Valse de la Lune

Pixie Frost · 04-03-2011, 02:55 PM

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Word Count: 306. And yes, this is how Pixie reacts to children’s books. Don’t judge her <__<

There wasn’t much for the young wolfess to do today other than practice her reading skills. She hadn’t been reading a lot outside of her lessons with Skye, so after a short hunting trip, she went inside the manor and into the living room, where she picked out a random book from one of the shelves. It was a fairly simply written book, but the story confused her to no end. It was a little bear who had a strange obsession with honey, and was so fat that he managed to get himself stuck in the front door of his neighbor’s house. The neighbor happened to be a rabbit, and his home was a burrow. The bear also had several other friends, including a piglet (which the bear never ate, surprisingly), a tiger who somehow managed to get around by bouncing on his tail, and a donkey whose tail could be taken off and pinned on again, yet causing no injury whatsoever. The book had drugs written all over it.

Pixie looked up from the mind warping story for a moment to take a look outside; she was seated near the window and had a good view of the world outside the manor. The sun was peaking out from behind the clouds, but she doubted it would still be visible tomorrow. She looked out at the front lawn of the manor, the white fence surrounding it, and, beyond that, the great expanse of the territory. She couldn’t help but recall when she met Denali wandering nearby, and when they had taken a ride around the manor. It had been snowing that day, but it was still fun to teach Denali how to ride a horse, something that she hadn’t been able to share with anyone else before. The blue-gray girl sighed; she would miss that kid.

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Fia Marino-Knight · 04-04-2011, 11:37 AM

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this is brilliant. xD <3

The fair-furred pup had been quite subdued for the last few days - she had heard about Denali's death, and was shocked that it had come to him by the hands of one of the members of Crimson Dreams. The adventurous girl had always thought of Crimson Dreams as her home, as a safe haven where no one got hurt and nothing bad happened. Of course, there had been the snowstorm, but that was a cause of nature, not one of the pack members! Fia couldn't believe it. It had made a big impact on the girl, and while she had been trusting and happy before, she still was now - but slightly less, due to the tragedy that had come to Crimson Dreams.

The lupus girl was playing in the slight bits of snow left outside of the manor - the snow started to melt now that spring was there, and she had never seen anything like it. Her entire life, the world had been the same color as her fur - white. Snow had fallen and piled up, and her thick coat could take it; she loved to play hide and seek in the fluffy white substance, because no one could ever find her there, unless someone saw her black-tipped ears or toes. Now, all her beloved snow was melting, and to replace it was mushy brown stuff. It was like snow, but dirtier and yuckier - Fia liked to roll in it, but afterward, she was all sticky and slimy, so today she just stuck to the snow.

The girl looked up at the manor and saw, through the window of the mansion, someone from Crimson Dreams reading a book. She had seen her around before, but didn't know her name - all misgivings forgotten in the heat o the moment, the Crimson Dreams girl giggled and looked through the window, wondering when the other person would notice.

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Pixie Frost · 04-07-2011, 11:41 PM

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Word Count: 376

Pixie had returned to reading the book when she caught a bit of white fur outside the window. Looking up, she smiled back and waved at the giggling pup. She recognized her as Fia, one of Jazper and Ghita’s children. But she doubted Fia would remember her; the last time they had really crossed paths, her eyes hadn’t even been open. Since then, Pixie had practically gotten into a fight—albeit verbally, not physically—with the girl’s father, and had yelled at her brother after he pulled a prank on her that awoke her hatred of snow. Maybe Fia was easier to get along with.

She got up from the chair, leaving the book there, and walked outside, grabbing her red coat from the hanger before she opened the door. “Hey there, Fia,” she called to the young girl as she descended the front porch steps and stopping at the bottom, preferring to stay on the muddy grass as opposed to the snow. She stood on one foot at a time, jumping from one to another on the cold ground. “I don’t think you remember me—the name’s Pixie Frost. I haven’t seen you much since you were a puny little thing.” Quickly the blue-furred fae counted the months since the pups’ birth in her head. It had been the end of October…that was more than five months ago. Another month, give or take some time, and they could begin shifting. Of course, there was no way to predict exactly when that would happen. Pixie herself had been lucky; she had first woken up in her Optime form on the exact day she turned six months. It would be another few weeks before her littermates were able to shift.

“Here, you wanna come inside?” she asked, gesturing towards the front door. She’d rather they not stay outside for a long time, if they were just going to stand in front of the manor chatting, instead of riding or hunting, at the very least, finding a nice place to sit and play guitar or read. She might have been able to stand in the cold if there was alcohol involved, but she knew it wasn’t a smart idea to share a bottle of whiskey with a puppy.

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