Butterfly Kisses

Odette Winters · 03-08-2011, 08:24 PM

* Character Name: Odette Winters
* Character Birthdate (including year): January 8th 2011
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
* Species: 50% Akita 50% Tundra Wolf
* Gender: Female
* A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): KKelsasaurus (AIM)
* How you found 'Souls: Herp a derp
* K, since this is a puppy I will still fill this out yes? Yes. C:

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wc: 500 :o so exact. xD

The world was bright. The snow was blinding to weak, dark eyes. The underside of a bed was where the small puff of white spent the majority of her time. Like a beaten dog she feared the outside world. It was loud out there, people were big, strange, scary. They spoke of her like she was an alien, a monster who needed to be put down. Odette felt like an ant compared to them, her tiny body easily crushed under just a foot from one of them big wolves. They walked on two feet like her mama, why.....why did they do that? Her feet were little, she had four of them all the time. Odette could not sit up pretty like her mama could. It was.... strange. Her marooned pink eyes would watch in awe. Her brother and sister didn't seem to notice it as much as she did. Odette saw, she watched like she would never see it again. This world confused her. It scared her beyond belief. The blanket was her haven. Nothing could hurt her there.

Her mama had been busy. Her scent wasn't as close as she liked it to be. The small pink nostrils flared from under the small piece of red fabric to try and find her blind. No, where was she? Where was mama? Odette's little white feet scraped at the floor to pull herself up. Her eyes were wide with a worry and curiosity she could not subside. She had to find her mother. Her voice let out a worried whine as she scanned around her. Her paws moved without thought. She had to find her. Pushing past familiar objects Odette blinded herself in the light of snow. It was new in the day, the sky blinding her. It was cold on her feet, pressure was barely an option under her pads. Her small curly tail dropped briefly as a scared whine emerged from her maw. "Mama?" Her weak voice called out in a bare whisper. There was no answer. The whine got louder, yet remained especially timid. "Mama! Where are you?" She could not smell her, she could not see her. Odette was alone. Alone was terrible. Alone was cold.

Alone was scary.

Being in the snow when she was little had damaged her nose. The bitter winds and demanding cold had bite at it, leaving it weak to smells. Odette did not know she could not smell very well, or why. She did not even know that she was adopted. To her, her brother and sister were just small. The difference did not computer with her little brain just yet. The curly tailed, white puppy was hidden from the world in the last month. She liked it that way.

Alaine Winters · 03-08-2011, 11:50 PM

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She had gradually been settling back into packlife, although it was incomparably different and more difficult now. The three children were not yet ostracized by the other puppies of that pack, but that was probably due to their young age. The Apothecary lived in an ever-present dread of the day when Elvira asked who her father was - It would always be Vira, for Eli was much too strange to think of such a concept requiring answers. Worse still, the woman feared for her little Odette, who had no father. She was Alaine's now, but had not been created by her womb, and thus would always be different.

She was special to the colliewoman. Perhaps that was because her own blood children were so young that their personalities were barely developed, and that unlike the snowy-hued female, they spent the majority of the time sleeping or whining to be fed. Odette, however, was her own individual; She had her flaws, as any other, but in the Apothecary's biased emerald eyes the little mauve-eyed girl was perfect.

However, this perfection had come with a worrying flaw, hidden deep within the child's subconscious. Alaine had become increasingly aware of it, and had begun to struggle with the manners it twisted her little girl about. This fear, this paranoid phobia of being without her mother drove Alaine to work erratically, often bringing the meek girl with her. This was not favourable, either, for Odette seemed to be afraid of almost everything beyond Alaine's room in the Chien Hotel.

As such, the woman had developed a pattern of getting work done when the young pup had her regular sleeps. This was often perilous, for Alaine did not know when Odette would awake to find her missing, and twice now she had found the girl floundering around in search for her.

Today was no exception. As the healer returned from the nearby forest, her satchel full of the inner strips of pine-bark, she experienced a sinking sensation that immediately formed into a fist of dread. Something was not right - One of her children was in trouble. Lifting her pace to a run, the woman shifted from her Optime form to her Lupus form midstride, barely slowing. The satchel was grasped firmly in her teeth, which was uncomfortable, but she could run far faster in this form.

Four paws pounded over the snow, up the cobblestone footpath, slipping beneath a missing rod in the creaky cast-iron fence and out into the front courtyard of the Hotel. And there, her red blanket still buffering the girl's little ivory body, was Odette - Calling for her in pathetic little mews. "Odette!" Alaine barked sharply, skidding in the snow near to the little girl, dropping the satchel and instantly prodding her all over with a wet pink nose. She did not seem at all injured, and once the collie had finished her quick inspection, she pulled the little girl into the warmth of her belly fluff with one ivory paw. "What on earth are you doing out here? Silly girl!" The chiding was issued in a rush of warm breath, although emerald eyes had closed in relief. Alaine allowed herself a moment, to let all the dark fears subside and lull her heartbeat back to its normal pace.

Odette Winters · 03-09-2011, 12:21 AM

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The room of the building her mother called the Chien Hotel was still exceptionally new to the pup. The painted hallways, stairs, doors and even the walls were from time to time completely obscure to her. On some days the place was as if she had been born right under the very roof that held these walls in place. Then there was the later of days. The white bundle of fluff would find this place to be a page right out of hell. Every room a maze, every wall moving right before her very own dark hued eyes. Odette was yet to get used to this strange building. Her dreams here held phantoms she could barely remember. She did not even know a name, a face, who those people were. Yet they haunted her in innocent dreams. Plaguing her subconscious like a weed. Some nights were awkwardly, others were a fury of terror. It was not uncommon for a body and soul to find Odette hidden under a piece of furniture with her blanket whimpering like a whelp. The pup was a sad, sad sight.

It was not even a thought to her simple little mind that she made her mother's life difficult. To Odette there was not much of a life outside of the room. Her brother and sister were here, she was here. What else did her mother need? For so long she had cradled the three of them against her, Odette never wanted that to end. However, where was her mama? Her mother was not here. Clad in her red cotton she looked left to right, right to left. No sight of cream and white anywhere. Odette whimpered as she dared to take another step towards that iron gate. One more step was taken before her body froze. White fluff on white powder caused her to near disappear. Odette did not like this vile blanket of cold. It bit at her skin, stung her nose and blinded her eyes. The thought of being cold as the white itself again taunted her. Never again did she want to be that cold.

Faint padding, kicking of terrain and clicking of nails along frozen cobble caught the attention of the puppy and her head jolted straight ahead of her with wide eyes. It was a rush of fur and Odette felt her tail perk up in the familiar scent of the colliewoman. Her mama was back. Her name had been barked and she flinched with a frown upon her angel white maw. Her paws were the instant apple of her eye. Her body felt a cold prodding and she let her back arch into the cold pink much like a feline may attempt. "Mama, I woke up and....and you were gone. I didn't....." Her words were pathetic high pitched whimpers at this point. "I didn't know where you were mama. What if you were lost? I was so scared." Her body had been moved into the thick fur of her mothers belly and she felt her blanket fall to the floor. Odette immediately pawed at it to bunch it closer to her tiny body.

The girl was not big, she had no knowledge of her dog heritage. To Odette she was exactly like her mother. They both had curly tails, they were the same. Alaine had been her mother since she could remember. That meant she was her mother. There was no 'but', there was no 'and'. It was as simple as fact to her petty brain.
Her head was brought up to nuzzle into the fur of the collie with a soft smile now on the miniature maw. She was safe now. Her mother was home and in fact not lost. Everything would be alright now. "It's cold out, why did you come outside? The snow isn't fun to run around in."

Alaine Winters · 03-09-2011, 04:53 AM

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The concept of adoption was as simple to the woman as it was to the girl. The second she had lain eyes on the small white form, shivering in the snow, Odette had belonged to her. A blood connection was not necessary - Alaine had known it in the deepest parts of herself, the parts she reserved only for those she truly loved. She had claimed the girl in the memory of the daughter she had lost, and now the child was her own, different only from the other two in age and sire.

The girl was whimpering, on the border of hysteria, but as Alaine snuggled her closer into the warmth of her own thick, silky fur, it seemed that Odette was slowly calming. Enough to form coherent sentences, which was a relatively new feat for the child anyway. Allowing the pup to snuggle up her blanky, Alaine took a series of deep breaths. The ivory pup had never actually left the Chien Hotel in search of her before, and this was an extremely concerning development. What if the next time she came home, her little angel had disappeared? The thought was far too painful to bear, especially with the memory of having found her so raw in the collie's mind.

She recalled, with perfect clarity, the way the girl's dainty body had begun to stiffen like the ice around her, and how the inside of her mouth had been a sickly blue color. How the chain had choked at her tender little throat, and how the cold had poisoned her nose and her ears with frostbite. It had taken many long hours of careful healing and uncertainty before Alaine had known that her third child would survive the night, and a good two weeks after to give her enough health to make the trip back down the cliffs.

A small white nuzzle pulled her attention from such unpleasant thoughts, and the Apothecary opened her sharp emerald eyes to peer down at the contented little face, returning the tender gesture with a big lick from pink tongue. "Oh, Odette... Ma beagán míorúilt..." She hugged the girl to her with one paw, shaking her head to the child's small pearl of wisdom. "What have I told you about leaving the Hotel, hmm? You will worry me senseless!" Ducking her elegant head, the collie managed to loop the leather strap of her satchel about her neck. "Grab your blanket," She said in a stern tone, before gently grabbing the girl's loose scruff in her maw. Lifting the small pup above the cold white snow, the Apothecary then crunched through the shallow white downfall and back into the hall, before turning into the main room.

She set Odette carefully on the worn timber floorboards and deposited her satchel, before making the smooth change back into Optime form. Odette had seen her make the transformation before, but had yet to ask the woman about her two-legged body. Alaine was a patient mother, and was sure that the questions would come when Odette was ready to hear the answers.

Kneeling before the cold, empty fireplace, she began to add in some of the chopped lumber, and started a small fire with the nearby flint.

Odette Winters · 03-09-2011, 05:37 AM

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Odette did not remember a day of her life before waking up in a cave with two tiny puppies smaller than herself and this golden colliewoman caring for her. There was no direct memories she could relate to any day before. There were phantoms on her mind, ghosts in her dreams she could not explain. Fears that were uncalled for in the eyes of the public. To Odette this was normal. There was nothing else to her but who she was today. The last thing she needed was someone coming in and telling her that she was wrong, that she was not normal. Odette may or may not believe it. Either way the words would sting like acid and work her mind to the core. The last thing the pup needed was a complex. The mind of the white child was already warped enough for her early life to last her a decent part of her childhood.

Everything was calming down now. The little pounding heart under white chest was slowing to a safe, steady beat now. The presence of her mother was enough to calm her. Smelling her and hearing her voice was enough to sooth her to sleep even in the snow. The long fur of her collie fell into her face, soothing... comforting.
Odette found no problem with her leaving the hotel at this very moment because she had found her mother outside. Now if she had not shown up so quickly the pup may have gone into a fit of hysteria and panic. The large dog stood over her like a protective wall of warmth and fur. Her words spoke to her in the language she did not understand yet. She could not remember what she meant. Odette was not proud of herself for this. Her words then caused her to cringe in apology. "...I'm sorry mama. I was looking for you....I.... I didn't mean to not listen. Please don't be mad." She did not want to worry her mother. Her tiny heart pained when she heard she had upset her ever gracious mother. It was not her goal to worry her at all. The dog hybrid grabbed the red blanket in her mouth on command and was expecting to simply walk with it. No, that was not the plan.

The scruff of her neck was tugged on and Odette felt her body go limp. Her legs dangled with no struggle and her loose skin stretched and bunched in every place atop her body. She said nothing. Odette would not object. She was carried inside and released upon the familiar floor to fall slightly off balance on her feet before taking a few steps back to her mother's stomach. Crouching under her for a silent moment the pup looked around. It was barely a minute before she slowly removed herself from her mother's underbelly. Crawling was near the word to use to describe her movements. Odette wanted to hide under her table again. She however would not. Her mother was home, she wanted to bask in her presence like she was god on earth.

Light claws clinked on wood as she sat her small rump to the floor to watch Alaine move wood from satchel to fireplace. Odette still did not fully understand why her mother did what she did. Those two legs, the different body and face.... it was still her mama, but why was she so different like this? Would Vira and Eli be able to do that too? Would she? "Brother and sister are sleeping still, aren't they mama?" She did not dare go check in fear of being scolded. Alaine had never been harsh to her. Odette still feared. A floppy white ear was flicked with a twitch of her head and she watched her mother in awe. "How... do you do that? Make... fire, fire right?"

Alaine Winters · 03-12-2011, 01:16 AM

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The girl was obedient, almost to a fault. Alaine had never seen her stand up for herself before - Not even to her younger sister, who had taken often to chewing on the ends of the girl's dainty white ears. The mother liked to think it was because of her daughter's naturally docile mannerisms, but in truth, she was relatively sure it was a lasting effect from her birth-mother. That, and the nervousness she constantly attributed to the child - an anxious fear of everything unknown, of everything changing. It worried Alaine greatly, the thought that her daughter may not be able to adapt. What would happen if, one day, Alaine was not there to protect her? What would happen to her darling Odette then?

She stifled such thoughts, focusing fully on the task of lighting the fire. It took a few goes, with the flint striking off stone and creating little sparks, until finally they caught on the dried wood and began to grow, dancing as little golden flames across the charred lumber. The small fire filled the room with gentle, warm light.

The girl's soft voice caught her mother's attention, and Alaine moved to sit cross-legged on the floor beside her. Floppy ears were attentive, but her emerald eyes remained on the dancing flames, deep in thought. "Yes, mo croi, they are. They will awake soon, but for now it will just be you and me, hmmm?" She smiled gently to the little one, gaze deviating from the now-crackling fire to pause lovingly on the little ivory child. My heart, my Odette. Her next question made the woman's brows rise slightly, a bemused expression crossing her exotic features.

"Fire, yes, although that is not what we call it," She paused, waiting to see if her daughter would recall, before continuing, "We call it bris. Repeat it after me, now, bris. Fire." She spoke in a firm tone, but not angrily - It was important that she teach the ways of the Macha tribe to her children, lest they die out completely. The ancient language had to be preserved. "I make the fire with the flint, and the spirit of the wood. When the stones make their spark of energy, it attaches to the wood-spirit, which then makes bris. Do you understand?"

Odette Winters · 03-12-2011, 01:53 AM

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Big Grin

<3 -loves on alaine-

Odette was unaware of so much around her. Despite being such a young puppy and her brain was still getting used to and absorbing information. Despite her age Odette was unaware that she was less attentive than other puppies. She did not know it wasn't normal to hide and to cry when alone at the rate she did. It didn't even occur to her that she may be different than the other puppies for even half an instant. It would not occur to Odette that she looked different from, was bigger and older than as well as thought differently than her siblings. When the day came that the realization hit the young mind. The entire universe would be turned upside down and thrown across the room to hit the wall and crack.

Odette sat with her rump on the cold floor. Maroon eyes watching her mother as if she were some sort of alien in her actions. She lit the fire, no, the bris, in such ease that Odette may believe she had the fire coming directly from her paws and not the sparks. The puppy listened to what her mother spoke, the words embedded in her little brain. "Brees?Bres?....Bris." The word took a moment to find the right pronunciation on her tiny tongue and her head would nod. "Why mama? Why does the wood sprite like the bris?" Her understanding may be off, but it seemed to make sense in her mind by the way she spoke without much hesitation to the colliewoman. The wolfdog's ivory fur illuminated in orange glow as she lulled into the warmth. Odette moved on little paws to climb into her mother's lap. Her body curling up in the gap and a small muzzle coming to rest on the collie's leg.

Odette liked the time she got with her mother while her siblings were asleep. The attention of the affectionate woman only on her for short times calmed the puppy. It even put her to sleep from time to time when she simply felt at a definite ease. However Odette was not ready to fall asleep yet. She had her nap already, her next would not be for a few hours.

Alaine Winters · 03-15-2011, 11:29 AM

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The little girl took a few attempts to pronounce the word correctly, but was soon successful, and Alaine crooned happily to hear the sounds of her ancient language, the language of Morrigan, come from such a sweet young voice. "Yes, that is it. Very good, Odette! Go maith!" Of all the pups, Odette was the most fluent in any speech, although that obviously had a lot more to do with age than skill. Elvira had only just begun stringing words together to form sentences, and Eli... Well, sometimes she doubted whether her son would ever speak.

The question caught her off-guard, and Alaine mulled over her answer for a few moments, waiting until the little ivory angel had crawled into her lap before speaking. Beneath her accented words, the fire crackled warmly, and soft gold danced over the faces of mother and daughter. "Well, love," She began softly, emerald eyes gazing beyond the rotting wood of the Chien Hotel to another time and place, when her mother had taught her the same beliefs she would attempt to teach to her children, "It is because our goddess, Dea, gave all spirits magic. When the spirits of the wood and the stone-bark combine, they show some of that magic - It is the bris. Can you see the magic, Odette? It dances in the fire. The fire is a sacred thing, because Dea created the magic in it." Soft, lyrical voice was wistful, and in her mind, Alaine was remembering the way her people had celebrated the bris - they had danced around it, and they had thanked Dea for the love and the magic she had given them.

Odette Winters · 03-15-2011, 07:59 PM

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Oh why thank you

Odette was very proud that her mother was showing signs of approval in her efforts to try and remember, let alone get it remotely right, in everything that involved this strange language to her. Her mother said that it was very important to her and very old, but anything beyond that didn't yet stick to the young mind of the ivory child. "Thank you, Mama." Her thoughts wandered to whether or not her brother and sister would be better at this than she was. Were other puppies more keen on learning than she was? The thought caused her to subconsciously whimper and let her maw sink further into the thigh fur of the golden collie.

Odette was watching the fire as her mother hesitated for an answer. Odette didn't even realize the answer took any time at all. Eyes entranced by dancing flames and a warm glow caused time to magically cease. When words finally did grace the air Odette's head rose to face the woman with awe smothering her face. Her mother spoke of magic, magic in the fire and in the wood... this thought simply blew the child's mind back and forth ten times. Her jaw fell open slightly and her tiny voice let out a whispering 'wow. "Magic? Is there magic in..... all things, Mama?" Was it in the snow, the grass sleeping under it? Was it in the water and the wind? Odette suddenly felt so light, airy as if she had been picked up by the very wind itself.

Her head settled back into her mothers lap as her body craned out into a stretch. Tiny limbs reaching for every wall as she let out a tiny yawn. Her body flipped and flopped until her back was towards the ground and her maroon eyes lay on her mother. Suddenly her eyes were playful, bright and glowing with a childish energy. She wanted to play, to run and giggle to her heart's content. Her brother was not awake, neither was Vira...but Elvira was mean, she bit hard on her fluffy limbs. Vira wasn't fun to play with...not at all.

Alaine Winters · 03-20-2011, 01:52 AM

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The little girl seemed absolutely transfixed by the idea of spirit-magic, but to Alaine, it was life. It was knowing - It was everything around her that Dea and her kin had created. But to Odette, the concept was new and fresh. The Apothecary delighted in seeing the way her daughter's eyes shone at the thought of it. "In all things," She nodded her affirmation, gentle smile growing about pixie maw as her emerald eyes flickered with gold lights from the dancing flames, "In the air, the earth. In the mice and the snake, in the bird on wing. In the whisper of the wind," She lifted one hand to poke gently at the little puppy, "In you and in me."

Odette was full of energy, wriggling as she shifted around in the woman's lap. Alaine's heart swelled with pride at the sight of her. She had been blessed by the goddess, and her spirit was that of the daughter that the healer had lost in child-birth. Alaine was sure of that. Morrigan had praised her fidelity to the old ways, and now she had three children, three. Such a strong and powerful number. Ivory fingers rose to tickle the snowy-hued girl's soft round belly.

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