They came by night

Gideon Stormbringer · 09-09-2010, 03:46 PM

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Set in early morning :3

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The bag seemed to get heavier and heavier as he walked. Gideon had never really wished to shift, figuring that it would happen in its own time, but now he almost wished that he could do it. It'd make carrying the bag a whole lot easier. The pups were still squirming and yelping inside the sack and he occasionally stopped to prod them with his nose and make sure that they were okay. When he poked them they stopped squeaking, seeming to enjoy his touch. This made him very happy; maybe he had a way with puppies, who knew. One thing was for sure, though. Whoever had left the pups in the fire weren't getting them back! These were his puppies now.

Dawn broke over Dahlia as he reached the house, putting the bag down carefully to open up the front door. He then pulled it inside, the door slamming behind him, making him wince at the loud sound. He could now see that there was something written on the bag, symbols. What did they mean? Were they words? He couldn't make any sense of them if they were. He recognized only one letter from his encounter with bits of the human language; an S.

He reached the main living area and jumped up onto the couch, putting the bag down beside him. He wanted to free them from the bag and be sure that they were warm enough; it was a rather chilly night and he hadn't had arms to hold them close to him and keep them warm. The two chocolate-and-cream pups squirmed as he picked them gently up by their scruffs, sliding out of his sword's strap and placing them up against his side. He wasn't their mother and couldn't do much more for them other than keeping them warm, but that would be his duty for now.

They did feel a bit chilly to him as they snuggled up against his fur, and he curled around them instinctively. Once they were warm he would worry about what to do with them and what to feed them. He was exhausted and felt himself dozing off as the pups warmed up, eyes closing.

Bris Stormbringer · 09-14-2010, 09:35 AM

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Dis might be a little jumbley, I'm running on about 3 hours' sleep right now. DX Also, I can't remember what's written on the bag. <.<WC: 432

The slamming door hadn't woken her. It had been a restless night for the woman anyway, yet another night spent tossing on her comfortable mattress, fighting a phantom in her dreams to try and get some rest. The nightmares had eased some with Conor's help, but they still plagued her a few days out of the week. Even as she quietly paced the floor in her bedroom, Hybrid's whisper permeated the silence. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Come back kitty, kitty, kitty. Kitty, where did you go?" Even in her relentless imagination, the memory of his voice sent chills down her spine. Bris was getting better in dealing with the stalker, but even with Conor's help, she knew it would take time for the fear to fade.

The white woman had only just settled herself back down on her mattress when she'd heard the slamming door. Surprisingly, the sound didn't alarm her, despite the lingering feeling of fear courtesy of Hybrid's phantom. At least one of the residents of the large Victorian had still been out when Bris had decided to turn in for the night, and she was fairly certain that anyone trying to sneak in wouldn't have let the door announce their pressence. However, Bris found it peculiar that anyone in the house would make so much noise in the peaceful hours before dawn, and before she knew it she was headed down the stairs to investigate.

The sight that met her in the common room was unexpected, to say the very least. Bris stood in the wide doorway for a moment, eyebrow raised in confusion, blinking as she took in the scene. Gideon's clumsy half-grown form was curled up on the couch, which wasn't unusual in and of itself. What was strange was the pile of squirming brown and cream fur snuggled up against him. As Gideon's aunt approached, her head tilted in curiosity, she kept her footsteps quiet. Stopping beside the couch, she could finally make out that the furry mass attached to her nephew was made up of puppies, two of them to be exact. They were barely out of birthing, little squirming worms of matted fur, tightly shut eyes and curled ears.

As Bris tried to form the words to wake her nephew, she suddenly noticed one more very important detail. The smell of wood-fire clung to the pups' forms stubbornly, the distinct smell permeating her nephew's fur as well. Not wanting to scare the boy awake, Bris eased herself onto the couch next to him, laying a warm hand on his shoulder. "Giddy, what's going on?"

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Gideon Stormbringer · 09-17-2010, 04:00 PM

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He came out of his dozing at the sound of a soft voice nearby. He recognized the voice and stretched his legs out for a moment, yawning. He'd only been asleep for a few minutes, but it felt like ages had passed since he had closed his eyes. Still tired, he frowned at the form of his aunt. "Go away...I wanna sleeeeep" The young adult said, closing his eyes again.

A nudge against his side made the memories of the night return to him, and his eyes snapped back open. His mouth stumbled over his words as he tried to speak, still fighting off tiredness. The pups were a little warmer now and squirmed about, presumably looking for milk. "These are my puppies! I found them...they were in a fire!" He said.

Gideon sat up slowly, mindful of the pups. "A wolf was there...and they threw them into the fire. I heard them crying and I got them out" He said, explaining more. Hopefully Bris wouldn't think that he had done anything bad, or that bringing these pups into the packlands was a bad thing. He didn't know if it was allowed...if Conor would be alright with this. "They were in that bag." He pointed with his nose.

Bris Stormbringer · 09-30-2010, 11:33 AM

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*grins!!* Sorry for the delay!WC: 519

Her nephew's first mumbled response brought a smile to the woman's face, despite her obvious confusion at the situation. Immediately after, one of the tiny little fluffballs squirmed against her nephew's side, jolting him back to reality. His gentleness with the newborns warmed his aunt's heart, but her smile faded once more to a look of concern as Gideon's explanation left his lips. What the heck was he talking about? What fire, and where?

Bris' bicolored eyes were focused intently on the charcoal Stormbringer pup as he went on. At first they were full of worry, but that deepened into a soulfelt anger as Gideon mentioned actually seeing someone toss the pups into the fire. The very idea railed against all of Bris' instincts, and had she not remember that her nephew was probably confused and looking for justification, the growl Bris felt building in her chest would have made it past her lips. However, given the circumstances, she doused her inner rage to a smoldering ember. She could draw it back out easily enough when Gideon wasn't around.

The younger Stormbringer visibly shrank as he spoke, obviously unsure whether he did the right thing or not. Her anger for the moment placed in the recesses of her mind, Bris gave her nephew an approving smile. She lifted a hand to rub his head fondly as she tried to reassure him. "I'm really proud of you Giddy. You did a very brave thing, rescuing these two. They would have died without you. What about you, are you hurt at all?" The scent of fire lingered more on the pups than it did on the black boy, but it was there nonetheless. He'd probably only suffered a few singed spots like Bris had when fighting the housefires a few months back, but she needed to be sure anyway.

At Gideon's mention of a bag, Bris turned to take a look at it. It was singed, clearly having been touched by fire, but the words written on it were still legible. "Melee Soul, Range Soul." The white woman raised a brow at the words, figuring that they were probably the pups' names. But their last name...whose were they? They had to be related to Conor somehow, but how? Had he unknowingly fathered pups with someone? The thought sent a surprising rush of jealously through Bris veins, and she took a deep breath to think more clearly. Even if he had sired these two, so what? It wasn't like they were mated or anything, Conor was free to do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted, just as Bris was. Unfortunately, this thought didn't make her feel any better. It also didn't change the fact that, whoever the parents of these tiny little pups were, they were now under the care of Dahlia. Bris let out a small chuckle as she realized what she'd have to do. It seemed highly ironic to her that nearly every Stormbringer female who made a home in the lands of Souls ended up rearing the litter of another before every bearing children of their own.

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Gideon Stormbringer · 10-11-2010, 08:25 PM

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ooc:

She didn't seem like she was really mad at him about it, and he sat up a little more. He had done the right thing, hadn't he? It had been outside of Dahlia de Mai, yes, but he had felt that it would be right to bring them into the packlands with him. "I'm not hurt" He said, yawning again. He was just really, really tired. Gideon had been coming back when he'd found them, and had only gotten a few minutes of sleep in between when he'd come in and when Bris had come down.

"Melee and Range?" He said curiously. "And Soul? Is that their names? Melee sounds kind of girly..I didn't look to see if they were girls or boys or what" He admitted.

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