Glistening and Glittering

Bastion Hallow · 12-21-2011, 03:34 PM

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Table & Coding © Raze; Prompt: An icy fog has settled over Salsola's territory, coating most of it with a sparkling shine. The air itself seems almost frozen today, though it's not so bitterly cold as to stay inside and miss the scenery outside; In the morning, before noon hits

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Enigma had gotten up early and so it had forced Bastion up early too. His boy was getting to be big already and it was getting to the point that he was having trouble fitting Enigma into his diapers. He would simply need something else to put the boy in when he took him out but he couldn't come up with just what it would be yet. He would share his collection of panties with Enigma but his son's hips were wider than his own and so that wouldn't quite work out. That just meant that there would have to be a return trip to Halifax some time in the future. Bastion could always use more things for himself which meant that he could find things for Enigma as well.

So considering using the day ahead to go to Halifax he followed Enigma out of the tower and on down to the grounds surrounding the ruins. Any thoughts of actually making it to Halifax were abolished as he spotted the light spattering of snow upon the ground. Just like the child that he was often assumed to be Bastion plopped himself down upon the ground in order to play in the light amount of snow. The boy giggled happily as he picked up fallen snow in his hands and tossed it into the air. He then stuck out his tongue to try and catch the falling flakes. It was with such child like delight that he amused himself with the snow that would end up melting away by the time that the afternoon came.

This was Enigma's first snow and so Bastion's good mood was contagious. The growing pup bent his head down in order to lick at the snow that had gathered back down on the ground after Bastion had tossed it into the air. For both of the males it was the first time that they could get out and play in the snow. At this time last year Bastion had been trapped inside of a den and wasn't let out to play. So while this wasn't his first winter it was the first time that he was actually out and experiencing it. the first time that he had hands in which to play in the snow with.

Denver Mathis · 12-22-2011, 11:28 PM

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this'll be fun... some of denver's least favorite things. xD

Snow was yet another thing that Denver had come to have distinct distaste for. Though it was pretty and bright and all of those nice things, it was also disgusting. For a few still moments, it was fine, but as soon as he started to move through it and feel that cold wetness clinging to his fur and clothing, he immediately desired to get out of it. Denver was thankful that the layer of frost on the ground on this day was thin; it didn't even touch the legs of his pants. His feet still got wet, though, and the begrudged frown he wore was evidence of his discontent.

Duty had dragged him out of the ruins. A day which might have been pleasantly restful had become something less when he set out with his job in mind. If he did some work every day, he tried to tell himself, then he would always have plenty of time for rest and leisure. Having an easily distracted mind, of course, the ivory mutt still sometimes found himself indulging in his own pleasures rather than the needs of his packmates. He had decided that this day would not be one of those.

He had risen before the sun, and so before the it was high he had completed what he considered a satisfactory amount of work. Happy with his own work, he thought he might head back to the Ruins; maybe Maggie as awake by now. He didn't make it there, though, before stopping short at the sight of a familiar figure. This time,though, he was with an even younger boy. "Bastion?" he called as he neared, despite knowing the short gray man-boy's features well. The snow crunched beneath his feet and Denver cringed; the sound was awful. "That your kid?" he grumbled as pale blues stared down at the reddish pup, already unsettled by the look that the kid gave him.

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Bastion Hallow · 12-24-2011, 03:52 PM

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Table & Coding © Raze; Poor Denver, always having to face dirty things

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Bastion was having fun not doing anything but playing. It was a luxury that he quite enjoyed. But then again who was going to tell on him for slacking off? He did his work well enough and had earned the favor of the leaders so he felt he could easily get out of any accusations against him. He could always pull at Eris's heartstrings by informing her that Enigma wanted to play. He was fairly certain that would get him out of any sort of trouble with her. After all Eris had pups of her own so of course she would understand meeting their demands.

Bastion turned his attention away from his game in order to look over at the family member that had approached and spoken up. He gave a quick nod of his head and grinned. "Enigma mine." The small male was strangely proud of the fact that he had a pup. It was even a blood relation, even if not a direct one. Bastion could often be found wandering around Salsola with the almost four month old pup. He had Enigma since the pup had been approximately two weeks old so for all anyone knew Bastion had birthed himself a pup.

Enigma wandered up to Denver in order to sniff at the male's clothing., or perhaps he was just sniffing at the male but the clothing got in the way. Bastion giggled as he watched Enigma. He was fond of the pup but then again Enigma provided him with endless entertainment. That really had been a saving grace with him as he got bored easily. So it had started off as keeping the pup because of a promise and toting him around for entertainment value but now he actually cared about what happened to the pup. He found that he would now kill for the pup, had killed for the pup.

Denver Mathis · 12-29-2011, 07:46 PM

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i know, i'm so mean to him. xD feel free to have enigma tackle him or something, or some other way to force him to stay... he's just being a weenee. bahaha.

To his chagrin, the little creature wandered right up to him, sniffing at him so doggishly that it nearly surprised him. Backing away a bit, he stared down at the young boy, noticing the diaper fitted to his backside. Frowning, pale eyes narrowed in confusion. "What the hell's he wearin'?" he asked, rising and turning to look at Bastion, hands on his hips. He hoped that the child wouldn't drool on him or anything like that, and he kept glancing down at it, watching to make sure it didn't suddenly lunge for him. His breath clouded quickly in the thick-frosted air, the bite of it reddening his pink nose. "God it's cold out here," he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his thick wool coat and shrugging the yellow scarf more comfortably about his neck. "I hate the snow," he mumbled as he kicked the ground, sending a shower of ice in front of him. This backfired on him, though, as just then a wind blew the snow back in his direction, pelting him in the face painfully. He growled audibly and stormed ahead, just wanting warm and dry. "I'm going home," he stated angrily as he began to walk off, watching the wolf-pup as he did, envious of the thick pelt that let both Enigma and Bastion be content in these low temperatures. His fur was too mixed-- too coarse, too kinky, too fluffy in all the wrong places. It was times like these that he regretted his move Canada; but there was more worthwhile things than good weather that kept him here now.

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Bastion Hallow · 01-08-2012, 06:53 PM

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Table & Coding © Raze; Okay, will do hun. I don't mind if you play Enigma a bit if you feel it'll help move things along or whatever. I don't have a set in stone personality for him yet but simply Basti would bring him up to adhere to Salsola customs and to listen to Basti and obey upon the first time of being told to do something

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Bastion tilted his head to the side as he was questioned. A glance was given to Enigma and how he had been dressed to go outside of Salsola. But then that was the same for Bastion. The small male only bothered with clothing when he had decided to head outside of the family's lands. But just because he didn't choose to wear clothing at every opportunity he didn't fault the ones who did. After all there was Janos whom done so, often hiding weapons inside his clothing, and Bastion found himself fine with that. And well, Denver had been all covered up the last time that Bastion had seen him. So what it was that really made Bastion curious was why Denver would be asking since he clearly knew what clothing was.

"Clothes." Bastion answered simply, as he always did. But with this one he felt that he didn't even really need to answer at all since he thought it was self explanatory. "Why?" He couldn't help but ask. Why was Denver so unable to recognize what clothes were when he was constantly wearing them? Sure, what he wore and what he had placed Enigma in wasn't exactly like what Denver was wearing but Bastion assumed that it would still be easily recognized. The small male assumed that the other male knew more about clothing than Bastion did as he wore more in the way of clothing than Bastion did. And Bastion only wore what he did to keep his mark hidden, dressing up Enigma to get him used to the process when he finally was old enough to join the Family and gain his own mark.

Bastion ended up giggling as Denver kicked up the snow and it blew right back at him. And it was this small action that made Enigma believe that Denver was playing a game. Enigma gave a playful growl and bounded off after Denver when the male had started to leave. The large pup lunged himself at Denver in an attempt to pounce on him as part of a game. Enigma didn't understand that the other male wasn't in the mood to play and wouldn't appreciate wet paw prints upon his clothing and so he acted on first instinct. Bastion had giggled and Denver had played in the snow as they had been doing so Enigma figured that Denver was just trying to get in on the game as well.

Enigma having attempted to pounce upon Denver had Bastion giggling even more. He had a preview of just how the other male felt about dirty things but he still couldn't bring himself to alert Enigma to stop. It was simply much too amusing to Bastion to even think about cautioning the pup. After all he had gotten Denver to hold sticks before when he didn't want to so he wasn't too concerned. Who knew, Denver might change his mind and decide that he wanted to stay and play. After all, who could resist Enigma's attempts?

Denver Mathis · 01-16-2012, 08:27 PM

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i suck ; ; <33

Denver couldn't help but scoff at Bastion's reply. Was he being mocked? He couldn't tell, but with his mood already fouled by the weather he had little patience for things that tested him. His face screwed up into an ivory scowl and pale blue eyes flickered from the small grey wolf to his mud-colored progeny, amazed that the man would dress the child in such girlish garb. He shouldn't have been surprised by such strange actions from Bastion, who had already astounded him at nearly every meeting, but somehow Denver couldn't help it. "He's wearin' a skirt," he grumbled, gesturing plainly to the small pup, edging away as he came nearer. "Skirts are for girls." He thought things like this were obvious, but of course for the less humanized canines, such knowledge was non-existant. Inconvenient, as Denver hated explaining things. Hoping he wouldn't be questioned further, he urged his feet towards home.

Just when the mutt thought he was in the clear, he heard scuffling in the snow behind him. The sound of small feet running on the crunchy fresh snow was distinct, but by the time Denver turned and saw the tawny pup leaping up at him, he had no time to evade him. When he felt paws on his clothing, Denver growled, screaming a horrified "No!" before yanking himself away from the child. The snow wasn't thick, but it was deceptive, and Denver tripped over a hidden rock under the snow, struggling to keep his balance before ultimately slipping. Flailing as he fell, he ended up covered in wet snow and mud, cursing himself, the child, and Bastion. He punched at the cold ground, once again sending a small flurry of loose flakes into the wind. "I ain't playin' in the snow! I was dry 'til now!" he shrieked, maddened, as he rolled back onto his feet and stood, brushing himself off with angry swipes of ivory paws, glaring at the puppy and Bastion both, stewing with annoyance at the pair. He just wanted to be dry.

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Bastion Hallow · 01-31-2012, 03:27 PM

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Bastion looked over to Enigma as the explanation was given but still didn't really understand it. What did it matter what the article of clothing was called? It wasn't like Bastion particularly cared. He just knew that it fit Enigma and got him used to remaining covered for when he got his mark. So when the other male continued with his explanation it had Bastion looking back over at him and tilting his head curiously. "Why?" The small male didn't understand that coverings had to be gender specific. He had never heard of such a thing before. But then again it wasn't like he knew all that much about clothing to begin with.

Bastion ended up laughing and clapping his hands happily together as Denver fell, finding the other to look quite silly. The small male didn't even pause to think that the other canine could have been injured. Rather he only seen flailing limbs and then an upset Denver with a happy Enigma standing by his side. To Bastion it was just a show put on for his entertainment.

Enigma let out a happy and playful bark, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. Enigma bent his head down, dropping his front half to the ground in a playful gesture. The small pup gave another excited sound before he got up and leaped at Denver again. The boy was trying to reach the older male's face in order to lick at his face. He seemed to still think that the other was going to play with him even though he said he didn't want to play. After all the other male only hadn't wanted to play because he had been dry and clean but that just wasn't so anymore. Since the other was already wet and dirty now then what was to stop him from playing?

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