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- X'ies Lambda - 07-18-2012 [html]
- X'yrin Exultare - 07-18-2012 [html] http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/ ... ndrops.png); background-color:#d9d3cd; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right:0px; padding-top: 300px; border-radius:15px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; border-bottom-left-radius:15px; border-top-right-radius:15px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:15px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius:15px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:15px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius:15px;">
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Bored. A new word added to her growing compendium. She was bored with waiting. Bored with training. And most of all, she was bored with doing nothing when the downtime presented itself. She would rather be active with something, be it rolling in the fields or trying her paw at bounding on the mountain again. Just…something to expel this excess energy so that her little internal fire could find rest.
But she was ordered not to move. To sit and deal with her anxiety by her Shepard’s- her father’s command. She couldn’t even interact with X’yro, not even for a little while. Just sit on the training grounds and wait. But what was she waiting for? She was never told, nor could she focus her mind enough to ponder on it. Everything in her told her to move, to dance, she roll and play, regardless of her Shepard’s instructions. Her little round form squirmed irritably and a scowl darkened her brow as she stared out toward… nothing. She felt as if she were being punished, as if she had done something wrong in her training. But with soft, assuring tones, her father spoke the contrary to these assumptions and went on explaining that the Exultare must learn to channel their energy and create from it a calm nature. She hadn’t the slightest what it meant but eventually she found herself as she had been minutes, if not hours before.
Bored.
Sighing she brought herself to lie down eventually, propping her plump forelimbs under her chin and continued to stare out toward the encampment line. She wanted something to do. She wanted to be able to play. She wanted to have a run around with X’ies again. The boy had worked himself into a soft spoke in her heart, even if it was with barbs of insults and cold logic attached. He was always fun to be around, despite how his teachings of the Lambda seemed to interfere with their playtime. But even then they were overlooked by a sharp nip to the ear or a sloppy pummel to the side. She believed the two had become friends, as her Shepard had said. An unbreakable bond that would last eternally. Again, she had no idea what point he intended to get across, but she was glad he had allowed the two of them to play. Such a warm day would have been ideal to go running… but then the orders of her superior kept her in place. And of course…bored.
She needed an outlet… something. And when the anxiety was too much to bear, she leapt to her paws and sounded a mighty call to the wind. (More like a squeak given her size and underdeveloped cords).
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Eventually she was shushed quiet by one of the caretakers that came to investigate what her howling was about. The elder female found nothing wrong with the pup and left her to her supposedly quiet training with the promise that the Shepard would return to speak to her soon.
That was just what the pup needed; another lecture from the Father of the Exultare explaining how her waiting was supposed to grant her something more than senseless boredom. But then if there was a lecture to follow her outburst, she reasoned, then perhaps it would give her something to do at last! Or at least he could explain what was so darn important about it! And these thoughts gave the pup hope as she sat back down and waited, tilting her muzzle skyward to watch the dull colored birds fly overhead to destinations unknown. She tilted her head curiously. What were those birds called again? Geons?
An ear twitched at the patter of approaching steps which in turn led to excitement when her eyes beheld the familiar form. In an instant her lesson was foregone for a chance to pounce her friend to the ground. “X’ies!” she exclaimed as though the boy were the lifeline she had been seeking. “Shepard made me sit and ‘wait’-“ she tried to explain amidst pawing for one of his ears “-but it boring. Play instead?”
Perhaps if she had remained still a little longer she would not have had to hear the cough of disapproval behind her. Her excitable bouncing stepped the instant she caught the scent of her superior so much like her own and turned ever so carefully to look up at the kind face of the Exultare Shepard- her father. Immediately her tail tucked between her legs and her little form dropped to the ground. Her eyes remained respectfully averted even as he spoke her name to get her attention, and X’ies as well in seeing the boy there.
‘Patiently waiting, are we?’
The Alpha knelt down from his staggering height then lowered himself further down to be level with the two small pups…
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She feared not the physical wrath of her father and Shepard, but rather his voice of disapproval for her disobedience. It was both in blessing and curse etiquette kept her eyes averted less she as a pup sought to challenge her superior, for it kept her from seeing the dissapointment in his eyes as well as the glint of curiosity in seeing X'ies.
The pup pair didn't have a play date scheduled as far as anyone knew, and though his presence was not offensive, it was a little strange to see the grey pup outside of his own camp. Hopefully no one, especially her Shepard would object. Boldly, the little female inched toward her companion should she need to defend him but was stopped in her tracks by a large, watchful eye. "... sorry." The little one mumbled, knowing full well she was only getting herself onto more trouble. But instead of a stern gaze, she received a light disciplinary nip to the scruff then a swift, soothing lick to the punished area.
"It looks to be that our little Exultare's training will have to be postponed for this day. Her mind is too distracted to concentrate on her lesson..." the aged eye of the Shepard drifted from his young to the Lambda pup. "Lambda, X'ies," the elder male smiled kindly at the pup. "Perhaps you would be willing to help an elder with a task whilst you both play. A task in helping his heir..."
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Whatever request the Shepard had in mind, it must have been an important one if he would ask for someone help. As long as she was alive she hadn’t heard her father ask assistance from anyone. He was always an able Shepard, capable to taking care of his own issues without help at all. But to ask a pup…a pup no less. What did he have in mind? Ever the curious little thing, X’yrin leaned closer into the conversation, inching by a little paw at a time as if the act would make her hear better.
“It is a task that only you as her friend will be able to do,” her Shepard continued. The large male placed a gentle hand on the young boy’s head. “Continue to be her friend and help her see reason as she grows. Help her achieve her potential and more, beyond what the Exultare can do for her. Your friendship will help the both of you learn more than what your individual families can teach you. Learn from each other, protect each other…and do not abandon the bonds you share. Do you think you can do this for me, X’ies?”
What her father had meant was lost on the female pup, but she did gather that he wanted X’ies and her to be friends. That she could definitely do! And without being told to do so! “But we are friends!” she piped up and in show of it, ran over to the Lambda pup and tackled him to the ground. “See?” With heavy paws flailing she tried to pin him down just long enough to steal one of his ears and give it a good nibble. The sounds of the Shepard’s laughter filled her ears but he did not try to stop the ‘attack’. Instead he poked his hand into the fray to gently knock both pups to the ground, laughing just the same.
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To him at the moment life seemed much like the parts of an animal, each had its own individual function. He was a mind, a thinker, X'yrin was a body, a do'er. Such were the ways of things, his trail of thought was of course interupted as X'y did precisely what he had thought of, and acted, pouncing on the unsuspecting grey wolf and mercilessly nibbled at his ear.
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