waiting for a star to fall

Io Berlin · 01-01-2012, 08:14 AM

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It was late. Much too late for someone in their right mind to be knocking at the door. Io rose from her bed of furs, unsettling the boys who slept at her side. Sneaking out of the room, almost silently behind his mother, Dymtr followed. His earth toned half brother, followed behind him. Both wondered what was going on at this time of the morning. Io, who really should have seen this coming, paced towards the door. Her Secui form gave her the appearance of a small mother bear, and the sight of the pups at her heels only went further to exaggerate this. To the boys her shadow looked akin to a dragon or another fierce, and equally large, creature.

With a snow gloved paw, Io flicked the doors open. Who would want to be out at this time of night? And in this weather. When the door opened, little spits of rain from the main doors pour found themselves sent by the wind through the doorway and onto the rug that sat at the door. ’Sarajevo’ she breathed, surprised to see her son here again. The boys stared on in confusion, why was their brother here? ’What are you doing here?’ she asked, still half asleep. Sarajevo looked around and then back to his younger half siblings, ’Maybe you should get rid of them...’ he noted, gesturing to his brothers. With a small nudge with her hind legs, the boys scampered off, but only some ways down the hall to the left so as not to be seen spying.

Sarajevo stepped in, but not before picking something up. ’Sara... she sighed, shaking her head. Sarajevo nodded, dropping the small girl pup before her and stepping back. But Io was quicker, before he could reverse through the door; she leapt forward and caught the larger (even despite his lupus form) by his scruff. ’You are not going anywhere until you explain yourself’. Her son wiggled back into the house and he hung his head. And then he repeated the circumstances that led up to the girl pup before him.

Io was awestruck, this girl was her granddaughter. For a moment it was sickening, as he thought back to her newest children as just a few days older. ’Go...’ she said, merely because she could sense that he didn’t want any responsibility. And plus without his she could raise her as her own. Firs she’d have to speak with Leon and Aeron. But who cares what they say. ’Does she have a name?’ Io asked, pulling the creamy white collie child closer. Sarajevo shook his head, ’No’ he said flatly, edging towards the door. ’You can go. If you want’ she added, smiling briefly as her first son disappeared through the door and into the night.

With a tired sigh, she looked down at the cream child. She lacked proper care, behind on her mental education and her growth; most likely she had been lacking proper food too. ’Boys’ she called, the pups appearing at the hall corner. ’Go get you father’ she ordered softly, scooping up the girl in her jaws and moving to the bedroom again.

León Austral · 01-02-2012, 02:11 PM

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He slept soundly through the knock at the door that drew his pseudo mate's attention and that of their children. His day had been hard, stressful, tiring. Especially with the anvil weight of grief that seemed to multiply no matter how much he tried to shove it off. This grief was coming from everywhere, Saxif's disappearance, the death of his children, the nagging of Io and Aeron's hatred of him. His isolation from all of his friends and family, the emotional wall that now seemed to separate him from everyone else out there. He swore, he was not a monster, not like he seemed to be thought of. In his sleep he twitched and trembled, uncomfortable on his bed of pelts. Deep down into the darkness he was swallowed, kicking and screaming the entire way.

He opened his eyes to a bloody tinted dream world, the slick life fluid coated everything including his own body. Blood dripped from any place it could well up enough to gain the weight to fall from his tall body. The origin of it was unknown. There were no tears in his once brown pelt, no tears or gaping wounds from which it could pour. There was no scent be beheld except that of copper and salt, his olfactory senses could not pierce the fog of scent that obscured all else. It even hung in great shimmers within the very air, tiny sprays of droplets that floated about. It was hard but not impossible to see through although once he had the Austral man had wished he had not. He moved through the suspended liquid faster than he could have ever done in real life,

A hellish shout came from his as he stopped in front of the gruesome display. The origin of the blood was now known to him. White orbs fell onto the visage, row after row of pikes had been drive into the ground, on top of each pike a head was mounted and further down it the body rested, skewered like an animal to be cooked. Bile rose up his throat as the lifeless eyes of his sons, of Io, of Aeron, Adwen, Saxif, his mother and father, J'adore, Isla, Arena, Analise, Ralla, Ayasha, everyone he had ever cared about, their lifeless eyes stared back at him. The man pitched to the side and vomited into the bloody puddles that covered the floor. Blood that had come from them, Blood that covered him! He furiously attempted to wipe it off, to get it away from him but only succeeded in smearing it further into his coat. Crimson coated hands flew to his head and grasped handfuls of black hair, claws digging into his scalp. He couldn't move, couldn't breath, the world was spinning around him, the heads now grinning at him, filled with evil and demonic blackness.

He woke with a sharp breath inwards as the voice of Jandro woke him from his slumber. He had managed to roll himself from his bed and had cut himself upon the ragged boards of the floor. The wound on his lip bled little but he could taste its coppery slickness and waves of sickness rose. He struggled to squash it back down. Jandro frowned as his father breathed heavily and looked very sad. The boy tumbled up to him and nuzzled him with a yip of concern. The Austral man laid an earthen hand upon his small son's back, the child looked up at him,

"DA, ma want." Inwardly the man growled and groaned, he did not want to see her, even if she did want him. But on the outside a small smile touched his lips and he spoke to his son in spanish,

"Really? Well we better go see what's up then." He picked his child up and held him in his arms as he crossed the corridor to Io and Aeron's room. He knocked on the door once to signify his arrival and pushed it open, stepping into the room. His eyes were tired from his nightmares as he called out,

"Io?" While there was some genuine concern, whatever she had to tell him could affect his children, as for them affecting her.. well he could scarcely care less.

Io Berlin · 01-02-2012, 04:40 PM

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Dymtr had not followed his brother, instead (seeing as he was his mother's obvious favourite and could do little wrong) he stayed, pausing at the door frame leading out towards the hall, as his mother sat against the wall, dead panning, and the small child squirmed beside her on the furs. Oblivious to the trouble she was causing to her grandmother. He didn't speak, instead quietly watched his mother and his niece silently unable to comprehend the situations. His father emerged in the door way, along with Jandro, and Dymtr found himself gazing up tiredly, 'Da...' he said, his tiny voice solemn for a reason he didn't know. It would have been concern had he known what was going on and it seemed the closest emotion was sheer worry.

Io didn't say anything either on entry to the room, she shifted into her optime form and slumped up the wall. Unable to fully comprehend what Sarajevo had told her. The small girl beside her nipped at her tail, gurgling nonsense when she should have at least been able to say the smallest of words. She had no idea what to do, or to say and when Leon arrive she merely pointed to the girl with a loose gesture. 'Sarajevo... Dropped her off...' she choked on her words, unable to make sense of anything.

León Austral · 01-03-2012, 02:35 AM

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He was greeted with his foster son's call, and sent back a small huff of hello. Jandro was set down on the floor and he immediately went up and pushed in close to his black furred brother, looking at the girl before them that was kept in their mother's arms. Who was she? She was smaller then himself and Dymtr. León was curious of this small child that Io suddenly had and he wondered where she had had gotten it from, for a moment his mind went black at the prospect of her stealing it from another woman. He was about to ask where it had come from when she spoke. His jaw clicked shut from his almost spoken words and he looked at it critically.

She seemed distressed, in her own world as the girl squirmed around and gurgled nonsense. She was more the size of Adwen with her coyote blood than the two wolfen children of his own breeding. León took several steps closer until he was almost upon her and then sunk down to his haunches, balancing on his toes with his hands on the floor. Curiosity flared stronger as the white female looked up, suddenly noticing his presence. Her eyes were unique as his own, a pale shade of turquoise that was unusual. He reached out a giant earthen hand to lay gently on her head for a second, and for just a second she allowed it before pulling back to nibble on the fur with sharp needle puppy teeth. He sniffed at her curiously, she smelt of Sarajevo, Io's older son and of some unknown female, presumably the mother of this girl and also somewhere in there faintly of Io as well.

Satisfied with his closer look the man pulled his hand away from her biting jaws and shifted position to kneel on the floor, Dymtr and Jandro settling in next to him,

"Does she have a name?"

Io Berlin · 01-03-2012, 09:55 AM

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As Leon approached closer, Io picked up the tiny cream pelt girl, who was happy enough the nibble on her fingers, completely oblivious to the trouble she was causing. Io was the most effected, though perhaps she was being far, far too vain and should climb out from her own head and simply deal with it like a man. Dymtr and Jandro crept in closer, though both of the still sat a few yards away from the snowy girl child. Io saw her Leon's wondering mind and the grip of his teeth, she shot him a careful stare. Of course she wouldn't do anything of that sort. Leon crept closer to an the girl child only just acknowledge him. He petted her with a giant hand and allowed the child nibble upon his fingers as she rolled around on Io's lap happily. It was uncomfortable, having Leon this close given what he had done in the past. But she kept silent, biting her tongue.

Io shook her head, 'He just dropped her off and left. Nothing else' she said bluntly, lacing her words with a shrug. For the first time she petted the girl, running tow of her fingers along her tiny spine and up to the top of her head. Her ears were akin to those of a collies, and Io supposed that whoever her mother was, was some kind of coyote hybrid. She was definitely underweight, much further back in her mental development that her uncles, even though she was supposedly only a few weeks younger.

'Who it?' Dymtr asked, moving forward with confidence. He gestured loosely with her snout. 'She is...' Io began to reply, but paused realising she had no agreed back story with Leon. She glanced carefully to Leon, biting her lip and frowning. 'She is...' she repeated, prompting Leon to agree with the story she had in mind. Though how he'd guess would be a mystery. Unless he was a mind reader. Though, Io's affinity for having a large family made her mind fairly easy to decode, especially in the right situations.

León Austral · 01-07-2012, 09:28 AM

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They boys questions as they ought to do, curiosity was important for them but in this situation it made everything a lot more awkward. Io looked at him and Leon looked back with slight panic within his eyes. There was no script this time to spout to them and Io faltered as she tried to think of one, the only idea that was within his mind she might find distasteful. There was a rumble of understanding that came from his chest, Sara had dumped his child upon her grandmother and family for them to look after, it made him slightly angry but he turned to the boys, trying to twist it into a situation that seemed plausible,

"She is your hermana, your sister. When you were born she was very sick, so we sent her to live with Sara and his friend, a woman who might know how to make her better." As he spoke his hand again descended to stroke the little she yote upon her head but drew back rapidly when she accidentally touched Io's paw.

"We did not tell you in case she could not be made better, we did not want you to be sad." It was the best he could come up with and certainly plausible although they might be angry at Io and Leon for not revealed that they supposedly had a sister they knew nothing about. He glanced at Io from the corner of his eye before turning a smile onto his sons,

"But she is better now, she is still weak though so you guys have to play gently with her, okay?" Booth boys nodded, too surprised to do much else and Leon breathed an inward sigh of relief, even if they did not believe the story at least they had not openly challenged the idea.

Io Berlin · 01-07-2012, 12:09 PM

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Sister? It was a passable excuse for her close scent to them and as Leon expanded, a good explanation for the slightly different scent. She continued to pet the girl hybrid's and after accidentally bumping hands with Leon and watching him pull back. She smiled, unbelievable. Couldn't he just grow up and get over himself? Io had. She shook her head slightly, and leant over to the boys. Stroking each of their heads she smile, 'Why do you two not go into the lounge and play?'. Dymtr frowned, 'S'late?' 'I know it is' she replied, 'But I and letting you. Myself and Daddy need to speak'. Both scampered off with little complaint. Mother's rules did have a tendency to shift and change.

Turning to Leon she shook her head. 'Shit' Io murmured. She was silent for a moment, before addressing Leon, 'Thank you' was the first thing she said. And it was a honest comment. 'Jesus Christ...' she murmured, looking down to the child. 'She needs a name. Sara didn't give her one. He just...' she was at a loss over what to say. She could hardly believe it. 'Gave her too me and left'. It was as quick as that. And she could hardly have argued.

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León Austral · 01-15-2012, 07:48 AM

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The moment the boys were out of the room the Austral man put his head in his hands and threaded the fingers through lengthening black hair and gripping it. His head swung back up and looked at Io and the child that was now apparently theirs to care for. A frown pulled his mouth down and his ear twitched before he turned, head still in hands to look at the infant. He acknowledged her curse word with a murmur of agreement and a short bob of his head, however looked up when she appeared to genuinely thank him for his idea, You're welcome

He didn't know what to say to her. What could he say to her? This was her own grandchild, nothing to do with him or his blood. However he did agree with her, the child needed a name so they could continue this charade of passing her off as another child of theirs, Si, I can suggest some names for you. Maria, Alucida, Jenayo, Estrella, Braitney. He listed off a couple of names from the top of his head, maybe she would like one of them, maybe not, he wasn't really bothered. The found himself becoming less and less bothered by what she thought.

Leon speaks, Leon does, Leon thinks.

Io Berlin · 01-15-2012, 01:57 PM

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The small pup wriggled around, repositioning herself for warmth and lying on her back to stare up at Leon with her turquoise eyes. She made a tiny, cute, squeaking sound as she stared up at her 'father'. Io stroked her stomach, which was thin and probably empty. Io smiled, though it was a hollow smile, one full of worry, and not all of it revolving around the little girl. 'She is thin...' the russet saddled hybrid said, her smile turning into a soft frown as she looked up to Leon. It pained her to admit that her son had failed to take proper care of something he created, and it was something she would be fortunate to have the option to avoid. The creme pelted child was hers now. And even if Sarajevo came back, she wouldn't let him take her back. Not after leaving her in this state. Io doubted that Leon would let him either.

'Estrella' Io said simply, everything else sounded stupid, and while she may have commented on this beforehand, she was in no mood to argue tonight. Too much had happened. The russet and white woman set the pup down gently, and while the girl stood solidly, her movements were shaky. Io pursed her lips and shook her head as she reclined against the wall.

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