12-10-2008, 01:39 PM
ooc: That’s not short you silly 
No cookie for you!
ic:
He couldn’t help himself. Already amused by her annoyance, her yawn caught him off guard and he succumbed to yet another wide, tongue curling canine yawn. Ah but it was a cozy little place. He snuggled himself closer to the fire. Its warmth had made him realise just how cold and wet he was. A chill ran through him and he realised just how silly trekking out in the miserable weather had been. Then again, he would not have been enjoying the fire with pups close by and a good friend to catch up with. The weather had been a perfect cover to let him into the lands undetected.
Noah listened to her argument and was not sure if he fully agreed with her about the boy. It seemed like all the two had ever did in the old lands was fight and power struggle with each other. Noah often felt like he had no control over Lucifer and the more he tried to help him, the worse things became. He did not want things to go back to the way they were before. With all his doubts, he chose not to contradict her. Many summers ago he had learnt that females always had a keener sense when it came to just what pups needed. So far, it had always proved wise to head their pup rearing advice.
“But why do yeh hound him so?” he asked, not upset but just not clear why thing were the way they were between the two. To be honest, he was surprised to see Lucifer taking such treatment. That much alone spoke volumes to Noah. Maybe the boy really had changed.
Wait? Iskata though that having him around made Lucifer be a better male? Noah’s chest filled with pride and hope for his son. And did she mean to say Lucifer respected him. It was a pleasant thought. Pleasant enough for the corners of his muzzle twinge in the makings of a smile.
He shifted to his other side so to try and dry out evenly. When he caught her checking out her paws, he curiously glanced at his own. Being a solid smoke grey, the fire’s light simply made him look a bit more colourful with washed out reds, oranges, and cream yellows. Her next words distracted him from the interesting phenomenon.
A friend wanted him there and she spoke of family. Family and friends were of high importance and sediment for him. He would drop everything to come to the aid of either. Protecting; it was another button she hit dead on. Reflexively, his ears shot up and he strained his head to check on the cubs. The scent of young pups already had him in a highly protective mindset. The suggestion that she, a friend, needed help protecting such defenceless little ones was a powerful on. There was no question in his mind. He had to stay and look out for them.
Although it did nicely to massage his male ego, her open flattery finally clued him into what she was up to. And blast her, she did a fine job of it. He especially liked the touch about belonging. She knew him too well. Even clued into her scheme, he was already to well and properly hooked to consider refusing. He could have been on his death bed and he would not have refused a friend. Already, the big male had become fiercely protective of the young ones. There was no going back.
“Damn it, lass,” he cursed but looked rather bemused with her, “Yer good.”
He paused for a brief second and studied her closely, “How long ‘ave yeh been planning dis?”
No cookie for you!ic:
He couldn’t help himself. Already amused by her annoyance, her yawn caught him off guard and he succumbed to yet another wide, tongue curling canine yawn. Ah but it was a cozy little place. He snuggled himself closer to the fire. Its warmth had made him realise just how cold and wet he was. A chill ran through him and he realised just how silly trekking out in the miserable weather had been. Then again, he would not have been enjoying the fire with pups close by and a good friend to catch up with. The weather had been a perfect cover to let him into the lands undetected.
Noah listened to her argument and was not sure if he fully agreed with her about the boy. It seemed like all the two had ever did in the old lands was fight and power struggle with each other. Noah often felt like he had no control over Lucifer and the more he tried to help him, the worse things became. He did not want things to go back to the way they were before. With all his doubts, he chose not to contradict her. Many summers ago he had learnt that females always had a keener sense when it came to just what pups needed. So far, it had always proved wise to head their pup rearing advice.
“But why do yeh hound him so?” he asked, not upset but just not clear why thing were the way they were between the two. To be honest, he was surprised to see Lucifer taking such treatment. That much alone spoke volumes to Noah. Maybe the boy really had changed.
Wait? Iskata though that having him around made Lucifer be a better male? Noah’s chest filled with pride and hope for his son. And did she mean to say Lucifer respected him. It was a pleasant thought. Pleasant enough for the corners of his muzzle twinge in the makings of a smile.
He shifted to his other side so to try and dry out evenly. When he caught her checking out her paws, he curiously glanced at his own. Being a solid smoke grey, the fire’s light simply made him look a bit more colourful with washed out reds, oranges, and cream yellows. Her next words distracted him from the interesting phenomenon.
A friend wanted him there and she spoke of family. Family and friends were of high importance and sediment for him. He would drop everything to come to the aid of either. Protecting; it was another button she hit dead on. Reflexively, his ears shot up and he strained his head to check on the cubs. The scent of young pups already had him in a highly protective mindset. The suggestion that she, a friend, needed help protecting such defenceless little ones was a powerful on. There was no question in his mind. He had to stay and look out for them.
Although it did nicely to massage his male ego, her open flattery finally clued him into what she was up to. And blast her, she did a fine job of it. He especially liked the touch about belonging. She knew him too well. Even clued into her scheme, he was already to well and properly hooked to consider refusing. He could have been on his death bed and he would not have refused a friend. Already, the big male had become fiercely protective of the young ones. There was no going back.
“Damn it, lass,” he cursed but looked rather bemused with her, “Yer good.”
He paused for a brief second and studied her closely, “How long ‘ave yeh been planning dis?”