500+ She knew her brother, knew he was one of the black sheep in their litter. Ocèane seemed to go for the title more often recently and it seemed she found great pleasure in targeting Noir and poor, oh so poor Toefur of hers. Noir usually was very understood, because Toefur was one of her most loved belongings. Though, she wondered why Ocè could not find her own toy to play with. It really made her sad when Toefur disappeared. Ocèane could also go ahead and take the pink plushie from her while the tan child was playing with it. The little girl did not understand why her littermate would do such a thing deliberately. How could they find pleasure in being mean to the people closest to them? There was a lot of stuff that Noir did not understand, so her solution was to try to be understanding, even though it was hard sometimes. Attila was of the same brand, but less vicious in the pale brown child’s opinion. Maybe it was because he did not confront her the same way as he did with Claudius. She believed she could understand Attila’s reasons too, because Claudius was very frail and Attila did not need to do much to bring tears streaming down the darker sibling. Hopefully Claudius would change and get a bit tougher, so that Attila’s actions did not hurt him as much as they did now. She did not like seeing her sibling in tears, not any of them.
Attila’s answer caused a warm emotion to swell inside her little heart. Noir had an own ability to dive into a wave of intense happiness whenever her family caused her glee. The pale boy did not wait for any reaction before he disappeared into the den to start removing the heavy stuff from their home. Noir was unable to remove the wide happy smile from her face. Moments earlier she had felt slightly sad, but now every part of her body had been refilled with golden energy. She spun around the den in a circle and ran inside when Attila’s muffled cry sounded. Of course, she had asked him for help, so she still had the do the work. She couldn’t control herself, and jumped up on Attila from behind, rubbing her head against his side. Noir was already developing a problem with psychical contact. Her problem was not that she disliked being physical, it was the complete opposite. It was her way of making her affection visible. It also created new rays of sunshine to reflect in her eyes. All she could think of was how much she loved her unruly brother and how amazingly kind he was to help her out. She would have to make him a gift later to show her appreciation. She jumped off him and grabbed the piece of fur in-between her tiny teeth and started to pull it backwards towards the den exit. Attila was stronger than her, but the fur was moving now. They could do this! |
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