The Hero's Heart
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OOC Any of Robin's family who lives in the Aatte residence are welcome in this thread. Smile This takes place at the Aatte home. 500+


The creak of a settling house echoed through the room and brought little chocolate tipped ears to attention. Every animated limb right down to the whip-like tail froze as the pup's ocean-blue eyes flicked toward the sound. Her perch wobbled beneath her with the sudden tensing of her muscles, but she managed to keep from swaying too far and toppling to the ground. A year passed in puppy-time, though it was only a few seconds in real life, and the girl soon decided that no one was coming down the hallway, so she returned to her task.


Even this small movement made the child almost wobble off balance again, and this time she reached out with her forepaws and anchored herself on the bookshelf. It was dusty up here, but it would take a lot more than some dust to frighten off this little girl. Beneath her hindquarters was a makeshift staircase. At the base were any household items that the girl could reach and manage to stack fairly successfully; atop those and now supporting her five feet in the air were books pilfered from the shelf that she now used as support. The construction had taken her all morning, but she would have rather executed this crafty plan than wake any of her slumbering family.


Glancing over her shoulder, Robin's eyes cast downward for a moment. The floor really was an awfully long ways away now, but she was up this far and might as well carry on. After all, she'd only thought about stacking the books so she could get up, she hadn't put any thought into how to get down, and there was no way she could turn herself around and climb down this rocking, swaying makeshift staircase.


Shrugging this off, she turned back to the books and perused the top shelf. There was one in particular that she wanted to read... Okay, well, not read. More like look at the pictures. She knew it had green binding and gold letters, but was not quite sure which book it was. A sniff test didn't help much more than her eyes did either, so she resorted to her last option. Tiny, pointy white teeth latched onto a book on the shelf, wrestled it from it's spot, and then nosed it open. When she saw only words, Robin snorted and moved on to the next book. It was not long until there were too many books laying open on the shelf for her to grab the next one, but she tried anyway. As she snatched the next book and prodded it with her muzzle, another volume clattered to the floor.


The pup yelped in surprise and nearly jumped out of her skin. The books beneath her began rocking, but no matter how she tried to stable herself her butt kept slipping away. In a last ditch effort to keep from falling, she lunged forward just as the mass of piled books joined the first on the floor. Robin, shocked as a cat, found herself trapped on the top shelf. She panted as her heart thrummed violently in her chest, glanced down at the sizable mess on the floor, and then looked at the hallway and awaited certain discovery.


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uncle to the rescue!

Alder was a dedicated wolf, and his life reflected his responsible nature. A schedule had been written along the walls of his mind and he knew very well what he would be doing each day the sun rose. The horses always came first, up bright and early to clear and clean, then to practice and groom. Then he would hunt, practicing again shifting from one form to another and then stalking and chasing. Then he would sit and watch, let birds pass and try to sing to them as they sung to him. Low speech had become a passion of the boy’s and he practiced listening as just he practiced everything else.

But no one could go without a day of rest and so once every seven that passed the boy allowed himself to sleep beyond the call of the noisy robin in the wee hours of the morning. His masked face was burred in the blankets of his small bed, small sleeping sounds coming from his nose and he dreamt of Lumière and her foal, a great black and white stallion and of Rem. He spoke to them and they talked back as if they knew the high speech and he was content in the happy dreams.

There was a thump, but it did not wake him, only played a small role in the happenings of his dream. Then another, a crash that had not place and woke the male from his slumber and cause his head to rise and eyes to blink the sleep away. Alder took to his dark foot paws, lazily walking through the hall to find the noise. Perhaps it had been simply part of his dream, he figured as he scratched an itch away on his head and yawned. Looking at the common room of the house he found nothing but books on the floor. But books did not fall themselves and he followed the trail up the shelves and found his niece perched on the very highest.

Startled from his daze Alder rushed over to the bookshelf. Come down now Robin His shaky voice spoke with long arms out and extended wide. His eyes were just as out and wide, the frown on his face made more of worry then anger.

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It did not take long for someone in the family to react, and though the others probably stirred in their respective rooms, Uncle Alder was the first form to take shape as he wearily plodded down the hall and came upon the mess. Robin's surprise turned into a sheepish grin as she watched her uncle's blue eyes follow the pile of books to the shelf and came to rest on the sight of her crouched unsteadily upon the top shelf. She studied his face. Was he mad? He was frowning, but sometimes when the grown ups frowned and she asked 'What's wrong?' they would say 'nothing,' so she really was not sure.


Well, either way, she wasn't about to let this adventure go to waste. As his outstretched hands reached for her, the squirmy little pup tried to slip away. There was really nowhere to run, though, and her uncle soon had hold of her. Her wriggling did not make it any easier for him to get her down, but she was small enough so her wormy weight wasn't too much to bear.


“Waaaaait!” She cried as her paws left the bookshelf, her tail lashing around to hit her uncle in the face (purely by accident) as she twisted her front half to hang on to the bookshelf. She dragged another book off with her, but canine paws were not very good at gripping smooth surfaces and soon her forepaws slid off of the shelf, too. In a final effort, she threw her weight forward and grabbed the shelf with her tiny, sharp little teeth. Now clinging to the shelf with her jaws and dangling between the shelf and her uncle's hands, she turned her eyes the best she could to look at him and said, in a very muffled voice, “I di'int ge' ny ook et.”

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Stern daddy face rawr

The Seneschal had risen early, as was his habit, but he had not gone directly to the stables. With his children growing and becoming ever more mischievous the father stuck close to home until Princess was awake and able to look after them. Haven had taken his sword and walked a few feet away from the porch of the little seaside house to practice his swings and stances. Aside from patrolling the lands, keeping himself trained and in shape was his top priority when it came to his duties towards the pack. Even if Cour des Miracles was a peaceful place, one could never say when things might change and he needed to be prepared in case trouble ever came to their home.


Clad only in his jeans the Knight spread his feet wide and held the broadsword with both hands evenly above his head and held the pose for some moments before switching to a different position. Balance was integral. One needed to be able to keep their footing in combat else it could easily spell demise. The Aatte had come perilously close to such an end when he had found the white stranger and he had been working on his balance ever since.


His white ear twitched as he thought he heard some thud from inside the house, but paid it no mind. Surely it was just someone fiddling around. But when that was soon followed by a much large crash his concentration broke as he looked intently back towards the house. Haven stabbed Vowkeeper into the ground before he jogged back to the house and opened the front door in a flurry. The sight that met his eyes was nothing short of comical, but the look that painted his face was stern as a frown turned down the corners of his lips and brows knit together. "Robin, let go of the bookshelf." Fatherly tone brooked no argument and his jade eyes trained upon her baby blues.

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lolllll

The boy had never known such fragility before the pups had been born. The Prince and Princesses were the most important aspect of the house hold, and the most precious beings in his life. Alder did not wish to know the world without them, nor the consequences of one becoming hurt in his presence. He held onto the little wolfess as she clung to the case. His heart beat rapidly, maw parted as he began to sweat with fear. The boy was a fine babysitter, but in times of unruliness or stubbornness he went as limp as a wash cloth and had now true idea of how to handle them. Even for a small creature such as this his first instinct was to roll over.

But there was a voice, deep and familiar and most of all comforting for Alder. His head turned to meet the father, ease filling him like a pitcher would pour water into a glass. He held on, supporting yet not pulling on Robin's fragile puppy teeth. " I will get you the book Robin." He assured her. Haven's tone had told him that the situation was under control, yet he heard the stern correction and understood if the pup was upset and cried and turned to hide. Just as he would have if his mother had ever yelled at him.

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Just as the situation seemed hopeless, the one thing that could loosen the death-clamp Robin's jaws had on the bookshelf walked through the door: Daddy. In all fairness, Mommy probably could have done it too, but this was certainly the quickest solution for this Daddy's girl. Haven wouldn't have even had to say anything and she would have let go, the moment his voice rang into the room her teeth parted from the shelf and the girl was loose, now just held up by her Uncle's hands.


As soon as she was free of the shelf she threw her weight towards Alder, trying to force him to cradle her instead of put her down; innocent little princess. She craned her neck and peered over her should at Haven, smiling a floppy-tongued smile at her daddy.


“It was Uncle Alder's idea, Daddy.” She said with a giggle in her voice. It was obvious by the look on her face that the girl was joking and not really trying to pass off the lie. Then, to Alder, “Will you get me, The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood?”


She pawed and nipped at her Uncle's face before her head lolled back again to look at her father, and she grinned. “Is mommy rich? Will you take me to Sherwood Forest?”

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Thankfully he had provided everything that needed to be done to set the whole situation back to rights. Robin was a good girl, she was just determined and likely knew that her uncle was not good at enforcing the rules when she was being difficult. Alder was wonderful with the pups, but he was even more of a pushover than the father himself. As soon as his daughter's jaws released their hold on the bookshelf she threw herself into the close embrace of the masked relative. Then she shot him that signature Robin look and Haven couldn't help but let all the sternness fall from his visage to be replaced with grin. As she laughingly blamed the expedition on her uncle the Knight just laughed and shook his head. "Oh yes, certainly," he returned just as jokingly. They all knew Alder would avoid such a notion as one would the plague.


Haven walked over closer to the pair, jade eyes briefly surveying the pile of books strewn haphazardly all over the floor. "You made quite the mess, my little bird." Once she was older, if she made such a spectacle she would be expected to pick it up. Of course at the moment she was not equip for such a punishment. Since Alder had his hands full, the Aatte reached up and plucked the desired book from the shelf. "Is Mommy rich? Well, that depends, for there is more than one way to be rich. We're rich in love because we have each other, and you and your siblings dear one," he said poking her nose lightly with a finger. "As for Sherwood Forest, the best way to get there is in the pages of this book that you were so intent upon." There might have been a real Sherwood Forest too, but the one she really wanted lay in the words of the story.

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sorry for the wait!

Robin pushed herself again him when she let go of the shelf. The male knew little of how to hold a pup, at least one that was squirming as much as Robin was. Alder's hands moved to grip the puppy, his face set in a frown as he prayed that she would fall from his chest's height. And that was a long way down. At her accusation the male shook his head with blue eyes on his brother. It wasn't him, or course Haven would believe the pleading look that he gave.

His brother shook off the notion, and the tree named boy felt a small wave of relief pass over him. And his large hands had finally figured out hos to keep the young wolf from falling to the floor. Now that she was stable, Alder felt far more at ease and stood before Haven with the small weight of his daughter in his arms. The Uncle listened too, taking in the lesson and knowing it's truth. There were many ways of being rich, though Alder did not worry about riches as much as he did the happiness of those he loved.

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