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- Salem D'Angelo - 11-29-2008 I haven't the foggiest how to join OOCly with packs, but my information should already be on file, blah blah blah. Set in the Mansion. I did a little reading of your threads also, James, so I've gotten the gist of what Salem's been up to and etc so yay. Nice to see that he was included in meeting some folks. ;D [html] Out of all of his siblings, he had been the one who purposely kept close to his mother. It wasn't because the world was a scary place, or that it was often too cold for his liking to venture around in anyway, but rather because at his age, he didn't see the point in always running in the other direction than she was going in. He thought himself a good boy. In turn, Salem had already learned things that he believed his siblings hadn't so in his own form of twisted sibling rivalry, he was the favourite, the most obedient, and the most educated. Even if they all got their time to learn things, he had done them first in his mind. But these were mostly thoughts in his head as he wandered through the quiet halls and rooms of the mansion. He preferred to be the quiet child, observing the world around him instead. His baby blues—still too young for them to make their colouration transition—studied each and every contour of each and every thing he could and couldn't see. He had come to the kitchen after fruitless, uncounted minutes of mental adventures, but not out of hunger. No, Salem was admiring the old counters for a moment. The brass handles on the drawers. The way the light filtered in through a window over a deep sink basin. He paused in the warm sunlight that had broken through the colds for a moment, and a yawn split his ebony-haired face in two. - Naniko D'Angelo - 11-29-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 11-29-2008 [html] By the time he had finished yawning and fell back on his spry haunches, a voice picked up from another room. Salem listened in at that point, recognising the gentle lilt of his mother's voice. What was she prattling on about? Furrowing his brows with a mixture of curiosity and concern, he rocked forward and started off, padding steadily out of the streaming sunlight and back into the shadows of the kitchen before wandering back out to the mess of hallways. His toenails clicked as he followed both his ears and his nose, and eventually came to the room where his mother was. But he didn't venture in just yet. Instead he peered around the corner, letting his cheek rest against the doorjam as he made a squinty face at what it was his inversely-coloured parent was doing. He eyed the fox after that, letting the squinty expression wander off of his face as he tried to figure out just what it was. Definitely a canine, roughly about the same size as he was, if not a bit bigger. Had his mother had another kid on him that he didn't know about? It looked like it could have been one of his siblings and the thought that maybe someone else was getting undivided attention from his mother sent a pang of pain through his heart. Pacing into the room rather quickly and as quietly as he could, he marched right up to Naniko teary-eyed, more hurt than angry that she was paying attention to that other puppy. Peering up at the diligently working adult in perhaps the most pathetic expression he could muster without trying, he let out a choked, squeaky whine for her affections. He could have verbally nagged her with a chorus and encore of “Mommy!” but she got enough of that from his siblings. A maternal figure would always react to the sound of a young child over a young child who had a mastery of words. - Naniko D'Angelo - 12-05-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-05-2008 [html] knowledge locked in a tower — barons will hold the key She stopped what she was doing long enough to pay attention to him, but at the cost of the orange creature backing up and growling at him. This action didn't scare him, but almost drew a growl of his own out, if it weren't for the fact that Naniko more or less reprimanded him on the spot. So indeed, he couldn't help but feel the hurt snake all the way back across his softening features. Apparently, whatever that thing was, wasn't a wolf at all. Some sort of creature. Monster! His thoughts collided his eyes drifted away from Naniko to the animal, leaving him to eye it. A wild animal may as well have been a monster, but by that logic and without him knowing anything, so was he. He was perfectly content with staring at the critter through the rest of her advising, but had to draw his gaze to her when she asked him a question. From his place on the floor, he shook his head, and promptly rose up on his hind legs, using one foot to hold himself steady as he leaned against the couch, while the other reached out to paw her sadly. He hadn't seen that orange canine before in his life and all he wanted was her attention. As if to get that point across (and to spite the being that had been soaking up her attention moments before), his little tail wagged with a happy sort of determination. but if knowledge is power — know this is tyranny - Naniko D'Angelo - 12-06-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-13-2008 I'm fine with any powerplaying as long as it doesn't involve Naniko swinging him around by his tail or death. [html] knowledge locked in a tower — barons will hold the key Victory! His tail wag a brief, but triumphant wag as Naniko lifted him of of the floor and into her lap. Salem could not help but beam a broad, tight-lipped smile at his mother, so happy to be the centre of her attention (at least for the moment). That very attention was drawn away by the fox making noise at him, and his head whipped around so quickly that Salem lost his own sense of balance for a moment. But he didn't answer her, only stared. Before too long, Naniko was explaining just what it was that this fox thing was, talking about how it lived outside and in a cave. If it was actually one thing that Salem wasn't overly fond of, it was outside. There was snow, and snow was cold, wet, and among other things, it made him naturally miserable because he wasn't much bigger than the drifts that had already started to collect against the shadowy side of the mansion. Yet he needed not to worry about it too much, because he didn't really stray out of the places where everyone else had been—where the snow was mashed flat—but he was on occasion, curious. Curiosity killed the cat and curiosity had accidentally buried Salem in a snow pile one morning. That aside, he merely peered up at his mother expectantly when she mentioned taking the intrusion (at least that's how he viewed this strange fox) home. Walks were okay in his book, because he would be a brave little boy and follow his mother wherever she wanted to go, whenever she wanted to go. Twisting around in Naniko's lap, he joyfully and perhaps immaturely messed up her fur, but attempted to be oh so much more cuter than he was any other time. A dead give away that he probably didn't approve of her divvying up her attention, given that he more or less tried to pull the same stunt around his siblings. Roll around, make cute faces… whole nine yards. Whether or not it ever worked was generally forgotten by him; his siblings were a lot more vocal and rambunctious than he was. but if knowledge is power — know this is tyranny - Naniko D'Angelo - 12-13-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-17-2008 [html] knowledge locked in a tower — barons will hold the key He revelled in the moment that she snuggled him close. He loved the attention that he got in those little moments, however brief they were. Salem drew in her well known scent and gurgled a sound out that was something akin to a purr. But just as soon as the affection came, it was gone, and he was pulled out of a comforting reverie as his mother righted him and placed him on the floor. For a couple of fleeting moments as she gathered the fox kit, he looked at the room bleakly and blankly, merely staring off into space until the floorboards gave away at the fact she was moving along. He scurried out of her way and fell in behind her—frowning bitterly while her back was turned as he wanted to be the carried one—following Naniko wherever she went. His mother could have walked off of the edge of a building and he would have followed without question. Wherever she went, he generally liked to follow if he could… at least until she walked far too fast for his little feet to keep up with. At her question, Salem's face scrunched up thoughtfully for a moment, but the boy hadn't the faintest idea what they could do. So, he shrugged. Saying “I'd like to get rid of that fox thing,” wouldn't have been the right thing to say, this he knew without testing the waters first. but if knowledge is power — know this is tyranny - Naniko D'Angelo - 12-20-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-20-2008 [html] Always a few steps behind her, he managed getting through the snow okay without any complaints. At least sound ones, that was. But before he knew it and just his like mother said, the fox kit's den was nearby and it was deposited off, much to his relief. As they turned and headed back the way they came, he made more of an effort to keep up, hoping that on some random whim that his mother would pick him up eventually. But that was abandoned relatively easily when she mentioned playing a game. [/html]
Making a sound that sounded something like “uh-huh!” he bounded ahead of her a bit, only to fall back in stride with her. He liked games, regardless of whether or not they made him tired. Everything made Salem tired at that point, just because he was young. Getting from the den to the house after a new snow was tiring enough for him, especially when the drifts were starting to get taller than he was in a few places. Disappearing beneath that snow was quite scary, especially when it had happened to him a couple of times when he was utterly alone. - Naniko D'Angelo - 01-01-2009 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 02-03-2009 D'you mind if we fade this out and have an updated thread? 'Cause I suck, pretty much. [html] His eyes lit up as she spoke of the game she wanted them to play, the simple fact that it was a human game made it all the more interesting. Had they been in any other situation, he may have even cast her an incredulous look when she spoke of being little — why, it couldn't have been! His mother could have never been as tiny as he was! — but in that moment, it was just a detail that was cast aside. [/html]
As Naniko offered him a choice of whether to be the hide-ee or the seeker, Salem furrowed his brow momentarily in thought. Hiding sounded fun, especially because it wasn't something that he did from her that often. Seeking on the other hand, well, he spent half of his life seeking her. So there was little hesitation: “Hidin’,” he told her quietly, almost as though there were a hint of uncertainty to go with that. And there was, but not entirely tied to his answer! Pulling his eyes away from his mother, Salem had already cast them out over the snowy section ahead of them, wondering just where to hide. Where would he hide!? |