Winter Wonders, p. Amy - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Winter Wonders, p. Amy (/showthread.php?tid=25120) |
- Kira Harding - 02-08-2012 [html] OOC So sorry for the delay, I tried writing it up last night, but no muse
Ahh, the feel of soft supple leather beneath her paws. It was magical, an open canvas waiting to be transformed into something, anything. The possibilities were endless. The blonde girl smiled as she ran her hand along its surface. She was wearing her dream catcher today. It rested just above her tan colored chest with its turquoise beads strung randomly in the design. The hawk feathers were not attached to it today as the girl had fitted them among her sandy locks. They served as a contrast to the tawny hues of her pelt. Other than these was the leather pouch resting in the hollow of her neck, strung by a similar leather cord. She had nothing to cover the rest of her body, her pelt providing all the warmth and security she needed. The girl was young and feared little, nothing more than a yearling.
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Stepping on dead flowers Amy glanced down. Her stomach was beginning to distort, making it difficult to bend, though not yet impossible. At least her feet were still visible, as it was still a small bump. All the pains of pregnancy ran through Amy's mind, recalling the last time this happened. Her stomach had swelled, distorting disgustingly, making movement almost impossible. Movement had become such a pain that Amy had ended up giving up on that end of things, leaving her slaves to do all the work for her. There would be no such luxury this time though.
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The girl’s thoughts strayed to Wretch, the white hybrid girl who’d fast become her traveling partner, and with leather in hand she decided to make a gift for her. What it would be, she couldn’t decide, but all the while she began to prick holes into the open canvas to string her thread through. She could at least do that, and perhaps when the white girl returned she would ask her what it was she wanted or needed. I could make her a new bag, she thought, but decided against it. That was something she already had. Maybe a cloak to keep the dirt and cold off her pretty white fur? She smiled. Yes, she’d like that. She reached into her pack and pulled out a couple pelts, excluding her bear pelt and frowned. “These won’t do.” She said aloud as she tossed them aside. Deer pelts weren’t thick or pretty enough to be made into a cloak, and her bear pelt was not for crafting, it was for warmth and had value all its own. Her father and uncle had dispatched the bear themselves, and made a blanket of his fur, a reminder to all her loved ones that they would always be there to keep them safe. She smiled, and patted it fondly before looking over the last of the pelts.
Word Count: 000
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Word Count → 000 :: Sorry it's so short
Graciously Amy accepted the offered seat. She smiled at the horse's panic, hoping that it wasn't because it sensed the deadlier air resting underneath. Amy was a killer, and a good one, despite the difficulties being pregnant gave her. She looked at the soft fur selected, nodding her head at the statement. Amy saw no sense in making things for someone unless it was beneficial for her. The actions being done seemed purely benefiting for her friend, however.
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.Both hides were already prepared, the leather in her hands scraped and tanned before she’d even set out, the rabbit fur cleaned and dried. She stroked the white pelt, smiling warmly all the while. Not only would it be warm, it would be good for camouflage as well and would allow the hybrid to look almost as if she were wearing nothing at all. Not only that, but leather was durable and would survive many seasons, nor did it breath so no hint of chill would be able to reach the small hybrid’s back. It was perfect, the only thing now was sizing. The hide was big enough, but would have to be trimmed to be a proper cloak. Her brows furrowed as she pondered when or how she would get an opportunity to measure it. She wouldn’t tell the girl of her gift so early in its making, perhaps she’d drape it about her as she slept that night, and cut an outline. She’d have to be stealthy, but she was a wolf, such creatures lived on stealth. Could she do it? Of course.
Word Count: 413
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
The wolf before her seemed so sweet, so innocent. The simple joy in her face as she worked in the leather showed that. If it had been anyone else, they would have felt the female's joy and shared it. Amy only saw weakness, something to exploit. Amy had been like that once, a long time ago. That had been quickly destroyed, worn away under her parents before she was even two months old. There was no babying of the children. To do such a thing was foolish, cutting down their chances of survival. They were predators, masters. Not weak canines to be preyed upon like this one was.
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The woman didn’t seem to need much help, or at least she was not asking for it, but Kira found herself reaching for her bear skin. Surely, she wouldn’t object. “You must be so very tired.” She said sympathetically and flourished the bear skin in the air in an attempt to settle it over the pregnant yellow dog. “Are you close?” she asked curiously, fighting the urge to touch the woman’s belly.
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
A bear skin was passed and draped over Amy. She pulled the pelt closer, enjoying the warmth. Amy would never show weakness, acting like such acts were a luxury instead of fulfilling something that she needed instead. She was weary, though her pride prevented such a thing from being seen. The question had her looking sharply at the female. Three weeks left, so close enough for serious discomfort. It wasn't too disruptive yet, though it was getting pretty close.
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She settled it about the pregnant woman sweetly before her urge completely consumed her and she reached for her belly, a warm smile on her face. Her ears were perked upwards in the woman’s direction. “Oh, well let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. I helped my mom see to my aunt when she was having pups.” She wasn’t saying she was an expert at such things, but she loved to help others and felt that she’d do anything she could so as not to see someone in discomfort. She breathed a sigh of relief when she stated that she would never dream of taking the cloak from her. “Oh, I just thought…Oh, never mind. I was just overreacting I guess.” She said, breathless. Her eyes turned back to the pelt and she turned it this way and that, thinking. “I don’t have much,” She said, and this was mostly true besides her materials and some knick-knacks gifted to her by her family she had little else besides the usual, and she was loath to part with any of her family’s possessions. They were still so very dear to her, the bear pelt included, but she was merely lending it to the woman, for she was in obvious need of some rest and relaxation, near enough for small tasks to be almost unbearable.
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
The female touched her belly, and Amy let out a deep snarl. She was deeply protective of the pups around her, even a harmless curious touch bringing out that protective edge. She kept herself from flashing her teeth, fighting for control. Lips drawn tight she met Kira's eyes. Please remove your hand. The wolf couldn't harm them, but that didn't mean much to the hormonal woman. The offer was appreciated, her ears twitching softly, but she shook her head. I already have a medic prepared for when the time comes.
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She looked visibly offended when the female snarled at her and she withdrew her had swiftly, and dropped her gaze. No one had ever snarled at her. She eyed the blanket for a moment wishing she hadn’t even offered it, but the woman calmed herself a bit and she eased if only a little. It shook her to see someone react to her so she hadn’t meant anything by it. New life was a wonder to her, and she happy to be in its growing presence, but her touch wasn’t welcome and she was solemn a moment. “The gods bless your children.” She offered quietly after a moment. She was a religious person and felt a blessing was in order no matter the situation. The pups at least would appreciate it, she hoped. She gazed skyward a moment before her ears perked.
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Kira looked deeply offended by Amy's protective actions, but Amy didn't feel that there was anything to get upset over. She didn't know this stranger, and she wasn't one to automatically assume that someone meant no harm. She would only let those she held sway over to touch her stomach, not including slaves. Raoth wasn't getting near Amy's pups with a ten foot pole. She didn't trust the coyote to not harm them in a twisted form of revenge. Not that she wouldn't just make sure that he suffered to the point that he'd wish he was dead if he did such a thing.
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The female made no more displays of anger of frustration, and neither did she comment on her blessing. It was just as well, the girl was naïve and not looking for trouble. In fact, she was still not understanding why she’d taken offence in the first place. Usually new mothers were the ones to seek others out to touch their stomachs, share the wonder of life within them, laugh and swell with pride whenever the little ones kicked or moved. She watched as the woman rose to a stand, reaching out, if not a little more carefully this time, to help her up. She followed suit afterwards, her curiosity piqued by the thought of jewels and gemstones she really didn’t need. But, oh, they’d look so lovely on her. She waited impatiently, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
The impatient excitement had Amy almost laughing. She was acting like a child, young and out of control. Amy knew how wonderful necklaces were, enjoying the shine and glistening nature herself. The only consistent piece of jewelry in her assemblage was the silver ring that held poison inside, the rest of it swapped around as Amy wore the variety available to her in the wagon. Amy let the girl take the silver necklace, and placed the pearl one away. It seemed Kira was much more interested in the bright golden ones.
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Kira waited, impatiently so, for the pregnant dog to return. She weighed both necklaces in her hands, delighting in the feel of them, how they glinted and gleamed in the light. She was delighted upon her return and hastened to put each on in turn. She started with the multi colored one, placing it carefully about her neck, careful to be sure it draped just right. The stones were pretty, but the colors. She loved colors, but all at once. It was dizzying. She was looking for a more unified theme. She turned her head this way and that, and gently placed strands of her creamy blonde hair behind her ears to get a better view. She was earth toned and well in need of something to make her stand out, but this…This necklace. Hmmm…She was careful when removing it from her neck, and handed it back to the dog so she might attend to the other necklace with the red stone.
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
The vain way that Kira moved around, examining herself in the glass, was amusing. Obviously the wolf thought herself quite pretty to act in such a way. Used to the best though, Amy had met those with greater beauty, and used them for her own benefit. Not to mention that she herself could outshine the wolf when she wasn't pregnant like she was at the moment. Amy nodded her head as the necklace was decided on, putting the glass down.
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