hide your feathers on the back porch

Kansas Sadira · 05-28-2010, 07:20 AM

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Sorry, this post is about absolutely nothing. 300+

The room was dark and chilly, speaking of stormy weather outside. Glancing up from his book to peer out the window, Kansas was startled to see such darkness. Rain drenched the glass, sounding in small pocks as it struck the smooth surface. He could hear rain dully pounding the roof of the mansion, even through the upper rooms above the living area. The weather had been dull like this for weeks, it seemed, with only short breaths of sunshine between rampages of rain. He hoped that when the earth had quenched itself, the weather would be sevenfold as beautiful and warm. It was definitely time to take the children outside and show them around Crimson Dreams; hopefully soon the weather would permit. There was only so much for growing minds to do in the confines of the large house and its porches.

The slim werewolf set his book down on the worn cushions of the couch and stretched spindly arms over his head. He had been reading most of the day — and when he became lost in a story, there was no way he could predict what time of day it was. Time and creativity did a wonderful job of losing him. The Colonel stood from the couch and slowly made his way to the window, hoping for a telling glimpse of sunlight. The prospects of this were slim he knew even before he reached the windowsill, for in the previous moments the room had quite possibly darkened. Pearly fingers rested against the chipping wood of the sill, eyes slanted up toward the sky. Eh, he complained softly, seeing that the clouds were not just gray, but black in their shadows.

He had no more time to whine, however. In the next instant, Kansas was nearly thrown to the floor. A loud clap of thunder shook the floorboards beneath his feet, causing him to almost jump from his skin. As soon as he had recovered, though, he grasped the sill with new energy and grinned up at the clouds. Whoa! he exclaimed to himself. A freak thunderstorm, which was almost as exciting as sunlight.

Parker Sadira · 05-28-2010, 12:47 PM

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The young, cinnamon-streaked Sadira pup was off exploring as usual. It was raining outside, so she and her siblings had yet again been forced by nature to explore the numerous rooms of Haven manor. Parker had broken off from Artemis and Silvano, keeping quietly to herself. Her lamb, which for several days had not left her side, was carefully hidden in their bedroom, in a special, hard to get to place so that hopefully her two siblings would not try and take it. Well, she doubted Silvano would try and take it, he knew how much she liked it and wanted to keep it safe. Artemis on the other hand would likely try to play rough with it if she found it, not out of disdain for Parker, certainly not, but as of yet Parker had kept the toy to herself primarily so Artemis hadn't had the opportunity to try it out.

Nope, today it was just Parker, wandering the halls looking for something interesting to do. Golden orbs searched the many rooms as she walked past them. Most of them contained nothing of extreme interest, no adults to greet, no fancy objects to investigate, at least not upon first inspection. However, in one room she found just what she was looking for. There was daddy, looking outside at the rain. Then, the next thing she knew there was a bright flash of light immediately followed by the loudest 'ka-ka-boom' of thunder she had ever heard so far in her young life. She jumped almost simultaneously with her father, letting out a terrified yelp, the common canine distress call. No words were given, no intelligible speech, it was more or less a frightened scream. In an instant she dashed into the room, up to her father and huddled against his legs. White tipped, cinnamon brown tail was tucked between her hind limbs and her pointed ears were flat against her skull, pale white face turned up towards her father, lips quivering in preparation to cry. Whatever that had just been was scary and loud! She didn't like it at all. Nothing that loud could be good, the young girl was sure of it. Fortunately daddy was here. He could make it better! He was daddy after all, the ultimate protector of the whole family. Surely he was already formulating a plan to banish this horrible, noisy entity from the lands of Crimson Dreams.

Kansas Sadira · 06-12-2010, 01:59 PM

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300+ *fail*

Kansas didn't hear the yelp of his child, drowned by the sound of the thunder and of his own exclamation of surprise. The slim werewolf was completely startled when the plush feel of puppy fur brushed against his hind legs, tickling his calves. Immediately, he looked away from the window and down behind him, wondering which of his children sought him. There, huddled frightfully against his limbs, was Parker. Her expression was one of fear, but her wide golden eyes and trembling lips were too much for the man to keep his smile at bay. He remembered well fearing thunderstorms as a young child. There was something unsettling about flashing lights and booming noise that came from the sky, especially without the understanding of nature and its storms.

Oh, sweetest pea, he said with an encouraging smile, stooping to grab his daughter around her delicate ribs with gentle hands. Hoping to make her smile, he swung her about in a brief circle and touched noses with her before cradling her to his chest, his hold soft and sure. He turned with her to face the window, but the father kept them a farther distance away from the already-chipped glass now that his baby was in his arms — if the wind blew too strongly, the window could become a hazard. I know thunder sounds scary, but it won't hurt you. It's just part of the storm. The cinnamon and sugar girl had been truly frightened, and he wanted her to know the truth about nature's fury so she would understand that her fear was unneeded. He held her against his chest with one arm and used the other to point at the deep gray sky. Here baby, watch for the lightning. It made the noise you heard — the thunder will happen after. He fell silent, waiting for the flash from outdoors.

Parker Sadira · 06-18-2010, 02:04 AM

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Sorry for the delay. In all honesty I thought I had replied to this long ago. I'm such a ding-bat sometimes. lol

The tiny, cinnamon-streaked pup loved her father. He was one of the strongest, smartest people she knew. Of course, so was mama, but Parker considered her father be at least a bit stronger than mama. Whether he was smarter or not, Parker didn't care in the slightest. She loved her parents a lot, and knew that they would protect her no matter what. The tears welling up in her golden orbs threatened to spill over as she sought her father's reassurance. He hadn't quite noticed her yet, and was still looking out the window at the dark sky.

The moment her dad turned and saw her, Parker's fear drastically diminished. Daddy knew she was here and he was without a doubt ready to keep her safe. He picked her up gently and spun her around, something she greatly enjoyed, as most children do. She could not help but smile, thus banishing her fear and tears along with it. It was indeed impossible to be sad or upset when one was smiling. She touched noses with her father, her white-tipped tail wagging behind her happily. What came next was music to Parker's ears. She loved to here her parents speak. Whether it was her mother's Italian accent or her father's deeper tones, she just loved to hear their voices. They spoke so clearly, rarely with slip-ups or difficulties like her siblings. She wanted to be able to talk like they did. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that kept her from talking. The sunshine pup did not think about talking much herself, but when she did she just wasn't confident in her abilities yet. It would take some time for her to finally come out of her shell and speak. By then, she knew she would be ready.

The comforting words did more to send Parker's fears fleeing and she listened, eager to learn what he had to say about the loud noise. So it was just part of the storm? It just came along with the heavy rain? That made sense, even to her immature intellect. The fact that it came after the bright light, which she now knew was lightning, was somewhat more confusing. Why did it have to come after? Why not before? Her brow furrowed quizzically as she pondered such questions, golden orbs staring up at the sky where her father pointed. The bright flash came, and Parker readied herself mentally just in time for the loud 'ka-ka-boom' to echo through the air. She jumped a little, bright eyes blinking repeatedly from the bright flash of lightning, but she found herself unscathed. Once her vision had fixed itself, Parker could not help but smile and wag her tail in pride at her accomplishment. With her father's help she had withstood the terrifyingly loud thunder! Daddy was awesome. He'd told her what the noise was, knowing it would make it all better. He really was super smart!

Kansas Sadira · 06-18-2010, 06:05 PM

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You're fine! I don't mind at all. Big Grin 300+

The slim werewolf wanted his children to see him as strong and smart — as far as how they perceived him, intelligence and strength were the two qualities that he hoped they sensed in him. Kansas didn't, however, wish for them to view him as powerful. Power was not something the Sadira ever sought. He was not a powerful wolf, that was a truth. The main reason he didn't want that idea involved in his relationship with his children was because power instilled fear, which he never wanted his children to associate him with. He wanted to be a source of unconditional love, someone they could come to with whatever troubled them. He did not want to be someone they shied away from.

Every smile one of his pup's showed was precious, and he was grateful for it. Especially today, when Parker's tears dried and disappeared, her face brightening when she realized that her father had acknowledged her. The sunny girl's smile remained when he lifted her from the floor and they had some fun together, which was exactly what he'd hoped for. He watched the seriousness capture her expression as he spoke, and knew that she was listening. Parker hadn't spoken much yet, but Kansas could tell she was very, very smart: There was such brightness in her eyes. Her pallid brows knitted together as she thought, Kansas merely waited, excited to see her reaction when she learned. Finally, a streak of lightning split the sky with its ragged blade, followed by the low crack of its thunder. His grip was firm, even as she jumped in surprise against him. It only took a moment before he felt another wiggle, this one caused by the wag of her tail.

Yeah! he said to her, knowing she understood it. The noise doesn't hurt you, it just sounds like a hungry monster, huh? He stroked her maw with his forefinger and set her down on the floor again, in case she wished to move more freely. Lightning likes to strike tall stuff. If you're outside during a storm, try to stay out of open fields, and away from tall trees.

The safety tidbit came to him in an almost absent-minded way; he'd puzzled himself with where the words had come from.

Parker Sadira · 06-25-2010, 06:23 PM

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Yay I am actually posting replies actively again. I need to try and get some more Parker threads ^_^. This is a short post, I just wanted to make sure to get something up today.

The cinnamon and sugar girl couldn't contain her excitement as her father congratulated her on her bravery. After stroking her nose with his hand, which she licked several times, he put her on the ground and Parker could not help but spin around, wagging her tail excitedly. She paused for a moment to listen to her father's words of wisdom, making sure to heed every word. Lightning could strike stuff? Tall stuff? Well she wouldn't have to worry about being tall anytime soon, but she would definitely remember that information. If there was one thing Parker loved almost as much as her family, it was learning new stuff, and daddy and mama always had lots of stuff to teach her.

Her excitement slowly dying down, the golden-eyed, Sadira pup turned and looked at the collection of books lining the walls of the room she and her father were standing in. Daddy knew how to read, maybe he could read to her. With another excited wag of her tail and a big grin on her face, the cinnamon toned girl scampered on her quiet paws over to one of the bookshelves. Upon reaching the tremendous collection of literature, she simply sat down amazed by the size of some of the tomes. After taking in what she understood to be an amazing sight, the mute pup turned and faced her father, a quizzical look plastered on her bright, shining face. She wanted to learn to read, though it was kind of hard to learn without talking, so it seemed like she would have to wait for now. That did not mean, however, that she did not want to be read to. Maybe her dad would read her a story or play with her or something like that.

Kansas Sadira · 07-07-2010, 05:16 PM

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This crap is short and delayed, I'm sorry. Also, you pick the story!

He probably should have clarified that Parker would not have to worry at all about lightening until she grew. There was no way for such a small wolf to be struck. Hopefully, she would recall his warning if she was ever caught in a storm while standing in her Luperci form, which was probably the most dangerous shape to take when Nature hissed lightening down upon the Earth. Storm safety was rather basic, but nevertheless important, knowledge.

He leaned his weight against the windowsill and watched his auburn-toned daughter acclimate to being back on the floor, stifling laughter with his hand as he beheld her adorable antics. He'd learned that paying close attention to the Little Ones gave him insight into what they desired, if their voices couldn't quite articulate it. Sure enough, Parker's stunning honey orbs drift over toward the shelves of books, inconspicuously tucked against the walls of the large room. He strode toward the bookshelves, aware of her curious presence. ...D'you want me to read you a story? he asked, just to ensure that this was what she'd had in mind. While awaiting her answer, he knelt beside the old wooden shelving, for the picture books he'd painstakingly collected over the past year or so were located on the lowest level. Kansas grabbed a small stack and spread them out on the ground, motioning his daughter to come. See if there's something here, or... I do have more... he murmured, turning back to the shelf to thumb through the other children's stories.

Parker Sadira · 07-13-2010, 01:49 PM

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Golden orbs watched as her father walked over to her. He really was awesome, and he had already figured out what she was asking, for he followed up with a question of his own, just to make sure he had understood correctly. A story? Yes, oh definitely she wanted him to read her a story. White-tipped tail thumped gently on the floor as Parker's lips curved in a smile and her head bobbed up and down in an emphatic gesture of, Yes! She loved stories, whether they had pictures or not. With pictures she could see what was happening, and without she could just imagine it, so either way she was happy.

When her father spread a selection of story books out on the floor in front her her, Parker stepped forward to examine each one. Though she certainly could not read the titles, she could see the brightly illustrated covers, which often seemed to indicate what the story was about. She still wasn't quite sure what those pale, fur-less beings were in the stories, though they usually seemed to be important characters when they did appear. The cinnamon and sugar pup passed over a few books, one with a depiction of a wolf seemingly frightening one of those strange creatures dressed in a red hood, another with a picture of a tower that had some sort of long blond rope trailing down to the bottom with another, seemingly male creature standing at the base of the tower. These stories all seemed interesting, until Parker found one that seemed oddly weird, without any pictures of those weird creatures anymore. The creature on this book had hair all over their bodies, but they weren't wolves. He had a hat on, and he was looking at a plate of some strange looking food. For one, the food was green, and the only thing that Parker remotely recognized was what looked like a gigantic piece of meat. This story just seemed so strange that the silent Sadira just had to pick it. She had to learn just what such an oddly covered book was about. So, leaning down, Parker poked at the book with her little black nose, before looking up at her father. To her father's trained eyes, the title would read Green Eggs and Ham to Parker, the orange and white cover, depicting such an odd scene simply said a fun story.

Kansas Sadira · 07-22-2010, 05:26 PM

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yay Dr. Suess ftw!!

It was quiet in the living room. There were a few small windows, creating dim but comfortable light by which to relax. He hoped that they would not have to move into the library. Kansas loved to be surrounded by books, but it was a larger room and he preferred to stay here with his little daughter.

Her tail was wagging and her youthful eyes bright. He felt rewarded by her excitement, her willingness to enjoy one of the man's favorite hobbies. He stopped looking through the stories on the shelves and focused instead upon Parker, serenely letting his eyes wander across the various pictures as she studied them. He sensed her discomfort each time she opened a book that depicted Humans. It was understandable. He remembered feeling disquieted by pictures of the hairless beings who had once ruled the Earth but were no more.

She selected one of his favorite stories to read. He remembered sharing it with the previous litter, how they had giggled at the absurdity of the book. Green Eggs and Ham was a silly tale, one that he was entertained by. ...Good choice. I love this book. The human author created fantastical characters, strange furry things that usually walked upright. Kansas crossed his limbs and took the book into his hands, opening to the first page. He lifted the resultant circle of his arms for Parker to crawl under and sit on his lap, which would give her the best view of the pictures.

Parker Sadira · 07-31-2010, 01:21 AM

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Her father quickly noticed her choice and more than agreed with it. He even said that he liked it himself. The cinnamon and sugar pup could only smile and tilt up her chin slightly, priding herself somewhat on the fact that she had picked a book that Daddy liked. That meant they would both have a good time. It had yet to occur to her that her father probably would have enjoyed reading her any one of the stories, and for the moment it did not matter. She had made a good choice, and now she was going to get to listen to the story. Her father sat down, grasping the book in his hands and crossing his legs in front of him. When he gave her the opportunity she quickly situated herself on his lap directly in front of the brightly colored book. She couldn't wait until she learned how to read. It would be so cool to be able to pick up books and see what the stories said without having to wait for someone to read them to her. At this stage of her life, however, with her lack of speech learning to read would just have to wait.

White-tipped tail swished back and forth, brushing against her father's stomach as she sat in his lap. She couldn't wait for the story to begin. Golden orbs were transfixed upon the brightly colored book, awaiting the pictures that no doubt lurked inside. The best books had pictures in them, or so the young pup thought. With pictures she could see what was going on as her father read the words. Those other big books didn't have any pictures to help her figure out the story. Perhaps her opinion would change with age, but for now, illustrated books were the best.

Kansas Sadira · 08-05-2010, 07:17 AM

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Kansas had learned to read without picture books. Luckily, Naniko had given him a slate for writing and drawing his own pictures, which he'd spent many hours working at until the concepts made sense. Then there was the grueling task of reading larger books full only of text, posing a fight for the little boy to create images of his own to match the words that he'd read. This was why he liked to have plenty of picture books around the Manor for the children. He wanted them to enjoy books even before their minds were able to develop those images on their own.

The young father was still as Parker situated herself on his lap. She was so precious that he wanted to grab her into his arms again and hug her tight, but he dismissed the urge with little more than a smile to himself. Turning the page to the beginning, he cleared his throat and read. I am Sam. Sam I am, Kansas spoke in his low tones, sure to enunciate each syllable clearly in case Parker was following along. With that, they became part of the characters' adventure, and their unappetizing green eggs and ham. The writer of this book must have one interesting brain to have created such a strange tale. Kansas could not make sense of it, but that was part of the comedy, and precisely why he loved it.

Parker Sadira · 08-16-2010, 12:05 AM

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With her rear situated neatly in her father's lap, Parker was ready. Her father noticed and started reading. Golden orbs focused on the odd illustrations in the book, while her cinnamon hued ears listening to her father's every word. What a funny story this was. She could not imagine green eggs or ham, nor could she imagine that she would be any more eager to eat them than the character in the book. Meat wasn't supposed to be green, and neither were eggs. However, as the story went further, the young Sadira pup started to understand the moral of the story. Even if green eggs and ham didn't look tasty, that should not serve as a reason to totally not try the dish. After all, Sam probably put a lot of effort into getting that food. She knew Mama and Daddy had to work hard to get the food she and her siblings ate and Parker would never dream of not eating it. That was the moral of the story, to not knock anything until you had tried it.

Having come to this conclusion just prior to the ending, it frustrated Parker how the character with the hat was still refusing to eat after Sam had gone to such trouble. He had put mice inside houses, foxes in boxes and all sorts of things just to try and make the hat guy comfortable with eating and yet he still refused. How rude! If Mama or Daddy were in this story surely they would make this guy eat the green eggs and ham. He was just being bad! But wait, what was this? He was having a change of heart! Oh good, it was about time. As the story neared its end, Parker's little tail started wagging in expression of her excitement at the hat man's change of heart. In fact, she just knew the story was going to end well. Yes! It did! He ate the green eggs and ham and he liked it! He really liked it, and Sam was happy about it too. Everybody ended up happy! Parker knew that this was just a story, but she couldn't help but smile in complete happiness. That was a good story! It was funny and it meant something! Once her father finished and closed the book, Parker's golden orbs looked up at her father's face, to witness his reaction to the story.

Kansas Sadira · 08-19-2010, 02:20 PM

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sorry about the short crap. can we close this, mayhaps? this has been fun!

Kansas focussed on delivering the story the best he could, trying to use his voice for emphasis and interest. He remembered the anxiety that he had felt the first time he ever read aloud, to Gotham. His voice had sounded stupid to him. But afterward, when he saw that his son had no judgement but was rather enthralled by the story, he completely forgot his inhibitions. Now he enjoyed reading to his children, diving into that fantasy world alongside them.

The boy grinned down at his daughter after closing the book with a soft snap. Her fresh, cinnamon-dashed face was alight, watching him. That was a good story, huh? he asked, gently stroking her forehead. He hoped she had liked it as much as he did. Did you learn something? He did not expect her to explain, only smile or shake her head in indication. As long as she had enjoyed herself and taken something from the tale, Kansas was content.

Parker Sadira · 08-24-2010, 10:12 AM

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Yes, we can most certainly close this. Sorry for not getting to this reply sooner

Daddy smiled when he closed the book, his face telling Parker he too had enjoyed the story, long before he asked her about her opinion. When he did ask for her opinion, he stroked her forehead leading her to close her eyes and just enjoy his touch for a moment. Then, when that was done he asked another question. She would just answer them both at once. So, with her usual, happy smile on her face, the cinnamon toned pup nodded her head gently in the affirmative. The story had been wonderful, with a good moral buried in its whimsical words. Never knock it until you try it, a classic lesson for all children, both the human children who read the story ages ago or luperci pups listening to their father's read it to them. That was the thing with morals. They seemed to stand the test of time, not even locked in the pages of a children's book but existing in the world. They were the lessons taught to children to help them grow up into good, healthy adults. The fact that many of these morals were taught in story form, made them all the easier for parents to teach.

Green Eggs and Ham was done, and now all that was left was to spend time with her Daddy. Parker had been looking for someone to be with, and now that she was with him she did not want to leave. She loved her daddy, and she was going to spend whatever time was left in this stormy day with him, as a daughter should.

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