ładna dziewczyna

Io Berlin · 02-18-2011, 05:42 PM

[html]

There is no order. Io is on the coast thinking. Play it as if they've never met. Hover for translations Smile

Io shook her head as the small ball of grey, white and black fur wiggled about in the sling that was tied around her. Why did it have to be one of the boys that lived... She again glanced down to her son, 'Hej Sarajewie'. The small pup stirred, moving closer to his mothers body. Io, one hand snaked around the sling, the other reaching into the sling and comforting the pup, sighed, looking out to sea. 'Co dalej?'.

The waves rolled and licked the sand before rolling back out.

There was a sudden noise and the parti-coloured femme whirred round and grabbed the knife strapped to her calves. 'Who is there!' her accented voice rang throughout the beach. The male at the chest crawled closer but Io kept her gaze to the horizon.

She wasn't stupid. Young maybe. But as a parent you become ever so protective, even if you have little to fear. Her gazed found her son again for a second before returning to the hunt.

The breeze danced while the silence lingered. Grey eyes searched the horizon, white hands brushed the platinum grey locks away and pink nose twitched in vain, the wind was not blowing in her favour. Curse the Gods! she thought, getting anxious. She gripped her knifes harder.

Her weapons weren't anything special, but they would do enough damage for the pair to escape.

This was one of the few times the Polish girl wished Iven was around. The idiot just had to get himself killed.

#00+

[/html]

Iola · 02-18-2011, 06:03 PM

[html]Iola wasn't used to leaving the others like that. Atalanta and Orion were on their small camp by the side of that huge structure humans called "castles". Her and Atalanta had been talking for a while, and more and more she felt the need to forget about her family. Yes, they sure would be devastated by her going missing, but the more she though about it, the wronger it felt to leave it just at it. Yet, it was right what she had to do. Leave it all behind. Let go.

Being so lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice all the noise she was making while she walked in the night, and stepping into a specially noisy branch didn't help much. The sound echoed in the rocky beads, and a startled voice called out not far.

Thin legs directed her towards the voice, one of her hands taking off the bow from her back and an arrow from the holster, instinctively placing the arrow so it was ready to fly through the sound night sky. Her padpaws sensed the rocks turning into pebbles, and then into sand, and soon her eyes met the shape of the woman.

Her scent was all over, and it indicated a perfectly pure dog heritage. A feeling of admiration struck her, since hounds were one of Artemis' sacred animals. She held a knife, but the Greek woman was the one with the bow and could shoot the wooden bullet right in her chest without the unknown dog even getting up. However, she just couldn't force her to do so, even if it meant losing her life.

Even less she scented the child cuddled to her body. The sandy tan woman lowered her weapon slowly. It was just the typical maternal protectiveness. "Please, relax, mitéra. I won't hurt ye or yer son, even if I wanted te." She said, replacing the bow on her back. A baby was innocent and pure in the femme's mind, so killing one without a good reason was simply a crime. Unless the reason was to get rid of any physical or mental disorders that might spread to the next generations. And from his smell, he carried none.
[/html]

Io Berlin · 02-18-2011, 06:35 PM

[html]

Smile

The collie slipped her knifes in the leather thigh holsters and allowed her erect ears flop down. I am sorry' she said, swaggering closer. The boy child wiggled again, obviously tired of his roost and wanting his mothers arms. She shook her head as she lifted him from the sling. Resting in the crook of her arm, Sarajevo pawed a lock of her platinum grey hair.

'Io Berlin' she said as she stood facing the sandy female. 'This runt is Sarajevo' she mused, using a long white digit to caress his mottled ear.

The small thing was healthy, cute and strong. All the things a mother could want. But he had balls. Literally. He was a male, which made him a disappointment to the collie girl.

He looked more collie, which, she supposed was a plus. His father was a wolf. Of what paticular kind was unknown, but he was grey. As far as most could tell, the small mottled pup was pure collie. Either way, it didn't matter. It was canine.

#00+

[/html]

Atalanta · 02-18-2011, 06:42 PM

[html]

She was restless. Her older friend, one Iola ridiculoussurname, had abandoned her and the man who had come with them to run off into the midmorning mist. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. The hound woman made her way after the fast fading scent of the wolf, cream fur clinging to her muscles like clothing that she almost never wore. Her hair was kept from her line of sight, worn in a thick twist of braids and dreaded strands at the back of her skull. The ends spilled over her shoulders in elegant disarray. All light colors. She was like a cloud of short fur, drifting across the land in search for the darker counterpart she had travelled with.

Finally, she found her, but she wasn't alone. Some sort of colliedog fae stood near the older femme. As Atalanta approached, she wrinkled her nose out of vague curiosity. "Did you find a friend, Iola." The words didn't hold much in the way of emotions, save a faint lacing of affection used for the wolf woman. Her brown gaze remained on the strangers.

[/html]

Iola · 02-18-2011, 06:44 PM

The strange dog female relaxed her stance and took the pup on her arms, introducing herself and the youngster. Obviously, the child's name were new into the sailor's ears, though the woman's first wasn't. Io. A nymph, daughter of Inachus, lover of Zeus, priestess of Hera. She had a sad story, but the female looked much happier than the one from the myth.

"Iola." She said, introducing Io with her own name, noticing the fonatic ressemblence only then. "Nice to meet ye."

The archer noticed how lonely and desserted the other looked, all alone in a beach, with nothing to protect her child but her knife and her own body. "Me and me friends are not far frem here. Would ye mind joinning us?" The girl asked, hazel eyes warm and welcoming to the fellow maiden.

However, a wel known voice came from behind her, and the girl glanced over he shoulder, already knowing who she was about to see. Atalanta. The younger warrior didn't look happy with her sneaking out their camp, which the Athenan was expecting from the Cretan. "Worry not, Atalanta. She's nay threat." The older one spoke, a calming motion to the hound before turning to the other. "This es Atalanta, one of me voyage partners. Atalanta, this es Io Berlin, and her child, Saravejo." She spoke with her troubled accent and spelling. "And yes, he's ah male, try not te harm the boy, yah?" She asked, raising a mahogany brow over the fellow woman.

Kallisto · 02-18-2011, 07:16 PM

Kallisto breathed deeply and serenely as she slowly paddled through the sun warmed waters. The weight of the pups growing inside of her pressed heavily against her stomach and her mind. It would not be long now before they would enter this world. Their method of conception was not important to her; she was like her mother in that respect, so filled with love for the newness of young lives that she would try to gain them by whatever means necessary.

She swam for a bit longer, a love of the water as she was before returning to the land. She had seen a small gathering of females near the shore and was keen to investigate. Climbing out of the water she shook off her black and tan fur and collected her beloved traveling pack from behind a rock. She moved with a fluid grace towards the gathering she had seen, slowing as she got closer before stopping all together as her apprehension kicked in but the weight of her slightly swollen belly pushed her onwards, she could not care for pups exposed out in the open, for who would watch them while she hunted?

She brightened considerably when she saw that one of the femmes held a wriggling babe within her arms. She stopped again a few feet from the females. Her nervousness pushing her ears against her head despite the fact that she was most certainly older than all of these women.

"You haf a beeeoootiful son, missus. Mah name eees Kallisto, ah haf come from veeeery far awah. She looked at the females with hope in her eyes, perhaps they would let her stay with them, she had always loved spending time with her younger siblings

Io Berlin · 02-19-2011, 03:50 AM

[html]

occgoodnessss

The dog girl stood silent as two new faces appeared. She wasn't in the habit of hanging around in large crowds, but luckily these were all females and Io would not have to be harassed like she usually did if males were present.

'Yes, I need somewhere' she said at the prospect of joining the females. She had not been in a pack for months, ever since she'd left the ruins of the city.

She simply nodded, 'Would have been better if he was female'. Dubai and Atlantis had been pretty girls. She did not favour Warsaw at all, he was too wolfish, to sturdily built and square. His appearance was also a lie, he turned out to be nowhere near as strong as he seemed. ’I used to have two females and another male too...’ she said heaving a sigh.

Staring back at Sarajevo, she found his navy turquoise eyes staring up at her. Being only just over two weeks old, his vocabulary was limited to a rumbling sound close enough to 'Mum' for Io to know she was needed. The pup tried to stretch up, but was pushed back down by a white hand. 'You've been fed!' the collie dog asserted firmly, gaining a light whimper from the boy. She rolled her eyes at her son's dependency and unsettling him from the crook of her arm, she placed him down on the warm sand.

He stumbled forward a few steps before falling down on his stomach. Looking up at the females surrounding him, he wiggled backwards towards his mothers feet. He took to chewing her ankle charm, a piece of braded leather, with fourteen charms, one for each of the Olympians, each charm being their sign. The other two were a single rose and a cows head, For Persephone and her namesake, respectively.

Stop it!' she said moving her leg so that the pup once again met with the sand. ‘Don’t you bloody understand how much this cost me?' The fourteen charms were pure silver. She knew that thanks to her pack family being very diverse and hailing from all over the place.

A Russian dog had taught her how to tell gemstones and metals were genuine. He was descended from a line of dogs that had been owned by the Mafiya, a particular branch prolific in business revolving around high value crap.

She had had the last straw with her white locks and pulled a length of ribbon from her wrist. The silver materiel was quickly fastened around the centre of her bundle of locks and tied off, securing her unruly mane. It wasn't tangled, but when one has thigh length hair, it becomes hard to manage. In the leather satchel she had left on the rocks, she had a number of leather bands, which, for a hunt or other activity needing her hair out of the way, she would place in intervals down her locks.

The pup at her feet once again had moved away, choosing to sit at Kallisto's feet and whining his 'Mmmmm' sound again. Io rolled her eyes in irritation and murmured.'I'm sorry' to the femme. She wasn't a bad mother. It was just; she had little patience with children.

#539

[/html]

Kallisto · 02-19-2011, 09:52 AM

ooc: mild powerplay agreed by Rose :3

Kallisto watched as the pup complained to be fed and moved herself a little closer to the female,

"Well ov course ee wud af been better as a femme. But live ees not alwahs seemples as ve wud like eet to bee. She gestured with her hands while she spoke, her mothers teachings ringing loudly in her ears,

"Vhere ah come vrom, the feemales are higher ranking than ze males, eet ees the way ov things. Althugh I haf seen places where thees ees not true." She frowned at this, "Bah! eef a femme canno stand up for herselv against ze males zen eeet ees her own fault ivv she falls."

She watched fondly as the pup was placed down on the floor and stumbled, she loved any gender of pups and if they behaved to their positions then she loved the males even as they grew into adulthood. Females were loved automatically no matter what age. She winced for the pup as he mouthed his mother's obviously valuable anklet, pups aspired to mouth everything and anything, most of her fondest memories were of being mouthed and attacked by her brothers and sisters.

She smiled as the pup came to sit at her feet,

"Do not apologise for ze child" She said to Io "The young will do what zey do and they will go where they pleeze when it pleezes them until zey learn to follow their leaders. May I?" She gestures down to the pup and smiles when Io nods. She leans down to the young male, her braided mane swinging behind her. She put her index and ring finger upon his head and says to him,

"You will grow up to bee a strong male, and you will protect ze pack from danger." She smiled at Sara and stroked his fur.

Iola · 02-19-2011, 10:23 AM

She watched slowly as the scene rolled in front of her eyes, a tender smile on her face. Somehow, that pup remined her of her younger brother, Apóllon, when he as that age. He was, of course, much different physically, but in the child's actions, such as his stumbling walk, wish to bite things and the like... An image crossed her mind, of when she found the young pup chewing on her bow... The weapon still had his bitemarks on the strong wood. She giggled lightly at the memory. The little brat never changed.

"Well then, erryone. Shell we go? It es not far frem hier." She said, motioning to her back, where Atalanta stood. The sandy woman began to kleave, and stopped on the side of the creamy hound. "Ye said we needed to settle. Maibe this ceuld be a good stert?" She whispered on the younger Greek then returned to her way, silver compass whipping back and forth lightly as she walked.

"Let'es hope Orion den't freak out." She mumbled to herself. For one thing, the two females h trusted were gone. He must be out of his mind already. And we they return, they bring two other women with them. The poor soul...

Atalanta · 02-19-2011, 11:22 AM

[html]

She stayed quiet, listening to the words of the different women around her. Her eyes sat on the young boy. In her youth, she had only ever been exposed to one male, a brother who had been whisked away to live with her sire in a nearby colony shortly after he started to take interest in the sisters he was kept away from. They were strange, strange concepts that she didn't find necessary. The one male she had so far accepted, mute Orion, was the exception and not the rule.

The first dog-woman apologized for the child, and Atalanta scoffed. "If you have it, you shouldn't treat it so poorly." They weren't angry words, or even disapproving words, but the phrase was firm and accusitory. Mistakes were made, and it was the duty of the one who created them to deal with them appropriately. The Greek hound crossed her arms, resting one hand against her chin. "I don't like boys. He can stay, but I don't want to see him coddled when there are better things to be doing." Her eyes shifted to the other woman, one who seemed to like the puppy just oh, so much.

Iola's decision to head home was welcomed by the younger female, though she smiled at the way the words rolled out of the wolf's mouth. "It's 'shall', Iola. Well then, everyone, SHALL we go," she whispered to her friend, trying to correct a rather interesting way of speaking.

[/html]

Io Berlin · 02-19-2011, 11:59 AM

[html]

Order- Kali, Iola, Atty, Io.

Io nodded, she didn't challenge Atalanta. But he spoke up when she mentioned Sara,'Sarajevo will only be given attention when he does well'. She was the boys mother and she would not change her ways, luckily her attention rations seemed close enough for Atalanta.

She took a step forward, finally feeling a little more confident in her position. Sh reached over and stroked the back of her boys ear, who was staring at Kallisto like he'd never seen anyone but his mother before. It was a rare bit of attention that he got every so often. He hadn't biten, nor yelped and made noise, therefore he was rewarded.

'There were three others, a boy and two girls' she added. It was no use to anybody, but it was spoken anyhow.

She sniggered, 'Better things he could be doing?' She raised an eyebrow at the alpha, Gods, he's only three weeks. I doubt right now he'd be of any use'. It wasn't said mockily, it was said with a smile. She was happy with these women, feeling safe and happy was all she wanted.

She smiled and giggled with the others as Sara's new friend was corrected on her speech. She didn't care about what she had left in Warsaw. These were her sisters now.

#000

[/html]

Login




Remember me Lost Password?