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POSTED: Wed Feb 24, 2016 3:39 pm

e__e children are weird

Sometimes her mother said that she was too much like her father, and Indra did not understand that this was meant as a criticism of her very nature, and even if she had it wouldn't have mattered overmuch. She she could change direction no more than a stray bullet regardless of her trajectory. There was some question of who'd pulled the trigger, but she didn't linger — didn't focus, because her life was a blur at the moment.

All around her there were fat raindrops that hit the ground so hard they seemed to fall upward again with big plops, and mug soaked her pale puppy legs with paws that didn't fit yet. Indra's doggish ears flopped slightly still, and were what she considered a work in progress; since opening her eyes they had slowly begun to defy gravity, and she hoped they would continue until they stood on end, like her parents.

Her wants were, in retrospect, very simple when compared to the as-of-yet unvoiced opinions of her regal parents.

Already, there was a deadly symmetry in her face that was offset by the roundness of her cheeks and the disproportionately large, mismatched eyes that she fixed on anything and everything.

Chasing a goldfinch with bounding leaps that sent spirals through the glassy surface of the puddles she disturbed, she once more focused on the colors, as she had so often these days; it did not sport red, like Elphaba's eyes, or green like her parents, but blue like the sky and gold like the sun. Her world was simple still, and the details had not come into play yet; she liked shapes and textures and colors, but she did not like baths and coddling and the stifling warmth of the throne room.

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POSTED: Sat Feb 27, 2016 2:49 am

This is atrocious, but here you go~ D: [ 418 ]

In the rain he liked all of his feet on the ground, to feel the squish between his toes of water and mud, of sodden earth and slushing snow. The rain was cold but not overly so, not bitter and biting as usual, but it was enough to set a chill deep into the bones if one lingered too long out in it, and he was long overdue in his lingering.

His thick winter pelage did well to block out most of the cold and had not soaked through yet, though a drop every now and then would find its way down through the double-coat and give him a jolt like a frigid arrow had pierced his flesh. This coupled with the fact that they were hefty rotund drops and not the usual needles of freezing rain was both a welcome and unwanted annoyance in an otherwise run of the mill day.

What had been a hunting trip was waylaid due to rain and as quickly as his paws had carried his doggish lupus out into the Lower Tantramar they had promptly circled him back toward the Ruins, his lean and limber form loping languidly through the stones en route to his home – a home he still couldn't believe was truly his, but he cherished it all the same.

While not entirely out of the ordinary nor anything to be alerted to so far into the heart of the Thistle Kingdom, a splish-splash-plop sort of sound drew his attention, and with a twitch of oversized ears in such a form his glacier gaze swept to the side to find a muddied puppy plodding after a weather burdened bird.

Ignoring the fact that the bird itself was a strange sight for the season and locale, the scout curiously moved in way of the pup, whom upon closer inspection was not just any grubby little whelp. Though he had not met her formally he recognized her from a few glances in passing and more importantly from the company she kept, her regal parents.

"Well now, what have we here?" He said affably once he was within a few paces of the youngster, his approach by no means stealthy due to the splash of his paws and the puff of his breath. This tail wagged pliantly at his rear and he lowered his head some for her to get a good look at his face, a small smile lingering upon his maw. "Awfully cold and wet to be outside, isn't it?"






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POSTED: Sat Feb 27, 2016 4:55 am

Your post wasn't atrocious at all!

He smelled like the places she dreamed of, a realization that struck her as weird.

Dreams weren't real, that much she knew, and yet neither of her parents seemed to think it terribly strange that she sometimes dreamed of rolling green hills and the smell of a salty sea breeze. In truth, it wasn't so different from Salsola, except for the fact that she could almost feel in her imagined visits to this place, and it went beyond emotions.

Thinking about this at some length, it seemed outwardly that she considered him for a long time while she churned through this new information. I'm Indra Revlis, She proclaimed, and yet it was not the sort of outburst one might expect from a young child. Clearly, she understood some of what it meant to be who, exactly, she was, and yet it went deeper than that. The more she thought about the way he smelled, the more her face seemed to lack any depth, like a one-dimensional drawing of the sky.

More than that, her voice was level.

Yeah, it's aw-ful cold, She agreed readily, despite the fact that she was smiling. you're brown like my sister, did you know that?

She'd forgotten all about the bird, which was likely a good thing since it had disappeared into the waiting woodlands the moment it sensed no one was watching. Standing ankle-deep in a puddle of murky water that smelled slightly of salt and dirt, Indra flexed her toes experimentally, resulting in a squelching sound in the mud.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 10, 2016 12:59 am

Yes it is and so is this... D| [ 328 ]

The youngling seemed to stare at him for a moment, which he would have found odd if it weren't for her age. Little ones were always staring at things that were new to them – new colors, new shapes, new textures, new animals, new plants – it wasn't any wonder that she would stare at a new face. It was just the way she stared at him that perplexed him a little, though he did not outwardly express it, his features as warm and placid as before. Yet inwardly, he wondered what was going through the young femme's mind, as she did not stare at him in awe or wonder or curiosity, but moreso like she already knew him or had known him at some point in time, and if he wasn't already chilled by the weather he would have been chilled by her strange mismatched stare.

Instead, he smiled a little more when she finally introduced herself, nodding in acknowledgement before reciprocating her gesture with one of his own. "Nice you to meet you, Indra. I'm Duncan de le Poer." He didn't put too much emphasis on his family name since it didn't have much pull in a place where Eternity and Revlis were already so very heavy on everyone's mind. To say he was a relative of the Boss's mate was of no importance either when every D'Angelo could trace their lineage through all sorts of high and mighty names. Plus, he liked his own actions to speak volumes more than anyone or anything he was connected to, so he didn't put much thought on who she was connected to either.

"Am I?" He looked down at his paws and then back at hers as she squelched them in the mud, a lighthearted chuckle escaping him. "I guess so." He replied as if it were some great revelation, a tilt of his muzzle motioning toward her thereafter. "But so are you with all that mud all over you."






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