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skipping where she gets the rocks and *attempts* to sand the down, it's like this, but bigger, a 3x3 metres/p>


Io had been quick to attempt to fulfil her initiation task. If not to get notoriety quicker within Ichika, to make sure she didn't have to stay in a god damn starting rank. To her, who was near royalty in her home pack, it was practically an insult. She'd been quick to gather stones from the mountain and from the coast, although slower sanding them down to 'let the energy flow' or something, it was some crap from a book she read and she assumed that the spiritualness of this pack would suite it. It was a scrappy job to be fair, but by time it was noon she was finished working with the rocks, having started ridiculously early yesterday and today, letting Andrej watch the pups.


It had been a long process moving the stones to the garden, Neo had been rather quiet on the trips up and down to get the stones, focussed on his work obviously. But once the rocks were in the box she'd clumsily nailed into a box shape and filled with sand and pebbles, it was merely a case of putting the in their place and tidying it up. With the larger rocks clumped in one corner of the box, Io decided to rest.


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OOC text here



Dalgina hadn't wandered far from ingali this time. After the scolding received Dalgina had made sure not to cause trouble, allowing Keldava to go wandering on her own. That probably wasn't very good, considering how much trouble they got in together, let alone when her tingla didn't have her there to slow her down, but at least Dalgina wouldn't be facing Mahn's wrath. Her tail wagged happily as she wandered around the lands, the mountains just in sight. It wasn't long after that she spotted a red and white dog, resting against a bunch of rocks.


Happy at the thought of making a new friend Dalgina bounded over. She let out a short howl to announce her presence as she came closer. Unfortunately, she hit the wooden barrier, sending her head over heels into the sand. Sitting up Dalgina let out a wail. That hurt! The sand had flown into her eyes, and her paws hurt from the tumble. Her whines were loud for all to hear, the small ears flattened against her head. Crouching down to the ground Dalgina forgot all about her audience, just wishing for someone to come and make the pain stop.


Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii


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OOC here!

Word Count → 000


Io hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings when the pup had stormed in and injured itself, but nonetheless, Io wasn't surprised by the shriek either. Looking over, she shook her head. While usually, if it had been one of her own, she would have scolded the child for impotence and stupidity. But as the girl was not, Io decided a more comforting approach would be better desired. However, Io's version of comforting was far from the field of roses it sounded. 'You really should be more careful, you know...' she commented, leaning down to set the child upright and brush the sand away from her eyes.


Io wasn't bother much by the fact that her word had been messed up slightly. Bits of sand had spread past the wooden border, but it was nothing major, nothing she couldn't fix. Io's eyes narrowed as she inspected the child, a native of the pack obviously, with fur dark like Dymtr's, but without the collie fluffing and coyote finesse. 'Do you have a name?' she asked, sitting back up and brushing her fringe away. She wondered if Dymtr had gotten into trouble yet, she assumed he would do. Ichika was not the place for him, it didn't suit him. But it was what was best for him. His temper was uncontrollable sometimes.


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Dalgina was picked up and placed back on the ground properly. For a moment she hung in the air, sand being brushed away from her eyes. Blinking in surprise the black puppy looked to see a bright red and white dog. Her tail immediately began to wag happily. The dog was so bright! On the ground Dalgina pounced on the female's leg, licking at the markings to see if they would come off. Nope, they wouldn't. Looking up at the adult Dalgina smiled. I'm Dalgina! How you get red on your fur?


Not waiting for an answer the pup set off, exploring the area that she now found herself in. Lots of sand to dig through, and rocks to explore. It looked nice. Dalgina flopped down, rolling in the sand and getting it all mixed up in her fur. She liked the scratchy feel, now that it wasn't in her eyes. Bouncing back over to the dog Dalgina looked up at her happily. You make? Is pretty. Dalgina loved pretty things. It was the easiest thing in the world to make her happy, simply show her something new that was beautiful.


Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii


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OOC here!

Word Count → 000


Io smiled down at the girl pup, shaking her head as the questions poured out. Dymtr had never been as lively as this. His fighting had always been scrappy and serious, his speech always deliberate and full of wit. Jandro had always been different, Estrella and Sarajevo too. But, of course, in their own way, not quite like Dalgina here. Either way, she nodded at the name, knowing it from whispers around the pack. 'It is natural' she commented, her accent slipping on the word 'natural' before she shook her head and righted herself, 'Natural'. There was a moment of silence as Io adjusted her comment for the pup to understand more easily, for she didn't know the range of the girl's intelligence. 'I have had it since I was little, younger than you'.


'Thank you...' she said slowly, frowning slightly as Dalgina bounded around getting sand everywhere. 'You want to help me clear everything up and put the stones in place? This is my initiation task...' she said. Obviously if the child had been born and raised in the pack, she'd know of this concept, even if only a little. It would be enough for her just to help even if she had no clue why the collie hybrid was doing it.


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The way that the dog spoke was funny. It came out thick, the words hard to make out. It was fixed, but Dalgina still didn't quite get what was being said. She cocked her head questioningly as the adult corrected herself one more time, explaining that her fur had always been like that. She was lucky. Dalgina just had black fur, not pretty splashes. She looked like Papa though, so that made everything better. She could handle not being colorful.


Dalgina was thanked for telling her that it was pretty, setting the pup's tail wagging. She was glad it was liked. Perhaps she'd tell more people when stuff was pretty so she'd get thanked lots. Being asked to help got Dalgina even more excited. She'd love to help! Dalgina didn't do that often, getting distracted by something pretty or being pulled into a game, but when she could she did. Yes! Happily she bounded over to a rock and began pushing on it.


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OOC here!


Io had to smile as the child attempted to push the heavy rocks. While the russet and snow hybrid was well equipped with natural strength forceful enough to move it, the little girl was not. And while Io didn't see a problem with letting Dalgina try and move the boulder, she assumed that it would provoke injury and that the child's mother would be annoyed if the woman had let her strain herself. Io was no fool to this game. Taking the two or three paces that separated the girl and herself, she petting the girl's back softly and laughed lightly, 'Why do you not try and sweep some of the sand back into the box and I will move the boulders?' she prompted, 'Just watch that you do not get sand in your eyes again or trip over'.


Moving a hand to the top of the rock, Io stabilised it before using the other hand to swivel it the few feet to where it was meant to go. She glanced over to the child and smiled lightly, wondering where on earth Dymtr was. Her question was answered when a small voice piped up, 'I'm back' the white chested boy glanced over to the girl child swiftly, and then back again as she was of little interest if there was no reaction. 'What are you doing?' he asked, looking around. Io replied, 'Making some kind of rock garden for my initiation task. To get out of this god damn rank'. To her the word wasn't really a swear, so the work continued.


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Try as she might the rock would not budge. Dalgina so wanted to help. She wouldn't give up! A gentle hand touched her back, softly petting her. Dalgina twisted around to find the colorful dog there, her eyes soft and kind. Given a task Dalgina nodded her head again and happily bounded over to where the sand had spilled out. It took a lot of shoving, but she managed to fit some back into the box. It was hard, sweeping it up with her tail before taking a mouthful and spitting it into the box. Tasted bad too. She was helping though, and that was very important.


Her ears perked up at the voice of someone new. Tail wagging she looked over to find another puppy. Barking with delight Dalgina bounced over. She skidded to a stop as the adult said something really harshly. Wondering if she was being scolded Dalgina's ears briefly flattened. The work continued though, so it must have been nothing. Happily she walked up to the puppy, sniffing at him curiously. Who are you? I'm Dalgina. Wanna play? The task at hand was promptly forgotten at the chance to play with someone new.


Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii


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occgoodnessss


Io moved two stones with ease, leaving the heaviest one till last. Of course she kept her eye on the two pups, one she trusted to stay save. And the other she didn't have enough information on to make that assumption. Dymtr's ears flicked around as he regarded everything around him, a true hunter. 'Dymtr' He said, his speech fluent. The ashy pup turned to Dalgina and frowned heavily. 'I'm helping...' He wasn't really, but play wasn't a thing he enjoyed doing much at the moment. He played with his siblings, and found it hard to connect with others. 'If you are helping, do something' Io prompted, catching him out with a gentle smile. 'Can't. Andrej might need help with Estrella'. But a scowl from Io told him that work was needed, compulsory on his part. 'What am I doing?' he sighed, turning his eyes up to the hybrid.


The woman looked around, 'Help Dalgina sweep the sand into the box' she said, unsure on the girls progress. Dymtr agreed, but not without dragging his feet behind him. He used his snout and tail to push the sand back in, though it was hard, as grains always fell away from his loose grip. A few irritated grunts escaped his as he tidied up. If he knew that Dalgina had been the one to mess this stuff up he'd be even more annoyed.


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Dalgina's tail wagged happily as the pup spoke. Dymtr. That was a funny name. Her tail wagged even faster as she realized that both their names started with a D. They were so similar! Both had dark fur, both had D names, and they were both pups! Dymtr didn't want to play though. Her ears drooped at his words of helping. Helping was nice, but Dalgina wanted to play with her new friend. The big dog watching the two of them prompted him to help, which Dymtr tried to turn down. Dalgina's head cocked quizzically. Thought you're helping? Dymtr didn't seem very happy. That was sad.


The black pup perked right up again as she was reminded of the help she was supposed to be giving. Happily she bounded back over to the mess of sand, sweeping it up and dropping it into the box. It didn't take long for the last of it to be scooped up, though a few grains were left behind here and there. With the sand tidied her help was no longer needed, leaving her free to play. Happily she pounced onto the male pup. Play now?


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


'I am...' he grunted through gritted teeth, glancing back on the girl with pale green eyes. He shovelled the last few bits of sand away from where he was working before he shook himself down and spoke again, 'We're not done yet' Dymtr said, looking up to the collie hybrid knowingly. She spoke too, only securing what Dymtr already knew. As the words came Dymtr smiled smugly at himself. 'No, we are not. I still have to rake the sand and sheer the grass outside of it...' she said, looking around and frowning. Dymtr smiled again, but was cut short by his mother, 'But you two are too little for that so go and play'. The ashy furred pup scowled, but moved over to the smaller girl and then moved outside the sand garden. 'Fine. What's your game?' he asked, tilting his head sideways.


Io picked up the crude rank she'd crafted haphazardly for this task, and began to move the sand in soft, flowing patterns around the boulders and boundaries of the sand garden. It was a boring, trivial task and it didn't take long of course. Switching the rake for a knife attached to a stick. Moving to the edge of the garden she used the new tool to slash at the rough foliage and when she had done that she used the rake again to move the grass backwards away from the garden. Io sighed and stared at the garden. 'I'm finished...'


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#12
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Word Count :: +000

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Dalgina's tail drooped as she was told the garden wasn't finished being made yet. They still had work to do, which meant no games. Dymtr seemed pretty happy about that for some weird reason, but luckily his mother cut in, announcing that they could play. Her tail resumed beating the air happily, stretching down into a play bow. Her tail slowed as Dalgina tried to think of a game they could play together. Dymtr seemed to have the same serious air to things as Honrin had, if he lacked her ronkyha's wisdom. Surely he'd like doing something that Honrin did.


Pleased with this idea Dalgina piped up. We find the lights! That was something Honrin was always doing. Well, she wasn't too sure if he was finding the lights or humoring Dalgina by following her around, but she was sure that there was light involved. Honrin had told her once about how pretty lights danced around him, but try as she did Dalgina had never seen them. Instead a game of trying to find Dalgina some lights of her own was invented, with both of them working on figuring out where the lights would probably be and hunting it down. Only a couple times had Dalgina found anything that she thought was one of the lights, with Honrin not having the heart to break it to her that it was just a refraction of the sun through the ice.


Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii


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@import url(http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rouge+Script);
.Dal { background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad211/Vayre/dal.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:right top; border-radius: 15px; background-color:#60c1f4; width:480px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:275px 0px 0px 0px; color:#; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px soli #000000}
.Dal b {color:#B666D2; font-weight:bold; }
.Dal p { color:#ffffff; text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; }
.Dal p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; }
.Dal .wc {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:0px; text-align:left; padding:50px 0px 0px 0px; margin:0px 0px 0px 0px;font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; }
.Dal .ooc {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:0px; text-align:left; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px 0px 0px 15px;font-size:11px; font-weight:bold;}
p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}
.Dal .Name { font-family: Rouge Script; font-size:40px;font-color:#ffffff; text-align: center; padding: 10px 0px 30px 0px}
;
</style>
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