Daddy, let's dance!

Erzulie Guffawri · 09-16-2011, 12:09 AM

ooc: Wheee! First 'Zulie post!
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Erzulie was hard at work. Scritch. Scratch. Her paw drew a line in the dirt, but no matter how careful the four-month old was she could never manage to get it quite right. Over and over again she scribbled across the line, packed down the dirt, and tried again. Each time, she was just as unhappy as the first.

“It isn't working,” she moaned, finally growing so frustrated with her 'artwork' that she gave up. It was unlike the little pup to give up on anything, but this had to be just right and she didn't have the means to make it so. If only she had hands... Having hands like Mommy would make things so much easier. Being able to manipulate stuff like Daddy would be extraordinary. Defeated, the pup turned in a circle before flopping down onto her belly and dropping her head onto her paws. Her brows twitched and shifted as she glanced around, staring into her surroundings with her sunburst eyes, but never moving her head. It was the perfect pout. Too bad no one was around.

She knew this wasn't going to do her any good, either, without anyone around to see. Or was there? A dog barked, or at least she swore she heard it, and Erzulie lifted her dust smeared face to glance around. Ears pert and alert, eyes staring down the vast open Thornbury road, she waited in silence, even held her breath... and there it was again.

Burnt orange eyes widened in surprise and the girl leaped to her paws. She darted forward, wisps of dust left in her wake, but after only a few steps, she slid to a stop. Her nose twitched as she tried to find the scent, but nothing was there. Confused, Erzulie cocked her head and whined, but she knew she heard it. Her ears were little satellites trying to catch the faint echo one more time, but seconds stretched into minutes, and soon it was all she could stand. She dropped her head and sauntered back to her failed drawing – but when she got there, she couldn't believe her eyes.

“Wow!” She gaped, jaw dropping in disbelief. There, exactly where she had been, was a sketch of the pattern she'd been trying to make.

“Hey! Who's out there?” She asked as she looked around wildly - trying to catch sight of the gifted artist who had surprised her with such a treat - but there was no one to be found. The confusion screwed up her features again, but this time she was far more pacified with the results. Diligently, she stepped up to the dirt patch she'd blocked off with twigs for her drawing and began tracing over the stranger's markings.

It was beautiful and she wanted to teach her clumsy paws to draw it. So she traced... traced... learning the patterns and shapes, knowing that someone would be happy with her for learning from their art - even if she didn't know who had drawn it, even though she didn't know who had sketched the lines so quickly and then vanished without a trace... even if she didn't know that no one else could see it...

Bangle Guffawri · 09-18-2011, 01:47 PM

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I'M SO EXCITE. Also, if morning is not the right setting then let me know.

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When the male opened his eyes, he had realized something was wrong. He awoke beside the red headed female in silence, sitting up with bat-like ears at attention. No sounds came from the house except the occasional shifting of Skye, and her small, quiet son snuggled against her. In realization, Bangle practically leaped out of bed and into the main room, to search for their rambunctious daughter. For far too many mornings the craftsman woke up to Erzulie playing with her brother, but that morning the sun crept over the mountains they did not find the coywolves at play.

"'Zulie?" He asked aloud within the house, and heard nothing but steady breathing, saw nothing but the dust drifting in the room where sunlight beamed through the windows. Without garb or jewelry, the merchant paced the house and searched for the girl, in the obvious places that she hid when in the house. When met with more silence, Bangle's heart began to pound louder in his ears, and his searches became more frantic to the point where he was sure he would wake his mate and son. "'Zul!" He uttered in a hushed whisper, a bit more aggressive now. "We're not playin' this game today, where are ya?" Bangle attempted to keep his voice lowered by speaking through his teeth, but he was far too impatient. Crossing back into the room, he quickly put on his moss colored waist fold and leather belt, grabbing his silver bangles as he slipped out the front door.

The search did not take long, as he found his daughter close by their home, drawing in the dirt. His frantic expression soon melted away, as the coywolf watched the girl from around the corner of the house, with plentiful shade to hide him. From this distance, Bangle watched as Erzulie drew, and then looked visibly frustrated at her work surrounding by twigs. He hadn't noticed how much she had grown, her and her brother both, and knew that soon enough they'd be able to explore more when they viewed the world on two legs.

Ears flicked as he heard the sound of barking in the distance, and watched with a calm grin as his daughter moved away from her drawing to investigate the sound. With her back turned, Bangle took a couple steps away from the shadow of the house to creep towards her, in an attempt to scare her. But in that minute, her slightest movement made him tip-toe back in the corner swiftly, pressing his back against the wood, afraid that she had spotted him. But she hadn't, however, and from her lips she gasped in surprise at something. Bangle bit his tongue when he heard her call out, but the craftsman did not detach himself from the side of the house until he heard the scratching in the dirt once more.

She was hard at work at something she made in the ground, and Bangle emerged into the open, slowly walking up to her until he blocked out her sun, looming over his daughter. "Whatcha got there, 'Zulie?" He inquired, grinning down at her, before taking a good peek at the drawing in the dirt. Orange eyes widened slightly, noticing the intricacy in which the veve was drawn. "Did.. did you do that?" The curious tone was mixed with slight incredulity, even though they were the only two present in the area.

Image courtesy of Dan Zen@Flickr; table template by the Mentors!

Erzulie Guffawri · 10-03-2011, 03:27 PM

ooc: So sorry for how long this took. I've definately still got my Zulie muse though!!
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The pup continued to work, blissfully unaware that she was being watched by anyone. Over the imaginary line she drew a new groove, poked a couple dots into the ground, made the crook shape that looked like a walking stick, and drew something that could be leaves or fish – it was hard to tell. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected the drawing for discrepancies and errors, but her labors seemed to be paying off as the intricate symbol took shape in the real world thanks to her paw. She was still looking at it carefully when a great blob of shadow blocked her sunlight.

Surprised, she lifted her head from her seated position and looked at the trespasser upside-down. A look flashed in her deep eyes that seemed to show disappointment, “Oh, Daddy, it’s only you.” Some greeting to give to dear old dad first thing in the morning, and she didn’t mean to offend, but she had thought it might have been someone more… mystical… creeping up on her again.

Then the proper excitement for her audience began to sink in, and she righted her head and stood up, her white tail whipping to and fro and her head bobbed as she looked from her father to the veve. “I didn’t really do it, I just copied it. Someone else did it first.” She saw the amazement in her father’s eyes, and felt a little saddened. She wanted to be able to tell him that this was all her doing but she knew better than to lie. And to lie about something like this drawing… well if she was a little older she’d think it felt unholy.

“Will you help me make it my own?” she asked with a bark, her once slowing tail now paddling furiously once again. “I want some pretty stones to put here,” she indicated the dots, “And a real walking stick would be better. Well, not a real one, one that fits on the picture. It’s for someone…” she glanced around conspiratorially, then motioned with her head for her daddy to come closer and whispered, “special.”

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