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- Kansas Sadira - 08-11-2009 [html]
- Emwe Soul - 08-13-2009 [html] ooc His physiology wasn't quite in his own favor yet, despite how he was closing in on adulthood. It seemed as if growth meant in width only or something, for him, because his legs were kind of short and the rest of him was kind of big. In reality he was quite pudgy, having a very very good appetite, but his legs were short for his age, something which would likely even out with time. He was still some good months away from being fully grown, after all. His mind, however, was not wholly up to par with his age, and he had a childish approach to life. He was careless and happy, clumsy and positive, and his silly walk seemed to be a true image of these traits as he walked along in a strange strut. The sky was being pretty and he liked to look up to watch it as he walked, but often when he did that he would stumble or walk into things, so he'd learned not to do it. And he was by a lake now, so it probably wasn't good to look elsewhere because he didn't like swimming. He still liked to glance up as often as he could though, and sometimes stop to just look at it. It was pretty, and Conor said it was almost the same color as his eyes. Conor had strange eyes, but not as strange as Catalyst, because Catalyst had two colors! That had to be one of the strangest things he'd ever seen. A lot of birds whose species he didn't know suddenly took off and entered the sky, and his bum landed on the ground as he stopped abruptly to look at them. It had to be very nice to be able to fly! To be in the sky, instead of just looking at the sky from down here. It was boring to not be able to fly, and Emwe had thought many times that he envied all the birds because they could fly. Alexey said that not all birds could fly, but Emwe didn't believe that. Why be a bird if it can't fly? And he hadn't seen any birds that didn't fly, either. Except dead birds, but dead birds were dead, so that explained everything. As the birds in the sky flew out of his sight, he got up again and wobbled on along the lake's shore, not until now noticing the male on the ground ahead. He was lying.. in a puddle? Why would he do that? Alexey said Emwe shouldn't do things like that because it made him dirty. Then why did some adult do it right there! How strange! Fascinated, the nosy adolescent walked right up there with the intent to ask him exactly that. Why are you in the mud mister? Calling people mister was a good thing, he'd learned that. People liked names like that. - Kansas Sadira - 08-13-2009 [html]
- Emwe Soul - 08-14-2009 [html] Word count: 375 Emwe smiled at his logic - it was a logic he could understand very well. In fact, it made every possible bit of sense. It was also a perfectly acceptable explanation, but he knew that if he had done that and Alexey had found him, she would have said that someone his age couldn't do that. But this mister was older than he! And he was doing it, and with good reason. Everyone should do things that felt nice just because they felt nice, and they shouldn't care what everyone else said about it. Secretly, he thought Alexey was pretty stupid when she said things like that, but he never said so because he knew she would not like it. He liked her very much, after all, and he didn't want to make her sad. His tail wagged behind him, not finding a fitting answer for this male's reasoning. He just liked it. But then the male in the mud mentioned a lot of names Emwe knew very well! In fact, the first one was his brother's, and then his own. Maybe he was a mind-reader, this one. And before he could comprehend why this male knew his name, all kinds of names came tumbling out of him, and lastly the title 'uncle'. An uncle! Oh boy, he hadn't had an uncle since he'd been with Uncle Ly! He never knew his mother had a brother, because his mother had gone away and he never saw her anymore. His tongue lolled out of his mouth while he was thinking of something smart to say so he would be proud that he was his uncle, but no good words came into his head. Standing there for a while, he waited for them, but none came. At last, he stared at him wide-eyed and answered bluntly. But it made sense, he thought, because this male had that white pelt and both the rosea and his aunt Mew had that white pelt. So it had to be true. Hello uncle Kansas! Pausing, he remembered that his uncle didn't know which one he was, Conor or Emwe, so maybe it would be smart to tell him that. Oh and I'm Emwe, not Conor. Conor is much smaller than me. - Kansas Sadira - 08-16-2009 [html]
- Emwe Soul - 08-17-2009 [html] Word count: 375 His brown tail wagged happily behind him as he stared at his uncle. His uncle! Now he had two uncles. The news were just slowly dawning on him, and he found the arrangement strange although he accepted it. Because not that long ago he'd suddenly gotten himself an aunt, too. And then an uncle but he wasn't his uncle really. He was just the mate of his aunt. At least that was how Conor had explained it to him, and Emwe knew very well that Conor was very smart and that he should listen to what Conor said. So now he had what.. two uncles, and one uncle that wasn't really an uncle? But this was a real uncle! He looked cool, too. His uncle said he was happy to see Emwe, and secretly the young male thought "of course!". Who wasn't happy to see Emwe? Everyone were always happy around him, because he couldn't remember a single time everyone hadn't been. With a smile he nudged his uncle on the closest limb he could find - a front leg - and sat down. He wanted to go in the mud too, but he wasn't allowed. Alexey would totally tell him off. His uncle Kansas wondered what Emwe was out here for, and if he answered truthfully the answer would be "I don't know". Some days he liked to just walk around and maybe find a pond or a beetle, or the ocean. That time when he had seen the ocean and he had met Catalyst, that was the best day ever. At least one of them. He liked to find weird things when he just walked around. His tongue was still hanging out of his mouth as he replied, carefree as always. I dunno. I just walked here and was looking for something exciting and I found an uncle. The art of joking was finally starting to dawn on the boy, and while this could just a month ago have been a statement that would have charmed the adults without him understanding why, he now understood that sometimes adults found it humorous to state the obvious. So he did that, and smiled a special smile, and then sometimes the adults laughed. Maybe it would work on his uncle, too. - Kansas Sadira - 08-28-2009 [html]
- Emwe Soul - 08-30-2009 [html] Word count: 376 His joke was successful, and a wide grin spread on the boy's face as he watched his amused uncle laugh. Great! Emwe liked it when he could make people around him smile and be happy, it was as if he rubbed off some of his own good mood onto others. It felt really good, too, to laugh with someone. Conor used to be really really sad when they were not as old as now, but he had become happier too and they laughed together sometimes. Uncle Kansas would probably like to meet Conor too, and they could laugh at him in the mud because it was strange to be in the mud, but probably really nice. If he said it was nice then Emwe would believe him. Uncle Kansas seemed like he might like to do that with them, because he was so nice. When people were nice, it was because they liked you, and uncle Kansas seemed to like him since he was nice. Logic didn't fail. His tail wagged along the ground, moving small rocks and leaves and whatever was in its path. The line of thoughts that went through the young male's mind was interrupted when uncle Kansas spoke again, but his words encouraged another one. Exciting? He was very exciting! Very good! Just think of it! A few moments ago I had two uncles, and now I have three! If that wasn't exciting, Emwe didn't know what was. His face changed when the newfound family member spilled out names - names Emwe did not know. The boy had grown up with his brother and their caretaker as company, meeting only very few other people. Catalyst was the only puppy he'd met that was roughly his own age, and he'd barely ventured outside the Dahlian borders. His face was wrinkled as he struggled to recognise the names, but no link could be found where it did not exist. Finally, he gave in and looked at the adult, face disappointed and apologetic at once. I don't know them. Pausing, he thought of something nice, setting his tail off again. But you're very nice and since you're their dad then they're probably very nice too! A very clever boy, Emwe was. Nothing got past him. - Kansas Sadira - 09-02-2009 [html]
- Emwe Soul - 09-11-2009 [html] Sosososo sorry for the wait >_<>_< Word Count: 345 His tail dance joyously behind him and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he listened to the voice of his new-found uncle. Kansas seemed impressed, probably because of all the smart things he said; Emwe was clever. He knew Alexey was impressed too sometimes. As sounds of laughter came from his uncle's mouth, Emwe joined in, taking part in the amusement and letting his voice ring clearly. His head bobbed up and down in an agreeing nod - yeah, he was pretty cool. And, his uncle was pretty smart. He was all ears as his uncle shared more knowledge on the topic of his cousins. Really, he's probably be intimidated meeting them, since the world he had grown up in was tiny, but this fact was unknown to him and all he felt was eagerness. He wanted to meet everyone! And, since his dad was the most powerful male in the world, everyone probably wanted to meet Emwe, too. Oh it was so exciting! Again his head flew up and down, now more focused, because he would like that very, very much! And maybe Conor could come too and they could play something cool, or Emwe could show them that place to the south that had lots of really deep holes in the ground that probably were dangerous but if you put your ear to the ground you could hear the trickling of water! It would be so great, so great he probably couldn't even imagine it! Secretly, Emwe Soul was growing tired of the same souls around him, and the idea of new faces and friends held such enticing promises. The eager nod turned into an eager shake of the head as he tried to convince his lovely uncle that Alexey wouldn't mind. "Alexey wouldn't mind and we have lots of room where we live and you could come have lunch or something?" His attention failed him and by the time he reached the end of the sentence he was already imagining the lunch, forgetting about Alexey. It was a good idea. - Kansas Sadira - 09-20-2009 [html]
- Emwe Soul - 09-27-2009 [html] Word of the Day Sunday, September 27, 2009: predilection Sorry for the wait again, I'm so hopeless Word Count: 377 His face did not change as he listened to his uncle speak. The boy nodded, when he said it could be soon, and the wag gained speed for a moment as he thought about that. Emwe loved his family, and to him gaining new family members, either close or distant, was like gaining a new friend. Ill treatment from his parents was ignored; the boy's predilection for the positive forced him not to consider such episodes. It was a weakness in his mind, or a defense strategy. Nevertheless, he believed his mother to be elsewhere because she had something important to do, and his father to simply be too busy to care for them. That was why Conor had chosen to live with Alexey. Emwe had simply followed Conor - and he had been more lucky. He had chosen to stay out of his father's way, while Conor had experienced the full range of their father's rage. With these factors in place, it was easy for the boy to manufacture the idea that his parents loved him very much, but that they had legitimate reason to not see him. And he was ok with that! Seeing as his closest family loved him so much, and he loved them, and they were so nice, everyone in his family must be nice. Dim, or damaged - it was hard to tell. In this moment, though, he was content and happy - and that mattered more to his mind, than how it chose to perceive the world. Emwe replied eagerly to his uncle's questions, happy to provide anything at all. He wanted to impress the male with how cool and smart he was, to tell him everything he knew. The boy would be an easy target for anyone who wished to harm the pack; Emwe would gladly tell them anything they needed to know and never realize he was being manipulated. Another weakness, or perhaps it was the weakness of the world that made him not fit in. He was happy, honest and trusting. The world was not. "I'm seven months old, but I can't read. I can shift though! Colibri taught me. But I didn't shift today, I didn't want to. Sometimes it feels weird and it makes me tired." - Kansas Sadira - 10-17-2009 [html]
- Emwe Soul - 10-18-2009 [html] Hey, no problem! Not like I'm the swiftest of posters lately anyway. Sure, we can wrap it up Word Count: 377 His tail spun at crazy speeds as his uncle offered to teach him reading. Who was it who had ever said that relatives were a bother? The young male could think of nothing that would please him more than spending time with his family, and if he should learn something from it as well... whoah! But reading was very very hard, he had seen books and stuff. Conor had some. His face was bent to the side as he questioned his own skills, announcing his dim wits to his uncle. "Yeah! But reading is really hard, and when Conor struggles to learn it on his own I probably can't know that stuff." One of his more intelligent lines of thought, really. He was impressed with his ability to eliminate reading from skills that he could learn. But, of course, he would certainly try. Hopeful was his middle name, almost, or at least it seemed to be from time to time. His face was slightly disappointed in himself, though, at the same time. Even though he felt smart thinking such things, he couldn't help but notice that the end conclusion was that he wasn't able to learn to read. His tail slowed a moment, but then regained speed; "I would try as hard as I can, though!" His uncle agreed that shifting was cool - the best! He had the best uncle! Uncle Lubomir wasn't as interesting, because he kept reading things and when Emwe couldn't read it wasn't so exciting. And uncle Jael was... not aronud, he'd never met him after that time. So it was only uncle Kansas left and uncle Kansas was very exciting. They liked the same stuff! His head moved rapidly in agreement. "It is only adults who can shift so I'm an adult, but I don't know what I like best because I like both but sometimes it is nice to have hands and sometimes it is nice to have four legs to run fast." He could blabber on about shifting forever, still so fascinated by his ability to do so. Every time he did it it felt like the strangest of sensations, but he rarely had energy left to enjoy it. Perhaps that would get better with time —he hoped so! - Kansas Sadira - 11-05-2009 [html]
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