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- Fatin Kali - 10-28-2007 [html] http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/ ... 5e4b0a.png); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hey loves! I dont care about the posting order, assume Miriad's sticking close to Merit since they're twins. Short posts = love while we get into the swing of things :3 Coming home to a den full of wriggling children was always a pleasant event for the Kali woman. Now, as the children were gaining their own personalities, becoming real people all to themselves, it was easier to love them. They weren't just his children, and they were no longer burdens to her heart. They were her children, and she loved each and every once of them dearly. Fatin let out a low woof, calling to them as she dragged the small doe towards them. She was too old to be a fawn anymore, but she was still so very small! Fatin, luckily, had stumbled across her figure stuck in some mud, and hte kill had been easily made. With a small smile she let the deer fall to the ground fully, and sat back for a moment to let her children eat their fill. "Pretty soon I'm going to have to take you out and show you guys how to hunt on your own..."She commented, halfway to herself. She wasn't ready for them to hunt! If she never taught them to hunt, maybe they would stay with her forever....ah, she could hope! Merit: Merit was busying himself with a toad that had made its way into the den. It's small, bumpy body jumped at the wall, for what reason, Merit could not understand. It was quite clear the first time that he was not getting anywhere. However, the ugly creature continued to throw itself at the wall as if it were sure that it was going to burst through at any moment. Merit watched, unaware of where his siblings or mother happened to be. He was not sure exactly how much time he had spent observing the frog, but before he knew it, the smell of his mother was reaching his nose, accompanied by a very, very satisfying scent. A scent that Merit knew could only mean one thing--food. He hurried to the entrance to see his mother arriving with a deer. He was at her feet before her call ever left her mouth. Merit payed no mind to his siblings as he dug into the soft flesh. Tiny needles pierced the hide, tearing away at it until he had sliced into the real prize, the meat. He gulped it down, blood making its way onto his face as he ate ravenously. When the pup had eaten all that his stomach could hold, he sat down and licked his lips, noting that he'd finished before his sisters. "Oh Mamma!" he said with a bright smile, "I mi' you when you're gone, but you bring back 'uch good food!"
He listened as she spoke of teaching them how to hunt. In his mind, he'd always envisioned a male wolf teaching him, but as he had no father that he was aware of, Merit was completely satisfied with his mother, who he thought was the strongest wolf, male or female, he knew. "Oh ye' , Mamma! I will love to hunt!" he stated with enthusiasm. It was only around his immediate family that Merit was so outgoing, for among those that he was not so familiar with, he was an extremely shy creature. Legacy She scampered towards the front of the tunnels, alerted by a sort of small thumping sound. It could be her mother! Ignoring anyone she passed, she made speedy tracks before falling in a heap onto her haunches and staring out of the den. No one in sight. She gave a small sigh. Somehow she'd just had a feeling that she would be back soon, and despite Legacy's fast growth she wanted her mother whenever she was absent. She padded back the way she'd come, noticing as she passed that the sound she'd heard belonged to some sort of hopping frog that her brother Merit seemed to have cornered. Further back in the den there was plenty to keep her occupied and anyway, it wasn't long at all until a second alarm reached her ears. This time she knew it was Fatin and yipped cheerfully, retracing her steps outside and trotting to the ready meal. "N'k you!" she told her mother through a delicious mouthful. "Bet I do better'n you Merit," she joked with a giggle after he spoke, meaning purely to inflame the competitive spirit that helped plenty when learning anything new. -- Amaury
Endymion:
- Fatin Kali - 10-28-2007 [html] http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/ ... 5e4b0a.png); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I'm thinking that Fatin would have told the younger kids about the older ones, but not too far in depth <3 The woman waited, watching her children as the ravenously began to rip into the flesh of the small doe. With a content smile she nodded to her offspring as they thanked her, and held back her laughter as her darling children contested over who would be the best hunter. "The very best hunters are the ones who work together...do you think you could do that? We'll be the strongest family in all of the land!" She said with a grin. Just then, she felt her son approach. Oldest of those present, but still younger than Thanos and Chael, Endymion Russo stood proudly as the second head of the Nakado-Kali line. "Do you remember Endymion children? I told you about him....Endy, this is Merit, Miriad, Amaury, and Legacy. You little brother and little sisters." She smiled gently, watching the eyes of older and younger siblings, wondering what they would do with one another. She was not afraid, not like she could have been, of their reaction. She knew her children well enough to expect better than petty squabbles from them, but that was not to say their might be the struggle of acceptance. With a smile, Fatin looked at Endymion, hoping he would share some of the stories he learned from their Tribe with the children later. It was so strange and wonderful to have her family back together, even if it was just a piece of it. |