03-27-2011, 05:50 AM
*vibrates* ilu kiki
300+
Makhesthai was loping steadily throughout the clan's lands, he was trying to go everywhere so that he would know where places were. The scarred pup was very pleased with the progress he had maid for as well as getting to know his home he was building up his endurance and strength. Makhesthai was now looking more and more like a child of his age should in his weight and height, his horrible start in life had only hindered him physically so far and within the makings of him there was a chance for the once tiny pup to become a huge and well formed adult in time.
Angry voices however made him slow in his travels. He swung his one remaining ear around for the one that had been torn from his body had no outer part of which to collect and amplify sound. The little pup would always mourn the loss of his ear because it reduced his abilities as a hunter and therefore his usefulness to the clan that he loved so much. He moved closer to the angry noises and snarling and whimpered quietly as fighting sounds reached his ear, the scuffle of paws upon the dirt and movements of bodies through the air. He recognized both of the voices that were snarling angrily at each other.
He cowered close to the ground as the sounds of someone moving away from the fight and now coming towards him reached his ear but then unwilling to be seen shaking and scared like a useless baby he pulled himself up from the ground and stilled the shaking, the scent of whoever it was that came slowly closer to him drifted into his nose and he recognized it,
"Ma'am Talitha?" His question of her name was quiet and sad, she had been fighting with her father although not like his mother used to do to him
300+
Makhesthai was loping steadily throughout the clan's lands, he was trying to go everywhere so that he would know where places were. The scarred pup was very pleased with the progress he had maid for as well as getting to know his home he was building up his endurance and strength. Makhesthai was now looking more and more like a child of his age should in his weight and height, his horrible start in life had only hindered him physically so far and within the makings of him there was a chance for the once tiny pup to become a huge and well formed adult in time.
Angry voices however made him slow in his travels. He swung his one remaining ear around for the one that had been torn from his body had no outer part of which to collect and amplify sound. The little pup would always mourn the loss of his ear because it reduced his abilities as a hunter and therefore his usefulness to the clan that he loved so much. He moved closer to the angry noises and snarling and whimpered quietly as fighting sounds reached his ear, the scuffle of paws upon the dirt and movements of bodies through the air. He recognized both of the voices that were snarling angrily at each other.
He cowered close to the ground as the sounds of someone moving away from the fight and now coming towards him reached his ear but then unwilling to be seen shaking and scared like a useless baby he pulled himself up from the ground and stilled the shaking, the scent of whoever it was that came slowly closer to him drifted into his nose and he recognized it,
"Ma'am Talitha?" His question of her name was quiet and sad, she had been fighting with her father although not like his mother used to do to him