Damp Fear

[p] - Milos & Eliza

POSTED: Sun Oct 30, 2016 1:28 pm

OOC: No posting order guys

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His mis-matched eyes flicked open as something rattled. His bro was lying next to him, and keeping him warm, Logan’s familiar scent very comforting, but something had woken him. The rattle came again, and Bramble ducked down his head. Now he realised what had woken him, not the noise, but his bladder. His small nest was padded with fur and soft stuff, and put near the fire, but a guard had been put in front of the warming orange light, in case a puppy were to get too curious.

Reluctantly, Bramble was prodded out of his warm bed, his body being quite firm with him. There was a subtle popping of joints and the pudgy pup stumbled, realising that one of his legs hadn’t woken up. Bramble looked at it accusingly, but it just prickled back, he didn’t like that sensation at all. As he looked down, one of his ears flopped over, as if looking at his misbehaving limb. He supposed he could live with it for now, but he’d have to complain to mum or dad about it later. Walking, or perhaps, staggering, Bramble headed towards the cat flap, as he pressed his nose against it, he squeaked in protest. The pudgy pup could feel the wind blowing against the door, it sounded angry, Bramble backed away slowly.

He looked at his slumbering parents’, and was a little annoyed that neither of them had woken up to take him outside. His mis-matched eyes blinked and he knew he had no alternative but to get their attention. Bramble was about to howl loudly at them, but in that instant his fur stood on end, the house was lit by white light and an moment later an explosion seemed to rock the entire house. Bramble yipped in fear, falling backwards and realised that going outside for a pee was no longer necessary, a puddle expanded outwards from the pudgy puppy, a puddle which he’d just sat in. Moving at the speed of terror he dived beneath the furs and hides that made up his parents’ bed and began making his unhappiness known in the form of loud whines and yips of fear. Ironically his cries were muffled and he continued to burrow deeper and deeper, losing himself in all the bedding. There was another flash and another ear-splitting bang. Folds of fat quivered on Bramble, his bum and hind legs wet and little puddles of fear still forming around him.

POSTED: Sun Oct 30, 2016 6:24 pm

He and Zyndea had arrived back home from Vinátta just as night was falling, with their traded goods and a new llama in tow. The new gelding that they'd received from AniWaya, Jackson, proved to be a hardworking and tolerant fellow and Milos was impressed — and deeply relieved — with how well the horse was adjusting. There weren't many other communal horses available who were trained to pull, not after the trading post pioneers left with Cavalla and a couple others had foals to look after. Granted, there was always Diablo if he was desperate. Milos was glad that he didn't have to resort to that.

While Zyndea put Jackson back out on pasture with the mares and returned the cart, leaving their traded goods in the storage shed for Pepper to inventory later, Milos lead the pack's new llama through Aster's Fields. All around them, the animals watched with their large, dark eyes and sucked in the camelid's unusual scent. With some encouragement, Milos managed to coax Hemlock into the small paddock they used for introducing new animals to the herds, and patted his neck gently. The llama gave an odd-sounding bleat and wiggled his tail, turning to watch as a group of curious goats approached one side of his paddock. At the other end of their pasture, the more reserved sheep and cows simply watched.

He stayed a few minutes longer, watching to make sure nothing concerning happened, before slipping back out of the paddock and making a beeline for home. He was desperate to see his mate and sons again. Five days was much too long to be away and as he opened the door and slipped into the warmth of their abode, Milos felt certain that his boys had grown considerably in those few days. His welcome home was everything he imagined it would be and, after the excited yips and nips died away, he spent the remainder of the night before bedtime with his family.

He was exhausted and sleep found him quickly enough. Eliza's warm, willow frame against his own filled him with safety and comfort, ensuring that his dreams were delightfully innocuous. The house was quiet, the fire crackling softly in the living room, and then there was a loud crack, a shrill yelp, a scrabbling of nails on wood, and something damp, trembling, and pudgy was invading their bed.

A series of whines and yips filled their room and Milos lifted his head groggily, dim eyes blinking blearily in the dark. "Whassat?" he mumbled, rolling around at the figure burrowing in their furs. "What's wrong, Liz?" He reached out to touch her face, unable to properly see her in the darkness of their room. And then, quite suddenly, the scent of urine hit him and he frowned. "Liz? Ya okay?"

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Luperci Mate to Eliza but you'd become my candle in the dark
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POSTED: Wed Nov 02, 2016 5:15 pm

OOC: Bahahahaa

IC:
Sleep was getting easier to come by for the Cormier Mother, with the boys finally weaning, and when it came it was accepted with gratitude not dissimilar to that which might be shown by someone who had spent days in the desert taking their first great gulps of water. Whether it was nestled beside Milos or held in his arms, these days when Eliza slept, she slept deeply and dreamlessly.

On this night, once her goodnights were said to her family, her kisses doled out and her eyes closed, it took only moments for sleep to find her.

It wasn’t until her mate stirred beside her that Liz began to make her way back – with a great deal of reluctance - to the land of the waking. She groaned, rolling onto her other side and flopping one arm over Milos as if to quiet him. “S’goin’ on?” It was the change in her mate’s tone which made her eyes crack open, long lashes parting to reveal confusion. Her nose wrinkled as the scent hit it and she directed a pointed look towards the furs covering her lover’s hips. “Milos? Could ya not have – er – hang on...”

There was something – or someone – small and chubby burrowed into the furs which doubled as a mattress and duvet. Liz thrust one speckled arm into the folds of fur as if delving for treasure, and found her son’s quivering, quaking form. She sought Milos’ eyes and mouthed the youngest child’s name.

Another crack from the heavens seemed to do the trick of waking Logan, too, and the elder sibling scuttled – speedy, yet somehow still groggy – over to the bed, taking up a defensive stance behind one wonky leg.

“Boys, it’s alrigh’,” Liz cooed, reaching down to scoop Logan up. “S’just a storm.” Her head turned toward the window, though, for she remembered a time not so long ago when the sky had protested and a red star had fallen.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 03, 2016 6:20 pm

Bramble’s Burrowing was frantic, his bum wriggling, and folds of skin and puppy fat jiggling like a badly set jelly. The movement above the covers and the sounds of voices was something he barely noticed. Bramble did notice the hand the quickly felt around his rear end before withdrawing. He whipped around and looked at the faces of his parents staring at him. His head sunk a little, his body lost in the gloom and the only thing that could be seen were his mismatched eyes reflecting the dim light. Now the loud noises had stopped and he had his mum and dad looking at him, he felt stupid, and knew he was going to get in trouble for making a mess. The ear that wasn’t already flopped over, folded down and Bramble looked particularly pathetic. For a moment his mum’s visage disappeared, but Bramble was somehow soothed by the sight of his littermate, who seemed equally as scared.

The warm within the furs and the smell of his parents’ also helped to calm the cowardly jelly, and the lack of another noise bolstered his confidence. He opened his mouth to proclaim the situation under control, but as he did the room was lit by the blue flash and close on its tail was, what seemed, an ear rending crash, and despite the dampness, Bramble backed further into the gloom, his body pressed as low as it would go against the furs and hides, as if he were trying to become one with the bedding. He whimpered in fear, closing his eyes.

”Sleep here?”

In truth it would take something large and pretty strong to pry him out of this spot. All of his downy fur was stood on end again, and it might have given an onlooker the impression that Bramble was a large ball of fluff, if of course, they could have seen him that is.

POSTED: Fri Nov 04, 2016 11:11 pm

The depths of sleep were so dark and confusing that it took Milos several seconds more before he realized that his mate had neither wet the bed nor was having some sort of epileptic episode. But it wasn't until Logan's speckled figure appeared, alight briefly and brightly with a distant flash of white lightning, that his mind finally caught up. With a confirming glance at his mate, Milos flipped back the layers of fur with a single dramatic motion, revealing a single, urine-soaked puppy.

"Bramble!" he cried, trying with questionable success to conceal the hint of humor. He covered his mouth to hide the grin. Despite the darkness that enveloped them, light from the fire in the living room allowed for some ability of sight. Glancing from Bramble's pathetic, appeasing gestures, Milos found his mates eyes and conveyed amusement, rather than annoyance, at their current situation. "Ma's right, boys. Jus' a bit o' lightnin'n thunder's all."

Offering first Bramble, and then Logan, and reassuring caress, the boys seemed to be soothed by their parents' explanation and appearances of calm, before another flash of lightning lit the sky and filled their ears with booming sound. While Logan cowered against Eliza's breast, Bramble melted into the odorous bedding and refused to budge. Milos shared a knowing look with his mate and breathed a gentle chuckle. "A'course, Bram."

With a more effort than he thought necessary, Milos scooped his mocha colored son into his arms and held him beneath his arms with a single powerful arm. "But first ya gotta help your pa change these furs or en't nobody gonna get much for sleep. Can ya do that for me, Bram? How's 'bout you, Logan?" Having a job to do, Milos knew, was always a good way to distract an anxious mind. And besides that, nobody wanted to sleep on soiled furs.

Thankfully, as a tanner, the Leatherworker had plenty of furs stashed in their bedroom for various uses and trade.

OOC: LOL Bramble has a tater attached to him! xD

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Luperci Mate to Eliza but you'd become my candle in the dark
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POSTED: Mon Nov 14, 2016 4:46 pm

The pudgy, and currently quivering pup, felt the warm and strong hand of his dad stroking him, before gaining a good grip. While Bramble didn’t try to bury himself any deeper, his limbs went stiff and he began to whimper softly as he was inexorably dragged from beneath the covers. Bramble was a pup that really [i] didn’t want to come out from beneath the sheets. His parents were soothing yes, and he so wanted to believe them, but the sound was so big, so loud!

The pup made a snorting honk of protest as he was squeezed beneath his dad’s arm. Despite that though, Bramble felt a better. Milos’s arm might not be as smothering as the covers, it did however mean he was firmly gripped, pressed securely between his dad’s arm and his chest, where the steady and unafraid sound of his heart could be felt through the fabric of Milos shirt. Bramble squeaked quietly to himself as Milos moved, his body still trembling like some wobbly jelly, but his blunted snout rubbing lovingly against his dad’s chest. When Milos grinned, as if nothing was happening and asked for their help, the pudgy pup’s body began to wriggle as his stumpy tail, and his whole rear end really, vibrated.

”HELP!” He squealed, his voice doubtless too loud, but his excitement too high for him to care.

Bramble’s ears twitched, his crazy folded one flapping a little. Bramble froze again when the crash came, but secure in his dad’s grip, somehow the boom didn’t seem quite so scary, or even really as loud.

”Help help!” he said happily at the thought of helping to sort out the mess, having already forgotten he was the cause and culprit.

POSTED: Fri Nov 18, 2016 4:37 am

OOC: I blame the John Lewis xmas ad for this post.

IC:
It was all too easy to forget that things which were just a part of life for adult Luperci could be beyond huge, beyond terrifying and inexplicable to the young. Eliza, at the age her sons were at now, could have seen a puddle and wondered at its vastness; nowadays she only wondered at the vastness of those things which were truly vast. Oceans and skies and rolling mountains capped with snow.

But she didn’t expect Logan, nor Bram, to understand that a storm was just a storm. She offered the words not as a dismissal, but as a reassurance that their parents weren’t startled by the booms and rumbles and flashes; that Liz and Milos knew exactly what was going on, and that they would therefore be able to protect the youngest members of the family.

She caught her mate’s eye and returned his amusement, though it was tempered somewhat by that dazed look which only the recently woken possessed. She pressed Logan closer to her chest and smoothed his fur. His hackles had risen, making him look a little as if he had been struck by the lightning which was flashing outside. Meanwhile, Bramble seemed to be putting up a feeble protest against being extracted from the urine soaked furs. Milos won, as Liz knew he would, and once the younger pup was cradled against his Dad’s chest he seemed to relax a little, tensing only when another round of thunder and lightning crackled overhead.

“We’ll all help,” Liz agreed, swinging round to place white toed hind paws on the worn old floorboards. They creaked, and reflexively she tightened her arm around Logan.

They made their way as a foursome to the generous stash of furs, and as Eliza reached to pick up one corner in each hand, Logan twisted and scrambled into the center of the fur. The tension in it made the pup bounce and he let out a giggle of surprise. Trampolining tots would certainly make rearranging the bedding more difficult, but Liz was willing to take any distraction on offer. She looked to Bramble with an invitation in her nut brown eyes.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 11, 2016 1:35 pm

There was no doubt the loud noises and flashes were scary, but somehow, with his mum and dad up and about, it wasn’t quite so bad. Despite not wanting to leave the secure, if a little damp nest, he’d made in his parents bed, Bramble was reassured by his dad’s strong grip, and both Milos and Eliza seemed totally unconcerned, which also helped. Yet just when his courage would tentatively take a seat in his heart again, the thunder would roll, feeling like it was making the whole world shake. Bramble’s tail was tucked so far between his legs, if it’d been a little longer he might have been able to tickle his chin. His heartbeat would pound again, and his ears would press against his skull. Then there would be relative peace and once again the process would start again.

Of course, then there was the trampoline. Eliza, purposefully or by accident had stumbled across yet another distraction, and what made it worse for Bramble is that his brother looked like he was having fun, instantly meaning that the pudgy pup wanted in on the action. Almost instinctively his rear paws began to scrabble at his dad, wriggling and squirming, doubtless giving Milos’ a few scratches in his excitement to get onto the bouncing mat. It was perhaps an indication of his single minded fixation that when the next explosion of thunder rocked Krokar, the storm doubtless on top of the lands, Bramble barely slowed his frantic desire to escape his dad’s clutches and dive onto the springy furs.

”ME ME ME!!!” He yelled, with an utter disregard for the fact his parents were only feet away, his volume set to max as it was.

POSTED: Fri Dec 23, 2016 1:45 am

Bramble was definitely not making it any easier after Milos managed to secure him. With the petrified youth tucked unceremoniously under his arm, the dark wolfdog rose to his feet and glanced at his mate. Logan was pressed to her wiry chest but was getting endlessly reassuring caresses to his speckled pelt. Without needing to even consider asking Eliza to help, his beloved mate rose and and said as much herself. He passed her a thankful look, watching as she padded sleepily towards the mound of furs and pulled one out to act as something as a trampoline.

He chuckled, momentarily forgetting (out of sleepiness) the puppy tucked under his arm until Bramble started to wiggle and scrabble against his frame. "Ouch! Bramble, just wait!" he said, adjusting his body away from his son's eagerness while shifting Bramble out from under his arm to hold him against his chest instead. But the child was obviously much too excited to wait for anything, let alone his father's ability to get to the makeshift trampoline.

The volume of Bramble's sudden shouts had Milos' ears buzzing. "Bram!" Milos admonished sharply. "Gonna wake th' whole village if ya don't lower your voice," he said, frowning at his son. But there was tenderness in his tone and in the glow of his eyes. He patted Bramble's head and continued towards the pelt before lowering Bramble next to his brother in the center. Glancing at Eliza, he dug out the another corner of the pelt and pulled the rest of it out, holding one end against Eilza's.

The boys weren't particularly light, but they weren't unmanageable and Milos appreciated Eliza's idea to distract the youngsters from the storm outside. He tugged a little on his end against Eliza's, creating a tautness through the center that sent the boys bouncing upwards.

OOC: Sorry for the pooptastic wait, darlin's!

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Luperci Mate to Eliza but you'd become my candle in the dark
the sun still rises
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POSTED: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:52 am

OOC: Sorry this is a lame post! <3

IC:
Bending to snatch up the opposite corners of the fur, Eliza shot a look beneath one arm which settled briefly on her youngest son. While the Cormier dog was presenting herself as if her primary objective was to remove the soiled furs and remake the bed, the grumble of thunder was persistent beyond the walls of their little home, and the Mother was keen to ensure Bramble didn’t develop a fear of the weather itself. Instead of trying to convince him that thunder was all bark and no bite, though, she would distract the odd eyed bundle from his own fear.

Games were always a good distraction from worry, and even more effective when it appeared that a sibling might be having more fun than the worrier. Logan tumbled on the stretched out fur before bouncing, only an inch or two away from the taut surface – but a pup’s imagination could magnify such meagre distances. With a little imagination applied, bouncing an inch into the air could very quickly feel like flying.

As Logan’s giggles filled the warm room, Liz waited for Bram to choose excitement over fear. Soon he was scrabbling at his Father’s torso in an effort to join in the fun, and Liz shared a look of apology followed by triumph with her mate. If the object had been to distract the youngest Parhelion from his anxiety then the makeshift trampoline was proving a success.

Soon the grey-brown pup was shouting out a demand for his turn on the new toy.

Shh!” The sound was sharp and urgent, and Liz shot a look towards the darkened window, genuinely worried for a moment that cranky old Pepper might be woken. “Thunder’ll be the least o’ our worries if ya wake up the Old Salts.” She smiled though, pulling the stretched out fur towards her and watching with amusement as the pups tumbled and bounced.

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