[M] You are the moon that breaks the night

Io Berlin · 03-02-2011, 03:33 PM

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Io strolled lazily in front of her son, who was struggling with her ingredients. Bless him Io thought as she stopped, Sarajevo nearly missing her as he stumbled. 'Stop acting like a fool boy!' the collie woman snapped, glaring over he shoulder. 'Sorry mother' Sarajevo muttered, his glass blue eyes turning to the floor and his brown falling in shame. Io nodded slowly and turned back to what she had stopped for, she had been gazing at her pocket watch.

Ahh, Mama Io thought with a soft exhale. Her mother so disgusted by her daughters promiscuity and her hybrid son, she had cast out her eldest. Her Papa didn't care much either. She had been his favourite, but then again Paulo Berlin couldn't argue with his mates cold blue eyes. The same blue eyes in fact, that Sarajevo had.

'Mother?' Sarajevo piped up solemnly. Io raised an eyebrow before turning to her boy, 'Yes?' Io had no idea why her son decided to speak. Her son dropped his load slowly, wincing at every sound it made as if it was effecting him physically. The blue merle collie boy stepped over the load he has released a second ago and gingerly stepped forward, ears low, stopping beside his mother. 'Is that Gramama's watch?' he asked, his head tipping sideways and his ears lifting slightly. Io turned her head, unsmiling to him and nodded, 'Was that your question?' Sarajevo shook his head and was about to speak before the vibrant red femme cut him off. 'Yes it is' she said frowning, she put it into her bag and turned back to her son. She nodded and so Sarajevo continued. 'Do you mind me liking boys?' Io's eyes widened. Her son had recently told her that he was gay, and while she didn't mind, she was surprised. 'No' she said, unable to look him in the eye, due to sheer uncomfort about the subject. She didn't understand finding love with someone of you own gender, but the again Io was a promiscuous bitch, nothing but a man easter. 'No' she repeated, shaking her head and turning back with an understanding (and secretly loving smile), 'I don't mind'.

The pair sat in silence for a minute or so before Io sighed and said to Sarajevo, 'Set up my cooking things, now'. The grey and black male dived back to the pile of cooking utensils and begain carefully setting up a fire, and laying the pots and ingredients around it.

This is the life Io mused as beautiful clangs came from behind her.

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Iola · 03-02-2011, 04:27 PM

Well, should I assume that Nymfes Fengari have been stablished? btw, OMGL, sara is gay? God, how cute >DD PS: hover for translaton ^.~

Too much work. Way too much. Atalanta's idea of settleling down a pack in these lands didn't sounjd bad back then, but now that they had and the both women had so much to do. Too much. Way too much.

She knew she couldn't allow herself to waist time, but her brain was almost boiling up inside her brain. If she doesn't take a time out, she would have to live up her life as a vegetable or something, since her brain would have turned into a gooey soup or something.

There she was, walking around their freshly claimed lands when the sound of clangs and clings came not far from where the sandy female stood. Iokheira, her Kestrel, squawked from above, showing her the direction.

Not 2 minutes later, she arrived at Io's place. Low voices came from inside, and the mixed wolf realized the female and her son were talking. Not willing to eavesdrop on them, she clapped her hands lazily. In her city, it was their way of knocking at someone's door. [html]"Kápoios spíti?"[/html] She spoke softly so that they would know it was her. Iok cried lowly as well, landing on the tree Iola stood close to.

Io Berlin · 03-03-2011, 01:47 PM

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Io sighed. No, Iven hadn't been any use either. As much as the collie girl had loved him, in the end he had got himself killed and proved men were useless. In fact the only males that survived were Sara and Ibycus. They were now in charge for caring for Io herself and Kali. Kallisto was her sister, maybe not in blood but in spirit. Kali had been the one who helped Io care for Sara as a pup, Iven wasn't much use, he was a slave and his only use was work.

'Mother?' Sarajevo chimed, from his tone of voice, Io could tell a question was on it's way. Io turned her head around to give the boy her full attention and nodded. His white maw prised itself open but was interupted. Io's hair flew as her head turned to the door, 'Come in?' Her accented voice rang through the walls of the building, making Sarajevo's head flicked up anxiously. If Io knew that voice it was Iola. But as for her business here, she had no idea why the second alphess had visted her. Io stood up and self consiously pulled a white hand through her lenghty locks and gave a swift stare to her son, who knowingly slide off the greek style chaise lounge. Io knew Sara should not be allowed on the comfty furniture, but her boy worked hard and deserved a bit of love.

Catching sight of herself in the ajacent mirror Io frowned. She was terrible thin. Io ran a hand down her side and shook her head, before opening to door to Iola.

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Iola · 03-03-2011, 04:18 PM

The voice of the Polish woman came from inside, allowing her in. Iola swung open the door slowly, hazel eyes meeting the red and white collie and her young son. As usual, he was taking care of things inside their quarters, which weren't that much of a surprise. Orion have otten used to serve her and Atalanta, as well as the rest of the Maiden Council. It was how things worked: males took care of the house while the women took care of the rest.

[html]"Kali̱méra!"[/html] The Greek second-in-command greeted them both, though not looking straight at Sarajevo. "Have ye both settled dewn yet?" The mixed wolfess started, just trying to make some small talk.

Not having a reason to do things annoyed her, since she couldn't have a foretell of what might come next. In the contrary, everything just seemed like a weird blur. "Would ye walk with me, [html]adelfí̱[/html]?" The other invited, hoping to return to her strolling. They could just chit-chat, or maybe talk about some of the things still left for everyone to do inside the pack. Not that she wanted to, since it was exactly what she was trying not to think about right now, but in that moment, the sandy archer could use someone to talk with.

Io Berlin · 03-03-2011, 04:36 PM

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Io, however much she was proud of her body, her greatest asset, always felt as if there was something to improve. This perfection seeking quest had turned her into little more than a twig. Io's silver eyes
scanned round to her son who looked up and then back down again. 'Yes' Io said with a light nod. He hands found her thin body and her arms crossed over her chest, with males and other females she flaunted, but in the company of the alphesses, she was very aloof about herself.

Io stepped outside and shut the door behind her. She was quite as usual, but decided speaking would be a good way to hide her discomfort. 'Yes' Io repeated to Iola's next query. 'How have you been?' The pair had not moved from the porch yet and suddenly the door moved open a jar. Io's head shot round in fright and defensivness. It was only Sarajevo however. 'Can I come?' It was a solemnly spoken sentence and was replied by means of a small nod from his mother. The trio started walking. How are you?' Io asked her second alphess meekly.

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