Reading Sensation
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WC: 393 OOC: Sorry bout that little wait, and we can figure something to do Big Grin

Amata had been settling in nicely again, she’d found her own room, now that she was an adult and she had younger siblings, she thought it would be best, but she was determined to stay close to her family from now on. She didn’t have many possessions, only what she’d left here before leaving on her expedition to learn what she needed to learn. So she just cleaned up the room before being satisfied that it was perfect. She would easily find something here or there that she would collect over the days, but for now she found herself downstairs on the first floor. She had found a book that intrigued her, so sitting in a chair near the fire she started reading. It was an old human book, and the words had faded in some spots, but it was a fiction, and it was rather interesting as she spent all morning reading it… she wanted to know what came next, what happened after, what would the humans do in that situation they got themselves into… then she’d thought of what she would do. Upon Thinking of such a thing she understood… Humans were not wild animals of any sort, many of them couldn’t defend themselves, not as well as even the weakest luperci… no wonder these poor animals were extinct…

She was immersed in the pages until her light source started dying down. She groaned, not wanting to put the book down but without that needed light, though the sun shone through the thick curtains, she liked the light of the fire much better than the inward sun, so putting the book down, she went to the fireplace after grabbing a few logs, prodding around the ashes she moved the logs inside, to get the fire started again, it took a little bit for the fire to see and start to eat at the wood in the fireplace, and soon the room was alight with the blaze of a very nice, very warm fire.

Ah much better!

She said to herself, rubbing her paws together, letting the warmth wash over her cream colored body. Though fire was so destructive, she couldn’t help but think of it as a life source, something that brought warmth around, and kept them from freezing. She got back up and sat in her chair continuing the book.

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This is my first Enzo thread <3


Lorenzo had slept later than his siblings, who were far more adventurous than he was in the mornings. The large pup appreciated sleeping more than his siblings, it seemed. However, once he had rested enough he would be up like a shot, ready to play fight with his sister or try to win a race around the room with his brother. He loved his siblings very much, but he was very jealous when his parents paid them particular attention. He did not feel that he did not get enough attention and he knew that his parents loved him, but he liked to feel interesting and engaged.


With neither his father nor his mother in immediate sight, Enzo put his too big paws upon the floor, tumbling from the bed. Straightening his stick like legs, the boy wobbled, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and decided to head to the common area of Haven Manor. He was really proud of his home and thought that it was so cool that it was so big! He did not spend a lot of time outside because he did not like the snow a lot and preferred the warmth of the manor. It did not really bother him to stay inside; Haven Manor was so immense that it was like a maze to him, plus he could find most of the members of Crimson Dreams wandering in and out, so he never was alone for long.


”’Mata!” he yipped in excitement, scrambling over his oversized paws when he caught sight of his cousin. With his tail waving madly behind him like a broken propeller, he launched himself into his cousin’s lap. He wiggled his way into her arms and nudged at the book in her hands with his nose. ”Was you doing?” the tan and brown boy asked, his bi-colored eyes looming over the cover of the book as he tried to see what she was doing.


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WC:339 OOC: so cuuute love the puppies!!

Amata had been so into reading that when her name was called out she gave a frightened bark, and slightly jumped, but seeing that it was Lorenzo she calmed herself and gave the puppy a great big smile when he jumped onto her lap with his pudgy oversized feet. She’d met him just after coming back from her long … training session. He was her aunt Ghita’s, she had to remind herself. She knew Ghita had a litter once before, they’d kind of grown up together, though Amata remembered little about them, as she’d always been out exploring Crimson dreams alone. So it was strange to think that Ghita had another litter, but all the more it made Amata happy. It seemed she gained her mother’s love for children.

Lorenzo, it’s not nice to jump up and scare people.

She said, but her tone was laughing and she was smiling, he was a cute puppy and she adored him, and to spend time with one was a dream come true, especially since all she’d been through alone. Looking at the book and the boy who was staring asking her what she was doing she giggled. She pointed to the letters on the book.

I am reading, you see these? The are called words, and the words, they tell a story.

She said. She doubted that “lord of the flies” was a book she should be even considering reading to a pup. She was sure there were more pup friendly books around. She was sure there were childrens books around somewhere, though they had pictures full of humans in them, but it was better than nothing, but she did not get up, as the pup was still on her lap.

What brings you in here? Wheres your mom and dad? They outside?

She asked, she wasn’t worried about the puppy in here. The only thing to worry about was the mischief they caused. She knew all too well what trouble puppies could be… after all she use to be one.

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<3



Lorenzo wiggled and squirmed a little bit in her lap. The pup was large; he had inherited his father’s giant gene, and with it his extraordinary size. Even at his young age, he was still able to compare himself to his much smaller sister Fia. It was clear to him that she took after their mother more than their father. However, Lorenzo did not think to closely about it, because his brother, Tony, was also quite large. It did not dawn on him that his size happened to be a family trait; right now he just thought that boys were much, much bigger than girls. It did not dawn on him to think of a more regular sized male wolf like his Zio Ehno was someone with a different build than himself; after all, any adult, especially in their Optime form, seemed to loom above him. And it made perfect sense that his invincibly strong father would be larger than anyone else. ”Is not know where Mama or Daddy are today,” the boy said, regarding his parents.

He peered over the pages that she indicated, wrinkling his nose as he considered it intensely. He did not want his cousin to think that he did not take her seriously. On the contrary, Amata was one of his favorite wolves within the pack. Not that he knew anyone outside of the pack to begin with. ”They’s look like ants,” the boy with bi-colored eyes concluded after a moment of silence. He knew the concept of a “word” because he used them in order to communicate with his speech. But it had never dawned on the Knight boy that words could be recorded and preserved in ways that had absolutely nothing to do with speaking. ”The ants move on diff’rent papers when you’s done reading them?” Lorenzo asked, certain that his clever cousin must have trained the little bugs to sit still and move around as she needed them to.

”How’s you teach ants the words?” he asked. His bi-colored eyes were filled with curiosity. She would have had to teach them the words to the story in advance before they could march all along her book. Lorenzo had his doubts about the dumb little bugs, but if anyone could teach them to execute such a feat, it would be Amata. Perhaps his mother and father even knew how to train the little things! ”’s you think we teach the ants ‘n they go up Tony’s nose?!” Lorenzo asked suddenly, his eyes bright and his tail wagging. ”Ants tickles Tony!” If Lorenzo had an army of ants at his disposal, he realized that he could tickle anyone he wanted to. ”Zio Ehno too!”

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WC:317 OOC: Shaw fails!!

Amata sat still as the pup tried to get comfortable, being patient as he did so. He had hurt her in a few spots but nothing too damaging, and he was only a puppy who didn’t really know his size, so she was quiet until he settled. She smiled down at her young cousin,

Well I’ll keep you company then, how is that?

She asked, she had no favorites when it came to the puppies, they were all special in their own little ways, and she loved each of them dearly, it was always a pleasure to get to spend time with them, especially individually. She couldn’t help but give another giggle at the puppies comments, if she did look at it differently he was right, they did look like ants. The antics didn’t stop there, he kept speaking and she couldn’t help but let the giggles out more. It was so cute the way puppies thought, and to think she was a puppy once too.

If we use our imaginations anything can happen. These are not really ants though, they are inked in, see?

She touched the page, to show him that nothing would move from the page.

These symbols tell a story, and to tell a story you need the alphabet, you know the alphabet yet?

She was quite sure that Lorenzo was learning to say the least, Ghita would teach him if anything. Though she didn’t know how much she did teach her own puppies, her mother had been there from the beginning teaching her two languages, how to read, hunt, and any basic survival tactics she could to her children. She was sure Ghita was doing the same.

Though it would be funny to see the ants tickling everyone, especially you.

And with that she suddenly started tickling the sides of the puppy with her free hand, giggling herself as she did so.

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<3



Lorenzo let out a squeal of delight and surprise as his cousin launched into her own version of a tickle attack. The tan and brown pup squirmed in her lap, peals of laughter erupting from his maw as he tried to wiggle away from her seeking fingers. He wiggled so much that he caused the book that she had been reading to tumble to the floor. Suddenly he stopped, his bi-colored eyes wide as he looked from the fallen tome to his cousin. Its pages were askew upon the floor. He wondered if he had broken it, and he experienced a slight moment of curiosity and panic. He had never really spent much times near books before and had never really touched one. Cautiously, he leapt from his cousin’s lap, and his paws hit the floor with a dull thud as he hit the floor heavily. He bent his neck to regard the fallen book.

He nudged the thing with his nose, his eyes wide as it shifted from his exploratory touch. With more caution, he tipped it so that it closed properly, one of its covers lying on the floor. The pages were neatly stacked one upon the other. To make certain that he had not broken it beyond repair, the Knight boy nudged it once more. Gaining confidence, he lifted one of his paws and gave it an experimental poke. Nodding his approval, he regarded his cousin. ”It’s fixed, Amata!” he said sheepishly. He lowered his muzzle to nudge it toward his cousin with his nose. He would have taken it into his jaws, but he did not think she would appreciate his teeth marks or saliva on the pages. He had learned before not to pick certain things up with his mouth, and longed for the day when he would gain his bipedal shape. He knew that he had been born a luperci, but that he would almost be an adult before he gained the ability to shift. Whenever that would be.

”I wanna imagine we live in the sky,” Lorenzo decided as he waited for an invitation back into his cousin’s lap. He had not exactly apologized to his cousin, but he had righted the wrong he had created. He was still sheepish as he regarded his cousin, waiting for a cue that she had forgiven him. Amata was always patient with him and he knew that she would not be too mad with him for too long. Besides, it had been an accident. ”You imagine with me?” he asked, eager for her approval of his plan and her participation.

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WC:305 OOC: I gotta post with her some more XD

In all his squirming of body, the little boy hit her book, making it go flying, she looked with surprise, but didn’t care so mauch as the boy made it out to seem. He seemed to feel really bad that he had knockedthe book out of her hand, and soon was on the floor investigating if the book was alright or not. She watched, quietly admiring the innocence of the puppy. If only she were that innocent, maybe the world would be a better place for her again, but she couldn’t help but give a big smile as he nudged the book her way. She picked it up and put it on the arm of the chair doubtless it would fall again, but a book was nearly indestructible in the most part, though this one really was rather old, and pages were flimsy

Oh you want to pretend we are in the sky? The whole house or just us?

She asked, leaning back so the puppy could jump back up. She was just so happy to be around puppies and family again, she didn’t even think of his accident as something punishable, she doubted if she did, it would have been the stupidest punishment ever.

I think I can imagine, what else is going on? Do we have wings or are we in something else that can fly?

She doubted that the puppy had explored the airplane crash site that had taught her about how humans could fly in huge metal things, it was a scary thought, and she’d never want to go up in one, but she only thought of it because Lorenzo said they were flying and her mind automatically went to the plane rather than the birds, it seemed that the more they changed, the stranger the ideas in their own heads became.

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