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- Blaise - 12-16-2011 -throws random puppy at- [html] Blaise was hurting. The ache in her stomach made moving so painful that she needed to stop every few yards, curl into a tense ball, and wait for it to go away. But, always after she got up and dragged herself forward again, the ache returned, and she did not understand why, and it hurt. She drank many gulps of water from the lake nearby, but that only satisfied the dryness in her throat and did nothing for her belly. Her skin hurt, too; she scratched herself, which worked until she scratched so much that she bled and hurt more. While all of this was happening, she saw her mother in her head. Tears flooded from soft purple eyes as the wolfess ordered her to drink water, then follow the smell of others like them. Blaise had asked her mother why she was crying and saying these things. Her only response was that she must not follow. The child had never heard a command this harsh, but her mother had soothed her with kisses, turned away, and limped slowly into the distance. As Blaise watched her disappear, the warmth of the kisses faded, and again she puzzled over why her mother was leaving. She did not understand that either, and it hurt most of all.[/html] - Artemis Marino - 12-16-2011 [html] Hope this is okay with you <3 Life had grown boring again, but this was better than the war had been, so Artemis could not complain much. Her family seemed to have drifted apart in many ways lately, with the after-effects of the war and the cousins that had left with their father to form a new pack, but Artemis was smiling, thinking of her brother's mateship to Giselle. The silver-painted princess did not know the pale girl well, having only ever met her in passing, she seemed nice and Silvano was happy. That was what was important. Even though she was happy for him, though, Artemis was strangely bothered by his mateship. She frowned, looking down at the snow as she walked over it in her favored four-legged form. Perhaps it was that there was now another thing separating her from her brother. First it had been her fall, and that had distanced her from all of her siblings, and her parents, too. It wasn't intentional; it just happened. Now her brother had a mate and maybe he would start a family, and she was left behind. But was she behind? Her thoughts turned to the prince of the trees she had come to think of as a friend so fondly, but they were quickly interrupted as she stopped in her steps, blue eyes widening as she spotted the emaciated puppy running right towards her. .missadoe b {font-weight:bold; color:#DABF66; letter-spacing:.0px; } .missadoe-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:left; } .missadoe p {text-indent:10px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .missadoe {margin:0 auto; width:412px; background-color:#333F35; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ssadoe.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #E9CD6E; padding: 210px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4F5D46; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Blaise - 12-16-2011 of course! Thank you so much for replying. <3 [html] [/html] - Artemis Marino - 12-16-2011 [html] c: Soft blue eyes looked down incredulously at the small, roughed-up puppy. No one in the pack that she knew of had young children like this, and the scent was strange, foreign and dark. It was not the smell of her home, certainly, and this puppy did not belong here. It was not a case of a trespasser, though, with a puppy. Young puppies like this (Like I once was, she thought, thinking back to her own antics) did not belong out on their own. Was the puppy lost? "Hello there," she said with a smile, lowering her face to rest on her paws as her chest pressed into the snow so that her face was level with the little puppy's own. "Are you lost?" she asked, her tone tinged with confusion as the puppy licked her paws. .missadoe b {font-weight:bold; color:#DABF66; letter-spacing:.0px; } .missadoe-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:left; } .missadoe p {text-indent:10px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .missadoe {margin:0 auto; width:412px; background-color:#333F35; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ssadoe.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #E9CD6E; padding: 210px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4F5D46; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Blaise - 12-16-2011 [html] [/html] - Artemis Marino - 12-16-2011 [html] Hope the pp is okay? <3 Even if there were young puppies in the pack, this one's scent was far too different for her to be the pup of a Dreamer. Artemis tilted her head momentarily, considering the request. She had no idea who this puppy's mother was and she was certain that whoever she was, she was not a member of the pack, and she couldn't turn this puppy away just because she was confused. "What's your mommy's name? Let's go inside and we'll get you warmed up, and see if we can find something to eat. Are you hungry?" Artemis stood, looking around her quickly to see if the pup's mother was coming for her. Maybe this girl was like Denali, with a mother who would never come back and she would just grow up in Crimson Dreams. She wouldn't die, though. Artemis wouldn't let a puppy in the pack die, not again. The silver girl started walking towards the manor with the puppy, already thinking of what she needed to do. Find her mother or Anu; that was all her brain was telling her to do. "My name is Artemis. What's yours?" she asked. .missadoe b {font-weight:bold; color:#DABF66; letter-spacing:.0px; } .missadoe-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:left; } .missadoe p {text-indent:10px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .missadoe {margin:0 auto; width:412px; background-color:#333F35; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ssadoe.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #E9CD6E; padding: 210px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4F5D46; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Blaise - 12-17-2011 [html] [/html] - Artemis Marino - 12-18-2011 [html] Add in a leader needed to the title/description? c: "Blaise is a cool name," Artemis commented as she led the small dusty-grey puppy to the manor and nudged the door open with her nose, urging the girl to go inside. There was no one by the name of Jolie in Crimson Dreams, but maybe she lived in one of the neighboring packs or something. She doubted anyone would know of her, and Savina or Anu could not go off looking for the girl's mother. Artemis meantlly shook herself; she was not going to go off looking, either. She rarely left the pack lands and was perfectly fine with that. She was safer inside the borders. Once inside, the silver girl shifted her body, kneeling in front of the fireplace and working at it until sparks burst up before her pale blue eyes. "Okay, if you sit over here, you'll warm up in no time, and I'll see what I can do about finding something for you to eat," came the girl's lightly accented tones. She moved one of the worn pillows from the couch to the floor, along with the lightly-tattered blanket that was draped over the back so that Blaise would have something comfortable to lay on. Artemis walked to the kitchen, making quick work of opening cabinets and drawers, looking for anything that the pack had stored that she might be able to give to Blaise. The puppy clearly needed food. She paused her search, deciding that she should find her mother or Anu first. Quickly she walked to the foot of the stairs, peering up expectantly. At least one of them had to be up there, she figured. Lifting her head, she let out a short bark of urgency. "Mama? Anu? Could you come down here?" .missadoe b {font-weight:bold; color:#DABF66; letter-spacing:.0px; } .missadoe-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:left; } .missadoe p {text-indent:10px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .missadoe {margin:0 auto; width:412px; background-color:#333F35; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ssadoe.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #E9CD6E; padding: 210px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4F5D46; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Anu - 12-18-2011 [html] [/html] - Blaise - 12-18-2011 [html] [/html] - Artemis Marino - 12-18-2011 [html]
Relief flooded the silver Marino when she heard Anu's voice, saw her aging body come into the main room of the manor. If she had not come and Savina had been nowhere to be found, Artemis did not know what she would have done about Blaise. Probably she would have taken care of her until she did find one of the older women, but she would not have known what to do about the questions the girl had about her mother. Artemis had no answers. "Anu," she said with a small dip of her head. "This is Blaise. She found me outside," she added with a small, almost sad chuckle. "She's looking for her mother, Jolie, and thinks she might be somewhere around here... I was hoping to find her something to eat in the kitchen. Do you know if we have anything for her?" Though she did not know Blaise's exact age, she seemed old enough to be eating solid foods. Artemis had never raised puppies, though, and Anu had, so she expected the older woman might know what would be best for the puppy based on hear apparent age and what puppies her age could even eat. .missadoe b {font-weight:bold; color:#DABF66; letter-spacing:.0px; } .missadoe-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:left; } .missadoe p {text-indent:10px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .missadoe {margin:0 auto; width:412px; background-color:#333F35; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ssadoe.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #E9CD6E; padding: 210px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4F5D46; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Anu - 12-18-2011 [html] [/html] - Blaise - 12-21-2011 [html] [/html] - Artemis Marino - 12-24-2011 [html]
At Anu's instruction, the silver girl clomped down the stairs to the basement in her usual ungraceful fashion. It had been frightening to see how sickly the small puppy had looked, and knowing that her body was still frail from the malnourished state her fall had left her in and the way she had not taken care of herself after made her all the more afraid for the puppy. Blaise needed to be taken care of. Soft blue eyes spotted the dried meat and she grabbed a large handful, thinking it would be enough until Anu's son returned. She entered the main room of the manor again at the end of Blaise's small pleas to find help for her sick, sad mother. Artemis looked to Anu, feeling her throat tighten, hoping that the elder woman would be able to offer a magical solution to help this small girl. She settled on the floor with them, crossing her legs and putting some of the meat down on the blanket with Blaise. She didn't speak, concerned that she might let her sadness for the pup's condition show, and she didn't want to frighten her. .missadoe b {font-weight:bold; color:#DABF66; letter-spacing:.0px; } .missadoe-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:left; } .missadoe p {text-indent:10px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .missadoe {margin:0 auto; width:412px; background-color:#333F35; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ssadoe.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #E9CD6E; padding: 210px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#4F5D46; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Anu - 01-04-2012 [html]Sorry that it took me so long to reply, since we will all have other threads with Killi I am going to close this up. [/html] - Anu - 01-04-2012
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