06-16-2008, 05:10 PM
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Since Hel was born in Europe, I'll just move her whole pack in Souls. Because, you know, this is fairy land and all
The black pup was out and about again. Her brother Fenrir had threatened to tell Loki about her running out of the den again, but Hel's quick bite to his tail was enough to shut him up. She was already big for her age and curious, and usually she would prefer fighting to this kind of stuff, but today her brothers were being silly. She wanted to explore. The pack was growing strong, despite their wolves not being the toughest of their litters. In truth, Asgard was made up of her brothers and sisters and occasional cousin. And they were still asleep.
The ground was wet and the air smelled of storm, of rain. Oh good, she'd play in the mud a bit. Slowly, the black little pup started walking, her nose pushed against the grass. Her tail wagged slightly and her sights set on a small grasshopper. Hel grinned and started yapping at it, trying to get it to die. Her dad would like her to do that, kill small insects. It showed no revulsion towards blood and death. Her paw slipped and soon she was tumbling until she landed next to what looked like a weird wolf. Hel got up and shook herself vigorously. Her head cocked to the side, her ears perked, icy blue eyes locked on the other pup, she asked
Since Hel was born in Europe, I'll just move her whole pack in Souls. Because, you know, this is fairy land and all
The black pup was out and about again. Her brother Fenrir had threatened to tell Loki about her running out of the den again, but Hel's quick bite to his tail was enough to shut him up. She was already big for her age and curious, and usually she would prefer fighting to this kind of stuff, but today her brothers were being silly. She wanted to explore. The pack was growing strong, despite their wolves not being the toughest of their litters. In truth, Asgard was made up of her brothers and sisters and occasional cousin. And they were still asleep.
The ground was wet and the air smelled of storm, of rain. Oh good, she'd play in the mud a bit. Slowly, the black little pup started walking, her nose pushed against the grass. Her tail wagged slightly and her sights set on a small grasshopper. Hel grinned and started yapping at it, trying to get it to die. Her dad would like her to do that, kill small insects. It showed no revulsion towards blood and death. Her paw slipped and soon she was tumbling until she landed next to what looked like a weird wolf. Hel got up and shook herself vigorously. Her head cocked to the side, her ears perked, icy blue eyes locked on the other pup, she asked
You funny woffie. Wha are you?