11-21-2010, 05:09 PM
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Poppy was always up for a good play-fight with her sisters. She could be a very rough little puppy when she felt like it, which was the case on this somewhat cold November day. They had been having fun near the orchids that were located close to the Victorian house for the past few hours now and, let me tell you, Foxglove didn't stand a chance with the russet-colored pup bouncing and pouncing about, her sharp teeth grabbing at ears and a tail, causing her litter mate to yelp. Magnolia had already taken off in order to do something a little less physical and soon enough Foxglove would be doing the same. Poppy was just hardcore like that.
It was when a howl caught the young one's attention that she lost her focus, resulting in her being squished under Foxglove's weight. "Listen!" Poppy exclaimed, curiosity getting the best of her. Shrugging Foxglove off of her little body, Poppy made a bee line toward the howl, her senses on full alert. She knew this was her father yet as she skedaddled, she didn't really feel that pang of hurt that always seemed to make her heart ache when she thought about him.
As far as her father was concerned, Poppy didn't have a lot to say. She had only thought about him a few times over the past month she'd known of his existence and to be honest, she had trained herself to keep him away from her mind. It was less painful that way. She had only met him once when their Mama had taken them all the way to his pack. Since then he hadn't even come to visit, and their mother hadn't mentioned him. She felt as though he didn't want to be around her and the others and that didn't feel good.
When she reached a point where Niro Takekuro was visible, standing on the other side of the Slytherin territory, she came to an abrupt halt behind a tower, glancing back to find that Foxglove hadn't fallowed. She was all by herself, staring at the person that should be her Daddy; he was but a stranger to her.
Mustering up the courage and hoping that her Mama wouldn't be mad at her for doing what she was about to do, the curious little thing slowly made her way toward Niro, her head lowered slightly. "Hi, Mr. Niro, sir." she mumbled uneasily. What else was she supposed to say? She still had no idea why he was here, or what he wanted to do... in her mind, he hated her and would rather she didn't exist. It was a tad bit surprising that she'd made the run here in the first place.
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Poor Niro. <3 451 words...
Poppy was always up for a good play-fight with her sisters. She could be a very rough little puppy when she felt like it, which was the case on this somewhat cold November day. They had been having fun near the orchids that were located close to the Victorian house for the past few hours now and, let me tell you, Foxglove didn't stand a chance with the russet-colored pup bouncing and pouncing about, her sharp teeth grabbing at ears and a tail, causing her litter mate to yelp. Magnolia had already taken off in order to do something a little less physical and soon enough Foxglove would be doing the same. Poppy was just hardcore like that.
It was when a howl caught the young one's attention that she lost her focus, resulting in her being squished under Foxglove's weight. "Listen!" Poppy exclaimed, curiosity getting the best of her. Shrugging Foxglove off of her little body, Poppy made a bee line toward the howl, her senses on full alert. She knew this was her father yet as she skedaddled, she didn't really feel that pang of hurt that always seemed to make her heart ache when she thought about him.
As far as her father was concerned, Poppy didn't have a lot to say. She had only thought about him a few times over the past month she'd known of his existence and to be honest, she had trained herself to keep him away from her mind. It was less painful that way. She had only met him once when their Mama had taken them all the way to his pack. Since then he hadn't even come to visit, and their mother hadn't mentioned him. She felt as though he didn't want to be around her and the others and that didn't feel good.
When she reached a point where Niro Takekuro was visible, standing on the other side of the Slytherin territory, she came to an abrupt halt behind a tower, glancing back to find that Foxglove hadn't fallowed. She was all by herself, staring at the person that should be her Daddy; he was but a stranger to her.
Mustering up the courage and hoping that her Mama wouldn't be mad at her for doing what she was about to do, the curious little thing slowly made her way toward Niro, her head lowered slightly. "Hi, Mr. Niro, sir." she mumbled uneasily. What else was she supposed to say? She still had no idea why he was here, or what he wanted to do... in her mind, he hated her and would rather she didn't exist. It was a tad bit surprising that she'd made the run here in the first place.
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