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[Vivienne Butler]

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vivienne butlerFeel it in your bones as the wolves surround our homes and the violent storm makes its way to the coast

The door was open.

Vivienne lie curled upon the large pillow that she and Silvia has shared since infanthood. Dreams of the future had filled her sleep, subconscious desires of shifting, maturity, and thumbs brought to the surface; already at three months of age, the time was nearing swiftly, while simultaneously seeming to remain so impossibly far away. The scarlet babe slowly eased awake from the dreams of juvenile ambitions and desires, yawning as she stretched her stiffened limbs and yawned, all the while blinking curiously at the morning light flooding through the partially opened door.

The door was open.

This was a momentous occasion for the infamous Vivienne Scarlett; though many of the doors in the house had long since warped beyond the ability to close, the Butler dam had possessed the foresight to see the need of harboring puppies in a room she could close off, full aware of the whirlwind of energy her daughter could be if left unbridled. Because of this, Vivienne was eternally imprisoned to the bareness of the nursery room - bare walls, and bare floors saved for the pillows and toys the youngest broods were afforded as entertainment. Somehow, her mother must have forgotten that previous night to check and ensure that the door was properly shut.

But now, she was free.

Without a second thought, the pup slid from the warm cushion and began to spring to and through the open door. Blunt puppy claws clicked authoritatively as she made her way to her choice room; though there were many bedrooms within the house, she knew which sibling seemed to be the source of the most fun and intrigue. Certainly the room where her parent's slept would be avoided, as the juvenile knew being discovered by one of her long-legged keepers would result in a swift end to her adventure. Not Estella, whose door was passed without a glance - she was the polished Butler, who seemed prone to turn the most trivial conversations into something political or high-witted, her thoughtful words effectively bored the youth beyond understanding and managed to make her feel less intelligent. Not Samuel, whose door was also passed; though more fun than her eldest sister, she still found her big brother far too large to effectively puppymuscle him around, and too capable of using his size to put her in her place. Basil was her prize.

With a colorful vocabulary, and delightfully colorful personality to match, pestering bonding with the firstborn had become one of her favorite sports as she had grown older. Shifting from the excited prance, claws skittered upon the wood floor as Vivienne launched herself into a bound, bursting through the slight part of his ajar bedroom door. Her paws hooked onto the bed as she skidded haphazardly to a halt, struggling desperately to pull herself up to more effectively communicate with her brother. When she failed, the girl simply settled for attempting to wrap her teeth around and ear and hang on with enough tenacity to drag him to the floor. The room went from slumbering silence to hushed puppy whines in an instant. "Basil Basil! Let's go play somewhere 'fore Maman and Papa wake up. Basil? Basil! Come on!" Her tone was demanding, like that royalty commanding a lesser subject. Between the words she would excitedly lick his face, tongue and hot puppy breath enthusiastically showering her brother with adoration and an obvious need for attention.

((this thread :I Assuming she's about 3/4 monthish))

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[Basil Butler]

OOC: ((000)) Alrighty~

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The time alone was a welcome opportunity. Though he was a wild and rambunctious pup, and still possessed many of those same qualities at his current age, Basil Butler now was eager to enjoy silence in the privacy of his own personal space. He was playful during the day, deviously dashing about the Court lands in search of lives to ruin, it seemed. Now, however, he'd taken a break from his typically heinous activities, a relief to likely more than just the mutt. He was sleeping, something most did through the night.

That was, until he was impolitely beaconed by the whining voice of his sister.

He groaned aloud, half-asleep, his bi-coloured eyes closed and breath heavy before she'd entered. What time was it now? No doubt an unlikely one to be up and running about like what was requested... Better yet, suggested. She hadn't asked, the demand was yelped from the scarlet form. With a heavily irritated sigh, the hybrid male sat up. The expression plastered upon his face was commonly one of sleepy arrogance, never quite the same innocent smile from his other siblings. Now, though, it was right to say the boy was clearly annoyed, and he'd only just gotten out of bed.

White gloved hands plucking the fluffy pup from the floor, raising her to his level as he spoke. Why in God's name are ya in my room at this hour, Vivienne? He scoffed. Play? She wanted to play. He couldn't keep the groan concealed.
Do ya realise ya ain't 'sposed to be up an' runnin' about like this, oui? I should tell Mère right this instant... He threatened, glaring intensely at the poor girl. But then, he was never one to tattle on another... It was childish, and as if he couldn't handle the problem on his own! No, to tell his mother of his younger sister's disobedience would be insulting to his own abilities.

He set her down on his bed gently, another heavy sigh exiting his body.
After he'd been able to shift, Basil had taken the comfort of wearing a large olive-coloured military-styled jacket, one with plenty of pockets and buckles. It was thick enough to keep him warm during the winter months, yet not so heavy as to leave him uncomfortable in the sun. Along with the coat, the French-cockney male adopted a pair of black bottoms, rolled up to a fitting form. Other than that, he bore nothing, beside the trinket given to him by Aoves when he'd finally been able to function in his two-legged stance.

The mutt crossed his arms and gave into her pleas. If he hadn't, he was sure he'd manage to get little privacy from the persistently boisterous youth. Très bien, Vivienne, but you listen to moi, got it? If he was having to treat her like a fugitive, she'd best at least be cooperative.
Where did ya want to go?

[Vivienne Butler]

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The groan only registered positively - it was a good sound, it meant that her ambush had been effective and that he was awake. "Because I love you bruvvah!" the youth piped up, tail wagging vigorously as she stated her love. She truly did mean the words she spoke, but the issue being that Vivienne's perception of love usually went hand in hand with having her childish whims obeyed. At the mention of telling her mother, a dramatic whine drawled from her throat - her head lowered submissively, meaning to enhance the theatrics of the glossy puppy brown eyes looking back up at him. "Nooooooon!" And the whines did not cease until he picked her up, and decided against telling of her escapades to their mother.

The pup wiggled excitably in his grip, bounding forward as soon as he set her down to place her dainty round paws upon his chest. Her soft tongue shot out to lick at his face and chin again, her tail beginning to wag all the more cheerfully when the plan was accepted. "We 'ave t' go t' Lunenbug, I want pretty ribbons like the ones Stella 'as." Her long ears bounced with the barks the pup uttered, her body always moving - paws pawing at his chest, tail waving, feet shifting as she tried to keep her balance in the awkward bipedal stance.

Vivienne didn't really know if that's where she'd gotten the pretty white strips of decoration from, but knew Estella spoke of going to Lunenburg ( a place rather difficult to pronounce for the youth) often, and gradually made the connection that maybe that's where anything of a mature nature, or the things usually reserved for those that had shifted, came from. Nevermind the fact that she didn't have hair; it was something her mature older sister seemed prone to do, and thus, it was a obviously a necessary thing for Vivienne to mimic.

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[Basil Butler]

OOC: ((000)) --

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Love... Right. He muttered in a stoical manner. The mutt didn't doubt that deep down, his younger sister loved all of her family members unconditionally, as they all should, but he hardly accepted her grasp on that concept. She'd love anything if it promised to carry her away on some new adventure and submit to her every want and plea; it was the same for any pup, the innocently selfish quality clearly displayed or not.

His dual-coloured eyes of blue and grey widened at her howling, raising white hands in attempt to quiet her whines. Thankfully, they'd stopped in the process of granting her the trip she demanded, but unless she planned to be returned to her pillow before they could exit the wolf-dog's room, it was necessary to keep her voice down. "Shh! Damn it all, Vivienne! I won't 'ave to tell Mère if ya keep tha' sort of carelessness up!" He hissed, trying to keep his voice lowered in example.

A disgusted sigh left him as he was licked, finding the display, no matter how affectionate, unpleasant. It wasn't an opinion that would soon leave the merle, who would go on to finding intimacy trivial as well. Now, however, his mind never wondered on the subject of sexuality and it's related endeavors, thankfully disregarded until he was to reach maturity.
Wiping his face with the sleeve of his jacket, the Butler boy frowned. "Lunenburg? For ribbon?" It wasn't as if the place was far off, as they actually lived close enough to wander through the town frequently. It wouldn't be impossible for the pair to make the trip without being their absence being noticed, as long as they returned remotely soon. Still, his brow furrowed. "An' what exactly do you plan to do wif ribbon?" Another soft groan left him as he gently pushed her aside, getting up and stretching his back. Girls...

Running a hand through his shaggy locks, Basil headed to his bedroom door and slowly creaked it open, before turning to his visibly excited sibling. Raising a brow, he mumbled a quiet "Ya comin'?", sure that the coast was clear and their first step to the door wasn't an impossible feat.

[Vivienne Butler]

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Vivienne's countenance changed in an instance, wet and doggishly pitiful brown eyes suddenly sharp as she watched her brother rise,, and walk away from the bed. As the colorful sibling walked away, Vivienne only stared - first at him, then down to the floor, which seemed miles away for the tiny child. When finally lifting her gaze to him, watery brown eyes both hopeful and piteously sad at once. He'd picked her up, and now she wanted him to help her down. The Butler child's tail wagged hesitantly, and she drummed her small paws against the bed as if contemplating the trajectory from her perch to the floor - the babe was young though, and unfamiliar with things such as jumping from heights, or even going down stairs, and the idea of doing so now was too new and frightening. A whine started up, high pitched and wavering fearfully in her throat as she uneasily pawed at his bed. "Basie, it's too 'igh." :C She crouched with her head on her paws, eyes falling down to look below, a seemingly dizzying distance between her and the floor. However her position might have shifted, Vivienne had no intention of moving to the ground on her own, and the child wiggled and shuffled awkwardly, all the while looking pitifully between her brother and the floor.

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[Basil Butler]

OOC: ((000)) Crap post is crap sorry. ;n;

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Basil couldn't contain the condescending look of incredibility. The pup had managed to sneak away from her designated spot, tip-toed past the territories of her more responsible siblings (who would have likely returned her to the pillow without even listening to single whimpered plea) and made it to the merle mutt's room without an angered adult on her haunches. She was demanding to be lead from the house, off on a wild and forbidden adventure that would leave the pair grounded for an eternity if caught (though it was more likely that Basil would end up drawing the short stick, as he was plenty old enough to know better, and could have easily just ignored or otherwise denied the request), daring potential run-ins with complete strangers or creepy creatures... But she couldn't even get off of his bed. It was almost amusing.

Giving his silver and icey glue eyes a roll, the merle male grumbled something under his breath about a bloo'y pest before slowly making his way back to the bed. Vivienne never ceased to baffle the boy.

Gently, he'd lifted her up again, giving her a look not unlike her father's shared style of grinning, before setting the pup down with uncharacteristic tenderness. When she had finally be set upon the floor of his room, no longer at risk of plummeting to the ground below, the Butler son stood up and shoved his white gloved hands into the deep pockets of his olive-green jacket. "There... Are ya rea'y now, Vivienne, or do we 'ave t' cancel our li'l trip 'cause ya may trip over a rock, or God forbid ya get a bug bite." He mocked a gasp, readily making fun at her disadvantaging lack of age and height.

With another passed along smirk, the two-legged male started out of his door again, glancing back to see if he hadn't broken down the peppy girl's spirit too soon.

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Much to her relief, Basil came over and picked her up. Once settled upon the floor, Vivienne didn't even stop to listen to his words, rather upon the moment her paws made contact with the floor, she had begun to scuttle out of the door and down the hall. Her head was held low as she attempted to mimic the stealthy crouch of a beast on the prowl, but her little body lacked the proper agility of movement, her ears dragging the ground as her tail and rump wagged in overtime trying to control her balance. Without warning the Butler clumsily caught a trailing ear with a paw, her chin smacking against the floor as her head was pinned at the overly long flopping cartilage. A dull little 'oomph' of surprise, Vivienne's recollected herself, head turning swiftly and shaking away her surprise. As her head tilted and angled, she realized that she'd tripped directly in front of her parents door.

For so much of the night before, Aoves had been awake; getting Vivienne to sleep was no easy task without spinning a grand tale that lulled the girl to sleep, taking her from fantastic imaginings and phasing them into colorful dreams. Then came the attempts to make up for all of her separation from Harvey, and at the end of every day, Aoves was fortunate to have the energy to turn a few pages of a book. When the woman heard the muffled thump, and Vivienne's quiet exclamation, she was quite certain is was simply the odd continuation of her current dream. She shifted groggily beneath the blankets, mumbling something along the lines that 'her hens should have been more skillfully netted', and then rolled to nestle her head comfortably beneath Harvey's soft neck, still murmuring drowsily, now about the loss of her favorite rooster, Chanteclair. The dam inhaled deeply, and fell silent upon no longer hearing the stirring sounds outside of their door; she'd blocked out all sound, sight, and could only smell Harvey, and easily fell back into her deep sleep once again.

Vivienne was still rooted to the wood floor, waiting to see if she'd have to deploy her sad eyed techniques to garner all the pity she could. Upon hearing her mothers voice, the pup's eyes went wide, and did not narrow again until the woman silenced and became still. Entirely unphased, and creeping inelegantly along the floor once again, Vivienne continued on as if nothing had happened. She stuck her tongue out at Silvia where the girl still rested at the bed, and continued to the door, stubby legs moving in an almost businesslike haste as she waddled onward.

((it's alright!))

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[Basil Butler]

OOC: ((000)) Ohgoodness sorry for lateness. :I

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It wasn't to last long, he thought, knowing the attention span of his younger sister (or lack thereof) and understanding that the possibility that they weren't even going to make it through the front door with the scarlet pup's clumsiness. The duo wasn't too far along before she'd appeared to prove his assumptions correct.
Basil's heterochromic eyes widened, the clear split of bright silver and pale blue visible. Quickly shifting his expression into a glare, the boy hissed, "Vivienne! Dear Lord, you really 'ave no actual intention of 'eadin' out, do you?" The mutt huffed, finished mocking his sibling once again. The question was rhetorical, but the merle male couldn't help but to wince eternally, instantly regretting his sarcasm as he assumed the youth would be unable to catch on, and ramble on about his negativity. He didn't need an answer, he simply wished for her to be quiet if they had any hope in getting away without their parents grounding them both until their third birthday.
He paused, ears perked (save for the tip on one semi-flopped ear that refused to do as told) as he listened for the horrid padding of his parents' feet. Some time went by, but nothing more than heavy breaths were heard, causing the Butler son to give an almost silent sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the adults slept still, his father's scarred arms wrapped protectively around their mother, her presence warding off evil dreams that threatened to show themselves through imagination in his slumber. Though the French female likely wasn't the particular reason behind the shepherd's calm rest, he liked to believe her company kept him safe from what bad still lingered (as well as ghostly roosters).
Confidently Basil started again, raising a brow toward Vivienne in a look that said Pure luck, kid, let's not test that again.
Upon their passing of her room, the trouble-making mutt rolled his eyes at the pup's gesture, finding it immature and unnecessary (though he was know for the same sort of behavior when he was younger), but continuing on his path nonetheless.
When they'd finally made it to the door, the male took about glance about carefully, listening for any movements, evidence of a spying tattletale. Content with the results of his scan, the optime wolfdog slowly opened the door.