Arlen!!! on Ice

Lyris

POSTED: Fri Jan 20, 2017 8:36 pm

After a busy day in the life of a pup, all Arlen wanted to do was sit down and relax. It was hard being a pup in this day and age! What with winter and all the snow, he'd had to do a lot of work to get places now. It wasn't like the good old days of fall where the roads where clear and his nose didn't drip just because he'd been outside playing for 12 hours. He could hide in piles of leaves for minutes without being caught during a game of hide and seek, but now? There was no way to hide a coat like his in the bright white snow. It just didn't happen. No sirree, there really wasn't anything quite like autumn. Arlen missed it more and more each day. Every morning when he woke up, he made a point to check outside his window to see if it had returned like mother had said it would. And each morning when he saw that it hadn't, he ran straight to her demanding to know when it would.

Sad and dejected that once more, the day had not miraculously changed the season on him, Arlen turned away from the balcony outside his dad's office. He had been playing inside the courthouse a lot lately Playing being, of course, pestering all the busy adults who had work to do. Arlen didn't understand why they bothered doing pointless work every day when there were more important things to see to, like playing with kids. Lately, most of them had gotten better at ignoring him or sending him away to do something else. Rather than admit defeat, Arlen had devised a new form of amusement. He would go around taking things from the courthouse. He never stole anything of course, because that would get him in serious trouble if he ever got caught. Instead, he found new homes for things he saw lying around. They were lonely without someone to play with. They needed a change of scenery. So what did it matter if someone's hammer found its way into his sisters' room? Or when a book miraculously disappeared only to be found in some obscure corner along with an empty vase and a handful of grapes? It's not like he was hurting anything after all...

Before he began the trek back to his house, he stepped in his father's office and glanced through the window to see his mother hard at work down below. She'd been working with the horses a lot lately and Arlen didn't like it. She always seemed so busy and so stressed. Sure, she still made a point to interact with her kids but as usual, Arlen wanted more. Silently, he sat there looking in, contemplating what to do. His green eyes narrowed as he thought and a very serious, Lyris-like expression crossed his face. "That's it!" He broke into a grin and his tail wagged with enthusiasm. He knew what to do! Forgetting to be quiet so it could be a surprise, he gave a little yip as he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. Down the stairs he ran - and he only slipped twice - and out the door to the gardens that lay outside.

Squirming with excitement, he barreled into the gardens without stopping to consider that maybe, just maybe, the flowers in the garden might have died like the ones outside. When his little green eyes beheld the dried, brown plants that had once been so colorful and pretty, he seemed to slump where he stood. This wouldn't do... He stepped forward, sniffing for one that had possibly survived the cold to no avail. They were all squished and broken and -wait there's one! Just as dead as the rest of them, this flower seemed to have stayed in tact somehow. Gently, Arlen clasped the stem in his mouth and snapped it off before turning to the garden entrance. Ooooh, mother was going to love this.


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POSTED: Thu Feb 02, 2017 8:56 pm

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As much as Lyris enjoyed her day to day task of caring for and learning about the horses of her home, she had come to feel slightly overwhelmed. With the recent addition of several new animals from Midnight Shores only days before, the Cavallo was suddenly facing a daunting task. Among two barely-broken mares in dire need of training, there was now, additionally, a stallion in the same situation. Wild and only introduced to minimal training originally, the male was certainly going to be a handful. And now there were countless new chickens and sheep crowding the coop and barn, and not to mention the heavily pregnant cows, of which Lyris had no idea how to approach. With the only free-roam grazing ground inside the Fort, the mother could see her Cavaliers feeling crowded out. She also had fear for her most recent children and their small size. Arlen, Myra, and Remus all had bodies the perfect height to be clipped by horses hooves, and Lyris may dissolve if any such harm came to them. Something had to be done. An idea had been tugging at her mind, but she would need to confront Luca about it. She glanced briefly to the darkness in his office.

She was brushing Nevada's new filly whom she had yet to name. The little female had gradually come to accept the feeling of the brush over her coarse hair- even enjoy it- and the activity had become part of her daily routine. Lyris made sure to put special time aside for the filly, as training her from such a fresh age would ensure her best and most effective development. What Lyris didn't want to admit to herself was that half the reason she chose to brush the filly in this particular moment was that she was avoiding the grueling task of leading the new stallion from Midnight Shores out to graze. He was not too wild to handle, per say, but his shoving of the reins and nipping at her fingers proved to be exhausting. A sigh left the Cavallo, and she stroked the young tobiano down the nose. "You haven't got any ideas, do you?" The baby just looked at her with dark eyes, and Lyris patted her along the neck. "I didn't think so."

It was just then that a pattering of small and achingly familiar footsteps shattered Lyris's serene scene. Lifting her nose, the mother spotted the unmistakable little red body of her son scurrying as quickly as his short legs would carry him towards the gardens. It wasn't unlike Arlen to wander into the gardens, but he seemed particularly determine this time around. Instinctually, Lyris guided the filly back into her stall, hung the brush, and followed the Poco with silent footsteps. She shifted while she walked, and by the time she entered the fold of trees that was the garden, the Stryder was in her Lupus skin. Moving quietly through the foliage, the pale woman kept her jade eyes searching, ready to stop on any out-of-place splotch of red that may make itself known to her.

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POSTED: Sun Feb 05, 2017 3:28 am

Arlen Stryder
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Stubby little puppy legs were incredibly inefficient for this important task, but Arlen made do with what he had. Unable to pull of that mile-eating graceful lope that adults seemed to excel at, the red child instead chose the straight-legged trot as his mode of transportation. A little bit of waddle and a whole lot of bounce and he managed to make pretty good time in the snow. Strange how it seemed to be some much faster to run at a breakneck speed from the courthouse to the garden, but from the garden to the stable seemed so much farther away. But no matter how tiring and boring, Arlen couldn't sacrifice his mother's flower. It just couldn't happen. He had put too much time and effort and love into this flower to throw it all away now! When it seemed that Arlen could keep up the pace no more, he found himself at the edge of the garden, finally, and look who was there!

"Maaaaa!" He desperately tried to call out her name, but with a mouth full of flower, it was very difficult. Nevertheless, he made himself and his intent known by scurrying over to her, entire back half slowing down the process by wiggling with the force of his wagging tail (we've all seen puppies do this). The last few feet, rather than walk, he decided to bounce over playfully before presenting her with the flower. "Ma! 'Ook ah ah goh ooo!" Mouth still full, this was all that came out of the intended Mama, look what I got you. This was shortly followed by another unintelligible "Nit eh-ee?" that if interpreted by an expert in whatever gibberish this was, could be understood as "Isn't it pretty?" which was most certainly not true. It's the thought that counts right?

After his beautiful flower was presented properly to its intended owner, Arlen would sit tall with pride. It would be almost picturesque were it not for his tail wagging a mile a minute behind him. Where snow had once been, there was now a nice triangle of dead grass and dirt that was surrounded by two walls of snow that had been removed by the force of his joy. "I figured that since winter is so awful and you work so hard, I should try to cheer you up! So I gotchu the prettiest flower." A small part in the back of his mind nagged that this flower wasn't bright and pretty like the flowers he had seen earlier. His tail died down a bit and he got a serious look on his face. His brow furrowed, his head cocked to the side with his large ears flopping comically along with it. "Hey Mama, how come there aren't flowers anymore? The garden doesn't have'em any more. Did someone take'em all? 'Cause it's not nice if they did." After all, hadn't she taught him that it was important to share with your packmates?

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POSTED: Thu Mar 02, 2017 11:07 pm

TOO CUTE also I am the slowest molasses waaa (+457)

It didn't take very long for Lyris to pick up the telltale noises of a tiny body blundering through the frozen foliage of the gardens. Immediately upon the crunches of little feet upon snow, the mother's head snapped toward the fold of the trees and gradually moved toward the sound. All at once, a bright call for her given name (muffled by some strange obstruction) introduced the appearance of her most russet pup. Arlen trotted proudly through the snowy expanse, a dead yet somewhat preserved weed clasped between his teeth, which were visible in the brightest and most eager of smiles. Lyris let the boy come to her, and tipped her head curiously as apparent gibberish befell his mouth. He presented her with his gift, and she stared at it a little confusedly. It was only when she saw the wilted blossom on one end that she understood. "Oh," was all that she could manage to say, at first. But it was an affectionate syllable, more expressive of Lyris's lack of speech, as it was rare she was given such a heartfelt gift by anyone, even her family.

The white mother nosed the weed as the Poco continued to excitedly babble his train of thought as well as a train of questions. Once he finished, Lyris met his eyes and licked him quickly and briefly between the ears. "Arlen, this is a weed." The words were blunt, but now her child would know the difference between flower and lifesucking roots- any mother would be kind to tell her offspring as much. "But it is pretty. Thank you." The words were genuine, but oddly came off a bit stiff. It wasn't everyday Lyris expressed real gratitude, after all, and was a bit unfamiliar to the practice, even in the face of her young puppy.

"No, nobody took them. It's winter, and so the air is too cold for the flowers to live. They die, and then grow again when it's warm and they can soak up the sun." Her response was honest and to the point. With a flicker of a smile on her face, Lyris picked up the weed between her teeth and turned to trot deeper into the garden, assuming that her rambunctious offspring would follow. They eventually came upon a dark excavation beneath a drooping, sloping tree, and Lyris dropped the blossom inside. "This was the den where you and your littermates were born- do you remember?" The Stryder glanced back down into the dark shadows within. Where it once smelled of milk and warmth, it was now full of cold dirt. Avoiding the thought, the Mani nodded her scarred features behind them. "Do you remember where the river is, Arlen? It's frozen solid now."

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POSTED: Sat Mar 11, 2017 5:22 pm

Arlen Stryder
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Though Lyris appeared somewhat confused at the presentation of his gift, Arlen didn't let it get to him. After all, she was so rarely given a bouquet of flowers that of course she'd be caught at least a little off guard by it. Right? Right. That's what Arlen believed anyway. So he rattled off his endless questions and she listened quietly, as she always did. She was such a good listener. When he was done, she gave him a quick lick between his ears that he gladly leaned into. Lyris wasn't always the most affectionate of mothers, but little Len had always appreciated the affections she did offer.

When finally told the truth of his gift, Arlen visibly drooped. "A weed? But..." At her insistence that it was indeed 'pretty' despite not being a traditional flower, he perked right back up again. "Yeah, it is i'n't it?" He grinned up at her before rubbing the top of his head against her foreleg in a weird kind of puppy hug.

She went on to answer his questions as best as she could, and the redheaded Stryder was grateful for it. Too often did adults grow tired of his endless questions and shoo him away to go bother someone else for a change. "Why's it gotta be so cold in winter? Why isn't it warm like earlier?" He missed the warm and color of the fall. It had been so much better than all this white everywhere. He liked white, it reminded him of Lyris after all, but surely there could be other colors.

"But Mama, you said that when you die you don't come back?" Oooh, this would be a fun one for her to explain. Contradictions did not go over well with the boy and he wanted answers. He was content, however, to wait for them while they traveled. He trotted after her to the weird opening in the ground. "Nope!" He didn't remember living here at all. He drew closer, sniffing at the ground. "Are you sure this was it? It doesn't smell like us..."

He did remember where the river was, though. He nodded excitedly before turning on heel and fleeing the garden. "Follow me!" It was so close that even he couldn't get lost. When he drew near enough to see it though, he stopped. "Mama, where'd the water go?" All that was left in the river was weird looking dirt. It was clear and white all at the same time, but it didn't move like water was supposed to.

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POSTED: Thu Apr 13, 2017 2:35 am

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To watch the roller coaster of emotions on Arlen's face was highly amusing and also heart-jerking. In the course of Lyris's words, the russet boy went from thrilled to heartbroken to joyful once again, and it almost gave Lyris whiplash, for her feelings lifted and fell in a mirror image to her child. Nevertheless, it was good for him to know the difference between a flower and a weed. Not that she wouldn't cherish the weed.

Soon after, the expected flurry of questions ensued. Lyris lifted her shoulder at the first to shoot from the young Stryder's mouth. "I don't know why. The seasons just change. Strange, isn't it?" Perhaps blind to the fact that asking such a rhetorical and abstract question would be lost on a puppy of only months old, Lyris continued the rather inquisitive conversation. She blinked green eyes at Arlen's tiny reddish form, brought to a lapse of silence by his nonchalant mention of death. She reminded herself that puppies this young did not understand. They could not understand.

"Well, we are not flowers, Arlen. It's different for us." She could have explained that really it wasn't the same flowers that revived, only those sprouted from new seeds, but Lyris felt that it would be confusing to describe. Besides, what she said had a longer lasting impact. Unnerved, Lyris led them to the gardens.

Arlen did not remember the den, and the mother did not expect him to. His eyes were only barely opened before they moved back to the house, after all. The Mani was caught up gazing around the dark and chilled space, a memory of tiny puppies rising to the surface, but was quickly broken from her reverie by Arlen's bark and his sudden disappearance. Leaving the weed in the middle of the abandoned den, she followed her escaped pup to the river's edge.

"The water is still here. Only, it's different. Watch." Lyris placed a paw on the frozen river's surface, testing its thickness, before glancing back to the boy. "It's ice." And then with a mischievous glitter in her eye, the Labor Head brought her body fully onto the slippery surface, turning to crouch in front of Arlen with a slide.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 17, 2017 4:13 pm

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Arlen was a little disappointed that his mother didn't have an answer for him. "How come you don't know? What's strange?" The question seemed out of the blue to him and the meaning behind it was unclear to him. It seemed the little kid didn't have an answer for her either, in this case. She carried on with answering as many of the questions as she could, but Arlen only wanted to know more. "I know we're not flowers, Mama!" He giggled at the thought. "Different, how?"

She lead him to the gardens, far back to the den he didn't remember. When he ran off to go to the river, Lyris didn't immediately follow. Must be 'cause I'm too fast for her! He was stopped from rejoicing in his speed at the sight of what had once been a river. Now... he didn't know what it was. "But Mama, that's not water!" He wasn't stupid. He knew what water looked like, and this wasn't it. Not even close!

Lyris ventured onto the strange ground, standing on to what she claimed was water. The glint in her eye wasn't unlike her young son's as he laughed. "See, Mama! I told you that's not water. Ice is like the ground! You can't stand on water. You'd fall in." He puffed up with triumph at his knowledge. He was so smart to know this, couldn't she tell. He giggled again before bouncing towards her to join her. When his paws hit the cold ice though, he was in for a surprise. Rather than stop, his feet kept going! No matter how he moved or squirmed, he just couldn't stand up. He whimpered for his mother. "Mama, this ground is being mean to me, make it stop!" He lay spread eagle on the cold ice, occasionally slipping a few inches as he struggled to gain traction.

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