12-29-2007, 06:05 AM
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The scarred alpha's memory was a strange thing. He remembered exact phrases from years ago now, but apparently had trouble remembering the people he had seen more recently and their connections and relationships with others around him. As soon as she spoke, Laruku remembered and sighed inwardly. The real world seemed far away and he was disconnected from it, trapped in a pocket of time and space where the same things happened every day and the same people were there to whisper things at him when his back was turned. This was one of Lisichka's second litter, so she was Melisande's half-sister, and there would thus be some ridiculously complex relationship that led back to him, depending on whether one was following blood lines or adoptive lines.
He had never been good with children. At some point, he had outright disliked them for being the innocent, naive, and helpless little things they were. Then he had gotten to tolerate them, realizing that what they had didn't last long. And maybe his mindset had changed again when he had realized he had become a father himself, but the hybrid never felt like he knew how to deal with them. Blood-colored eyes watched her distantly as she tried to be playful. It shouldn't have been that hard to swipe back, paw at her and flip her over, to play. But all he could imagine was a playful swipe turning into a vicious beating, teeth around a child's neck and memories of actions that should have never been his.
Laruku stood up, unwilling to give into the pup's antics. Instead, he asked another question,
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The scarred alpha's memory was a strange thing. He remembered exact phrases from years ago now, but apparently had trouble remembering the people he had seen more recently and their connections and relationships with others around him. As soon as she spoke, Laruku remembered and sighed inwardly. The real world seemed far away and he was disconnected from it, trapped in a pocket of time and space where the same things happened every day and the same people were there to whisper things at him when his back was turned. This was one of Lisichka's second litter, so she was Melisande's half-sister, and there would thus be some ridiculously complex relationship that led back to him, depending on whether one was following blood lines or adoptive lines.
He had never been good with children. At some point, he had outright disliked them for being the innocent, naive, and helpless little things they were. Then he had gotten to tolerate them, realizing that what they had didn't last long. And maybe his mindset had changed again when he had realized he had become a father himself, but the hybrid never felt like he knew how to deal with them. Blood-colored eyes watched her distantly as she tried to be playful. It shouldn't have been that hard to swipe back, paw at her and flip her over, to play. But all he could imagine was a playful swipe turning into a vicious beating, teeth around a child's neck and memories of actions that should have never been his.
Laruku stood up, unwilling to give into the pup's antics. Instead, he asked another question,
And your brother?He looked down at her,
How're you all settling in here?