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ooc here (###)


Seventeen days.Seventeen days since the pups were born. And now they were outside, eyes open, playing outside the main door. Io supposed that anyone else would have only let them play indoors until it got warmer. But that was easily avoided, as both had thick collie type coats, albeit without the length, so Io had no problems with letting them out. Niether had tryed to escape yet, Jandro was busy nosing a stone around and Dymtr had occupied himself with drawing in the dirt that appeared between patches of grass. The brown pup moved forward, the separate shades of brown now evident, an almost replica of Leon. In his tiny teeth sat the stone. From his throat came a tiny growl. Jandro dropped the rock before her with an expectant grin on his face. The russet saddled woman nosed the rock towards herself. 'Pretty...' she purred, 'We will show that to your father when he gets home, yes?' The pup seemed to respond positively to this.


Dymtr stayed silent and still through hi's mother's words and Io couldn't help but feel off put by it. It was if he knew. Either way she'd suppose she'd have to inform Shurui some time. 'Dymtr' she called, 'Come here'. The shadowed pup moved forward and Io now saw that the white patch on his chest was evident. She pulled him closer, 'Shall we go find something to show father too?' He nodded slowly. Io would have to show him Shurui soon.


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hope it's okay if i join in!

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Octa had been cooped up in the caves for about three days in a row, taking care of his tiny cave full of frogs. As he’d wandered around, the plump white furred pup began stealing small things from around his home. Three candles were lifted from different places and taken back to his little room, then a long length of dark blue cloth and a big piece of deer skin. Without really realizing it, he was making the tiny hole in the wall into a home for himself. A little bed was made from the cloth and skin, and the candles were his version of decorating. By the time it was done he was so pleased…but there needed to be more!

It was time to go outside and search for more things to include to his own personal space, the place where his mother couldn’t find him and his brothers ignored. Scampering down the long dark corridors, he quickly came upon one of the entrances to the cave system and made his way out. The sun was bright and it took a few minutes for his red eyes to adjust properly. When he could finally see where he was going, the young boy began wandering around with his nose to the ground. Tracking things had become a new favorite game lately. Being able catch and follow a scent until he find whatever it belonged to was rather exciting.

Target acquired. He caught the scent of…Io, and her new pups. Mama had told him about the new babies when they were born, and he’d been meaning to go and meet them. Yipping loudly, he kicked up into a trot and followed the smell until he could hear a female voice and the sounds of soft whimpering or talking. The pups were still young, so it must be them making the cute noises. ”Miss Io? Can I come meet the babies?” Octavius had stopped about fifteen feet away and was watching the woman cautiously, hoping she recognized him.


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ooc text.

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The boy arrive quickly, Octavius, Io found as she rose her head, bringing her eyes to the snowy pelt. 'Octavius...' she purred, 'How have you been?' With any other person she wouldn't have cared, but this boy was part of Anathema's future as her own boys were, and in this instance she did cared about his wellbeing. When he asked about meeting the boys, she nodded and Dymtr began approaching the larger, older boy. Unlike Jandro, who stayed near Io watching on curiously, the white starred pup didn't seem fazed by the newcomer. He'd hadn't met many people outside of his family, and still some of his family escaped him. His uncle who once walked these lands want an insignificant role in Dymtr's life, though the most important being he had not faced was his true sire. Not that he reguarded Leon as anything less, nor Jandro anything less than a brother.


He let out a bark, a more coyote kind however, as he approached his pack mate. 'This is Dymtr' Io noted softly, rising to her feet and stepping forward to meet Octavius. Jandro followed hesitantly, and when his mother paused and sat again, he made his rest behind her forelegs, peeping out at the snowy boy and his dark brother. The russet and white woman nosed him carefully, muttering 'And this is Jandro' mispronoucing the word as always, though she knew how it should sound.


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herpderp

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Octavius nodded his head slightly at Io before picking up his paws and moving closer once again. By the time they both sat down, there was only a mere foot or so separating the young male from the woman. He stretched out on his stomach to get closer to the smaller pup, leaning closer and taking a deep breath. This little one, Dymtr, reminded him of himself with his curiosity, and the other pup reminded him of Severus. Sev was always the cautious one, hiding behind something and so hesitant to explore with his brother. The white boy tilted his head and yipped softly in return, still sounding like a puppy despite his expanding body.

At the moment he was just growing outwards, chunkyness settling over his body, making him look like a plump little snow ball. “Hello Dym…Dymtr and Jandro. How are you?” He relaxed and rolled onto his side, paws pushing out and jaws parting in a wide yawn. Despite his earlier goal to find something special while outside…playing with some littler puppies seemed a lot more fun and would require less energy. “I been good, Miss Io. Mommy is so busy…so I just go wherever I want all the time now.” He sighed and seemed to be pouting for a few moments, sad about his mother’s occupied role in the pack.


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OOC here!


Dymtr hobbled forward more, batting playfully at Octavius's nose, sharp, whiny growls emerging from his black throat. When the older, snowy boy asked him a question he nodded extravagently, understanding most, simple questions put to him. He wassmarter than his brother, or at least that was how Io precieved it. Jandro's confidence was just diminished by Io's lack of attention towards him. Her eyes were always set on the dark coat boy, whom she seemed to love more than even Sarajevo, Analise and Aslan. With her latter children, it was different as she was not their true mother, but she would never reveal her subconsious preferance.


'That is how it usually is I am afraid' she consoled with a tender smile, 'But I am sure that hen time allows she will spend more time with you'. Io remembered her mother for a moment, she too was always busy, advising the Szef and bossing people around. As a result she spent her time with various other mothers, parents of childhood friends, relatives, nannies and mostly when the sun was down, her loving father. Io was a hard woman though, even as a child and she had never let it get to her publicly, niether had Galileo or Europa. Each had dealt with it in different ways, Galileo with his rowdy behaviour, Europa with her dutiful housewife role and Io with her family, a family that she would not end up ignoring like her own mother.


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herpderp

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Octavius growled softly at the dark pup and stretched his paws out in front of his body, sneezing after the little boy hit his nose with a tiny black paw. Lifting one leg, he took a slow swipe at the younger one and gently pushed at his head, giving him a playful shove. Dymtr barely moved, which was the point of being so gentle. Octa found himself liking the need to be gentle; he liked having to pay attention to his body in such a way that regulating his strength was no longer a problem. Perhaps playing with tiny babies and little animals was something that would help him get to that point.

The young white wolf rolled to his feet and stood above Dymtr for a few moments before giving his head a lick and striding over to Io. He leaned against her side and nuzzled his face against her neck for a few moments. All of the people in Anathema were his family, each and every one were extended aunts and uncles even if there was no blood relation. They all looked out for each other and worked together to create a safe and mostly healthy environment to live in. Octavius had no problem with being the bold one, unlike his brothers, and showing his affection and appreciation for the people who helped secure his home and befriended his mother.


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OOC here!

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Play fighting, no matter how gentle, was something Dymtr enjoyed. He was already fearless in his tender years, unmoved by Octavius' size looming above him. His father, or who Io told him was his father was much, much taller. And unknown to him his true father raised an even higher height. Jandro still feared the stranger, even though both the snowy prince and his mother thought of themselves as family,aswell as the pack as a whole. When his mother was approached by the boy, he crept below his mother even deeper until he sat directly between his mother's rear legs. Peeping his still blue eyes out from under snowy waves, he sat with his jaw hanging as his brother sat, cool as a cucumber, and later bounding towards the elder male. Io embraced the boy gentle, smiling at the boy she considered family. Much bolder and forward than his grey sibling, the boy she had met at the beach. She hadn't met the third boy as of yet.


'Nom?' he ordered, his voice very loud, though it wasn't asif he could control his volume. Io half smiled, half grimaced at the word, remembering that he had either wanted to say 'nombre' or indeed 'nom', the Spanish and Catalan words for name, respectively. Leon must have taught him the words. 'This is Octavius' Io explained, leaning down and licking his head,before turning to Octavius to speak. 'I must apologies about Alejandro' she began, using his full name. 'He is... not as forward in his ways as Dymtr' she dipped her head down,smiling at the boy who nestled below her, curtained by waves of snowy fur.


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hope the little bit of PP over the boys wasn't bad. >.<

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Octavius never really saw anything wrong with getting close to others, whether it was physically touching or just observing their ways. Io was a pack mate, however, and she knew him and his family well enough to allow for all kinds of hugs and snuggles. When the beautiful woman began talking about the other boy pup, the one hiding beneath her body, the white male dropped all the way down and stretched out on his stomach. Doing a ‘soldier crawl’ forward, he nudged his way underneath Io until he was closer to the other baby. ”Hi Jandro…I’m Octa. Why are you scaaared? I will not hurt you, promise. We can play together with Dymtr…” Octavius was older, that much was obvious, and he was in that stage where he tried to pronounce every word perfect and solid, which only resulted in making him sound weirder.

His little backside began to wag slightly as Alejandro crawled after him, backing away from Io and sitting up again. Dymtr had gotten closer as well and was peeking under his mother’s front legs to see his brother, wondering if Octa would get the shy boy to come out of hiding. Looking up at the new mother, Octavius smiled awkwardly, showing off his pearly baby teeth and nuzzling her again before trotting a few feet away and flopping over on his side, inviting the boys to play again.


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nope, it's no problem ^^


Jandro was hesitant to emerge from under his mother. To him Octavius may as well have been a polar bear or Dymtr's true father. Though one thing was comforting, his ruby eyes were almost the same colour as his mother's coat. In the end with babbling persuasion from Dymtr, he emerged, slowly though, occasionally gazing up to Io just to make sure everything was fine. The russet and snow woman nuzzled the boy again before watching her sons, one full of confidence and one moving like a snail, ready themselves for some fun.


Dymtr trotted up quickly, his movements turning into a bound as he jump upon the snowy prince. 'Oct' he growled, burying himself in the boy's snowy fur. It reminded him of his mother's own pelt, but it was shorter and less wavy than his collie hybrid dam's coat. Jandro approached with obvious caution still. The earth coloured boy moved forward, pressing his body close to his brother's own while climbing upon the snowy beast. He almost lost his footing as Octavius's chest fell and rose with his breaths, but was made stable by Dymtr's sooty maw.


'They seem to enjoy your company' she explained smiling, 'Perhaps you could visit more, give me some rest' she laughed, rolling into a lying position a few yards away from her sons and their new friend.


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so cute. ;-;

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The little ones were indeed very cute, and Octa could pull up blurry images in his mind of his brothers being so small once. The boy watched as Io moved away from them and stretched out, looking a bit worn down and tired. Being tired when one had pups to take care of was understandable. Octavius knew that he and his brothers kept Mama pretty busy for a long time, taking up a lot of the time she needed to use being leader. He understood better now that his mother was the Alpha of their pack, she took care of everyone, and that was a bigger duty than caring for just a few pups.

Octavius stretched his paws out to the side when the little ones began crawling all over him, their dark coats contrasting greatly with his own. Tilting his head down, he nuzzled Alejandro’s tummy gently and then began licking the little guy all over, almost like a mother cat would do to her kittens. They were just so cute and tiny…he couldn’t help but want to roll around and play with them. Of course he knew that being gentle with their little body’s was a must, and respecting their mother was as well. ”I like them…they are fun to play with. More fun than Sevvy and Juda.”


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Io smiled, closing her eyes momentarily before replying to her pack nephew as she saw him. 'You brother's seem to be less out going than you are' she noted, lifting her head up to smile at him. 'You can always come here and play with the boy's when you get bored you know, you are always welcome here'. She would not shun her own family from her own home. 'You can even stay here if you want'. It would obviously help with her rank, babysitting.

Jandro of course had come out of his shell a little, beginning to roll around a little more boisterously with his brother and his 'cousin'. Dymtr played the same way as always, eager to let his tiny teeth and claws dig into Octavius's plush frosted fur. He would be a fighter one day, Io didn't doubt this. Hopefully he'd end up built like her father, or his own in fact.

Dymtr growled, a childish squeak to his tone. Jandro paused in his 'work' agitated by the sharp sound coming from his brother. He continued fighting after a while, as his mother smiled on.

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sorry for the wait

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They were adorable, rolling around, snuggling closer as a ploy, and then snapping those little jaws in an attempt to nip and bite at his ears, nose, paws and fur. Octavius just lay there on this side, breathing in and out slowly, giggling every now and then, and sometimes batting his paws at them gently. There was no real desire to toss the little ones away, just to allow them to have as much fun as possible. His head raised a little when Io began speaking again, looking at her closely and trying to really understand what she was saying. Of course he could come find them for playtime whenever he wanted, the mothers needed a break and he needed to burn some energy.

”I ask Mommy if I can come play more…I think she will like it.” He smiled at Io and rolled both pups off of him at the same time, standing and crouching. His backside shook from side to side and then, with a gentle yip, he jumped over them and rolled onto the ground again.


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Word Count » 000 :: Out of character text here.


Io nodded in agreement, 'Yes, I suppose that if there is only two children to care for then she will have more time to deal with her own things' she said, impressed intelligence. She watch him play with the boys and considered that if he came around more often then the boys would be occupied with someone else besides her, given her some much needed rest. And Naniko of course. And what's more she could easily get a rank boost from all this pup sitting. Of course that had been her basis for choosing this rank, as her plans for expanding her family had been in motion for some time before it was played out.


Dymtr jumped on Octavius again, causing his older sibling to fall away in a brown ball off fluff. After a moments rest to steady himself, Jandro stood again shakily and bounced forward to the snowy mountain that was his older pack mate. Neither fully understood what relation Oct was to them, but the supposed he was a distance relative as he had not been seen before, apart from passing each other and smelling his scent around the land. Though they had noticed he smelt a lot like the alpha.


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