils of sleep, Remy squirmed with impatience, wriggling to get to the ground, too impatient to wait to be lowered all the way, he leapt from Evie’s arms, tumbling into the snow, and heading like a hare being chased, to the ice. Ever since Evie and Santiago had taken him in, Remy had always done his best to keep up with his older adopted siblings, and he was determined to prove that he was a big boy and could do everything that Rafaela could do. Unfortunately, impatience is rarely rewarded, and Remy did not change his gait, or pace as he reached the ice. As his front paws hit the ice, he lurched forwards, keeping his balance only because his rump slammed down, but he didn’t stop, he skidded along on his rear. Remy didn’t realise something so cold could burn so much. As he came to a halt, far from any pushing off points, Remy stood and tried to run, for a moment he ran in place, before shooting forwards, heading towards Rafaela at speed.

”Watch out!” he called, before crashing into his sister, fortuitously, using her as a way of changing his trajectory and skidding towards Rhodes and Lyla, slowing just before he got to them, his tongue lolling at the pair, his eyes bright with excitement.

”That was fun!” he announced to the younger pups.

”Dahlia push me push me!” He said to the grown up who was in his immediate line of sight.
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Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free


OOC:250+ wc

The puppies joined Lyssa on the ice, limbs and paws skidding in every direction. Most of them lost their footing and slid across the ice, their young legs unable to hold them up at first. Lyssa laughed at their joy at the new experience, reveling in being able to share this experience. She slid around with them, chasing or being chased by the little ones.

Lyssa had found joy in sliding on the ice when she was younger as well, but she was never able to share it with anyone else. That feeling was fleeting, disappearing when she realized that she was all alone. No mother, no sisters, no friends. She was alone for most of her first winter, and it had been very hard on her.

Now, she looked around to all the smiling faces and barks of excitement. She had a family in her pack; A family to share fun experiences and get comfort when times were tough. She knew this winter would get tougher still, but at least they had each other to rely on. They should enjoy the good times now because they did not know when that could end.

Lyssa looked over at the two mothers stood by the side of the ice. They seemed almost isolated, away from the chaos. Perhaps they might need a break, but they also need a chance to have fun themselves. Lyssa slid her way over to the two adults and waved at them. "Ya Dahlia, come push Remy! And you too Eveyln! Come join the fun!"


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His was an age of extremes: playing at the speed of light and sleeping like the dead. They required more attention, she had found, but they were also more easily satisfied at his age than at that of Rafaela, Luciana, and Calhoun. For the most part, anyway. There were still days when they would come home, panting and exhausted, and flop into a heap of loose fur and puppy fat to give themselves up to an impromptu nap.


When they were sleeping, that was the time Evelyn allowed her emotions to roam free and wild. Then it was safest.


Feeling Remy doze, the Vicar held him a little closer against her bosom and did not let the crashing waves of affection from breaching the impassive walls shielding her expression. There were eyes to see her, and she did not wish for such things to be seen.


She might have laughed, if she were the type of laugh, when Remy jerked awake and immediately wriggled to be let down. Instead, she attempted to tighten her embrace and slowly began to lower him nearer the earth. "Just you wait now, Remy," she said. But the child would do no such thing. With a particularly talented contort, he broke free of her grip and plummeted to soft snow and then took off without a second thought.


"Young'uns," she said under her breath, giving her head a slow shake and watching as he careened into Rafaela.


Rafa had just managed to find her balance again. Her face ignited into pride and happiness, only to fall into despair the moment she laid eyes on Remy. "Remy!" she growled, crashing back onto the ice while he pushed off her to carry on his ice-capades. "Not fair!"


For several moments (but not as long as it had taken the first time), Rafaela commanded her feet to cooperate with the ice below until, again with triumph, she managed to get herself upright again. "Ha! I did it!" Walking, however, was a different matter. After too many failed attempts, Rafa decided to join the others in being pushed and joined in the chorus for someone to push her.


Evelyn breathed in the cold air deeply then, silently, she moved towards the ice. "Hn." She was no stranger to its playful ways and she moved carefully towards the nearest child, which wasn't either of hers. "Ready?" she asked the pup flatly, bandaged hands prepped to push the youth forward over ice.


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All things truly wicked start from Innocence




Dahlia watched all the pups as they made their way onto the ice one by one. She couldn't help but give a small chuckle when Rhodes had accidently knocked his sister over, breaking the small victory she had. It was only natural that she would get a little upset with him, and being the kind soul that he was, instantly apologized. Meanwhile, Lyssa was moving between all of them, carefree as could be, though mindful of where they all were compared to her as she moved.

The gray coyote's attention was turned away to the sound of Remy's voice. Honestly, she would have expected the young pup to ask his mother to push him, but he was instead calling out for her, only to be encouraged by Lyssa to come join. Her green eyes had flashed a glance of concern over to the Vicar, not too keen on herself getting on the ice. Adults were bound to weigh more than children, but if Lyssa could then what was the problem?

Perhaps that was just nothing more than a natural worry, though something she and Evelyn shared, as the scarred woman was cautious in her movements onto the ice. Dahlia wasn't too far behind her, testing the movement of her feet on the ice before slowly making her way over towards the dark pup. Her hands found her way down to the child, laying them flat against him, "Ready?"

Once he gave her the word, she began to push Remy along the ice, mindful of the way her own feet were moving.
Eventually, the mother did give a passing glance to the side, noticing that Evelyn had made her way over to Rhodes. He had managed to sit himself up, looking up at the Vicar, "Uhh... umm... I don't know."

"Oh don't be such a baby Rhodes."

Rhodes gave a small whine, but it made him try and act tough just to prove his sister wrong, "I am not a baby. See? I'm ready now."

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Remy squealed in delight as Dahlia’s steady hands pushed him along, giving him a gentle shove so that he slid along the ice. Although he’d not been with the pack long, the instinctual need inside the pup to form a bond with a carer had latched strongly onto Evelyn, but unconsciously there was perhaps a fear that it could happen again, so Remy had showered his energy and affection on all, creating a network, and while his Evie would always be at the centre of that web, with her close by, Remy was fearless and had the courage to approach anyone. As his sliding began to slow, Remy began to twist slowly, performing a slow one hundred and eighty degree twist, before losing his footing and slumping to the ground, almost gracefully. The expression on his face was one of annoyance, as though the frozen lake was behaving entirely unfairly. With a grunt he got his butt in the air, which was fine, but began sliding him forwards, so Remy moved across the ice in a strange butt up play bow. With a determined grunt, the small, soot pelted pup, did his best to get his front paws beneath him, somehow it didn’t work and he managed to fall into an awkward forward roll, that ended in a his back hitting the ice with a thud, and shudder of vibration passing a little distance form him.

For a moment Remy lay very still, and then sat up awkwardly, his expression a little dazed, but there were no tears, and after a few more breaths he got to his feet, heading back to Evelyn as fast he could, for a little breather, to make sure she was still there, and reassure himself that he was okay. His speed was only just a little too fast, and he bumped Evie’s foot, coming to a stop between her legs, protected from the world there. He placed his nose against her leg, inhaling her familiar scent, which was so uniquely her. There was doubtless a milieu of fragrances that made up that scent, but to Remy it smelled of safety, warmth, home.

”Don’t be mean!” Remy snapped at Rhodes’ sister, indignation radiating from him. The soot pelted pup was aware of how fear could paralyse, he just had to think of his nightmares. ”You shouldn’t be mean!” Remy concluded with all the eloquence of a pup.
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Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free


OOC: 250+ wc

Lyssa’s heart flew with excitement as she watched the mothers join the pups in their play. Rafaela slid across the ice, Dahlia and Eveyln pushed the young ones with wagging tails, and Remy, bless his soul, did a rough tumble out of a spin. Instead of crying, he made his way back to his mother, crashing into her legs instead. Lyssa laughed, and while she loved all the young chispas, she found that Remy had wriggled his way into a special place in her heart. It was so enduring the way he drew trouble to him like none of the other pups.

They played for a bit longer in the cold until Lyssa noticed that all of the pups were starting to shiver. ”Come on,” She said, glancing at the other women, ”I think it’s about time we head home. How about we get some warm food from the Ugly Coyote! We could surprise Boone with a chilly hug!” It was clear looking at the eyes of the mothers that they had stayed outside for a little too long. They needed to get all warmed up again. Lyssa scooped up the nearest shivering pup and held them close to her chest, giving their little legs a rest.

So they all headed back the same way they had arrived at Bushtail Well, with bright smiles and wagging tails, but perhaps a little tired and covered in snow. She stroked the head of the little one in her arms, letting herself soak up the happiness of the afternoon. Puppies just filled her heart so much that it ached. Instead of focusing on the reason why, she shoved that thought to the back of her mind, not yet ready to face the truth.

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