03-26-2009, 06:54 PM
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ooc talk
She knew that Ezekiel would definitely beat up anyone who tried to grab onto her hair. It was nice to know that Haven would, too--she did worry about that a lot. Someone going after her. Adelaida had said that wolves and coyotes weren't meant to get along, and she felt sure that she was going to run into one someday who didn't like her just for that reason. She was a pretty small, even for a coyote...and if someone wanted to, it would be easy for them to defeat her. Her hair was just one weapon that they could have used. She liked feeling safe and protected. Haven made her feel that way each time that she was with him.
"Siobhan has smelled things like this in the city. The humans must have made it smell really bad like this...Siobhan has wondered about that. About the humans." They had left so many things behind for the wolves to use, explore, and play with. She let Haven lead her to one side of the dark room, her mouth forming a small "o" shape at the sight set out before her. "It is...red. That is the right color, yes? I is learning the colors, and shapes and things like that. From human books. It is for me?" She was beginning to learn how to talk better, as wel...but she still lapsed back into her normal way of speaking when she wasn't concentrating on the way that she was talking.
"What about you? Is there something for you here? Or...oh. Boys don't wear these, maybe." She didn't know what sorts of things were different between boys and girls. What boys did and what girls did. As far as she knew, she did around the same things that Ezekiel and Haven did. So what was so different?
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She knew that Ezekiel would definitely beat up anyone who tried to grab onto her hair. It was nice to know that Haven would, too--she did worry about that a lot. Someone going after her. Adelaida had said that wolves and coyotes weren't meant to get along, and she felt sure that she was going to run into one someday who didn't like her just for that reason. She was a pretty small, even for a coyote...and if someone wanted to, it would be easy for them to defeat her. Her hair was just one weapon that they could have used. She liked feeling safe and protected. Haven made her feel that way each time that she was with him.
"Siobhan has smelled things like this in the city. The humans must have made it smell really bad like this...Siobhan has wondered about that. About the humans." They had left so many things behind for the wolves to use, explore, and play with. She let Haven lead her to one side of the dark room, her mouth forming a small "o" shape at the sight set out before her. "It is...red. That is the right color, yes? I is learning the colors, and shapes and things like that. From human books. It is for me?" She was beginning to learn how to talk better, as wel...but she still lapsed back into her normal way of speaking when she wasn't concentrating on the way that she was talking.
"What about you? Is there something for you here? Or...oh. Boys don't wear these, maybe." She didn't know what sorts of things were different between boys and girls. What boys did and what girls did. As far as she knew, she did around the same things that Ezekiel and Haven did. So what was so different?