Moving Forward
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Ever since the meeting where Mahn had shown up, hurt and covered in blood, Dalgina had been sticking to the house. The soft hearted pup couldn't stand the idea of her talnala getting hurt, or even that of her friends. Her house had always been a safe haven for the pup, and now she was working hard to keep it that way. Dalgina's cries had been unheeded by her parents, both still leaving the house where they could get hurt. Keldava had only put up with her tingla's worry for a day before joining them.


None of them managed to convince Dalgina that it was okay to go outside, that it would be alright to relax and maybe, just maybe, have some fun. Instead her mind ran rampant with monsters, her imagination turning against her. Soft dreams of strange creatures and running in the clouds turned into nightmares, sending her screaming awake. Tired and unable to relax Dalgina sat, shivering on the carpet in the living room. She didn't like how she felt. She didn't like knowing that her parents couldn't fix everything. Dalgina just wanted everything to be better again.


Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii


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#2
Fatin had a lot going through her mind since the pack meeting. First were the changes that were happening to the pack. She knew that having self-defense was good but that went against her image of Ichika no Ho-en being so peaceful. Yet she hoped that X’yrin wasn’t planning on leading the pack to get in trouble with the other packs. That couldn’t end very well, especially for her peace loving home.

The other thing that was on her mind was her relationship with Asad. She knew her large guard and friend loved her and had for a long time. But it was only recently that she had come to realize that she loved him. She had always been fond of him and he was very good in bed. But she hadn’t really thought of pursuing a relationship with him. And the fact that she realized that she truly loved him, scared her a lot. Which is why she had yet to tell him her feelings. Which led her to stay away from him a bit, explaining to him that she had things she needed to think about. He had seemed worried but understood.

Her mind was wandering, considering the things that were on her mind, while she herself was exploring. She hadn’t really gone to the mountain to meditate in a while since she knew that it wouldn’t help. She thought briefly of her mother and how she would be the one to give her advice. Which lead her to hum a lullaby that her mother would sing to her when she was little and scared.
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Someone was outside the house. Dalgina had no idea who it was, just that it was someone Dalgina hadn't met before. She scrambled under the couch, afraid that the canines that hurt Mahn had found her ingala and were working on breaking in to hurt her. Her mind raced with all the possibilities, blood being used to paint everything red, destroying the soft welcoming colors that surrounded her.


From her place Dalgina heard soft singing. It was soothing, relaxing her tensed mind. Dalgina stuck her head out from underneath cautiously. Surely whoever was making such a pretty song couldn't be bad. At least that was her reasoning. Carefully Dalgina crept over to the door. Her nose nudged it open, revealing a bright red dog. Her fears had come true, and a blood covered creature had shown up. Not knowing what to do Dalgina let out a wail, howling her fear to the world.


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Fatin had no idea that she had an audience to her humming. Not that she minded. Fatin might not be an attention hog but she did enjoy performing, whether it was through music, especially dancing, or her magic. She hadn’t really done much of either but she really wanted to start up again, now that she and Asad had settled in the pack.

Yet her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp wail and she glanced around, her gaze falling on a young pup in someone’s house. She had no idea what cause the pup to go off like that but she was staring at her with horror. Fatin was worried and didn’t really know what to do. She had always wanted her own pups but hadn’t really spent much time with any pups.

So she carefully headed towards the frightened pup and said, ”Is there something wrong, little one? Can I help you? Are you hurt?” She had no idea that she was the source of the pups distress and that her approaching might cause the pup to disappear. But she stopped before she got too close to the home. It would be plain rude to enter someone else’s home without an invitation.
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The bloody creature turned towards Dalgina, fixing her with glowing eyes set to tear her apart. Dalgina scrambled back as it moved closer, her wail cut off as she moved, giving way to whimpers as she laid down. The words that came from the canine didn't seem scary though. Dalgina stood still, making sure not to move as she tried to determine if it was a trick. Dalgina shook her head at being asked if she was hurt, continuing to eye the stranger with suspicion.


Pushing herself forward Dalgina moved closer to the scary adult. She took a deep sniff, and realized that she didn't smell like blood. Puzzled now she looked up. Not covered in blood? She was still prepared to turn tail and run if she was proven wrong, but it seemed less likely now. Staying close to the ground Dalgina looked around uneasily. She wished Papa was there, or one of her orej. They'd know what to do.


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The poor pup was absolutely scared of her but she had no idea why. Fatin had never seen this pups before so she couldn’t think of a reason for the youngster to be scared of her. But she figured that it would help if she didn’t move forward anymore. So she stopped where she was and let the pup come to her.

She could feel the breath of the pup on her and she figured she was sniffing her. But her question was surprising and rather amusing. But Fatin held in her laughter and tried not to smile to big. She gently shook her head and answered, ”No, little one I’m not covered in blood. This was how I came, colored red.” She did wonder what made the young child think that she was covered in blood.

She knelt down so she was at a more even height with the pup. ”My name is Fatin Nejem but you can call me Fatin. What’s your name?” A smile touched her lips and she patiently waited for the young girl to tell her what her name was. She figured that it would only work to call her little one or a variation for a short time.
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Hearing that it wasn't blood, just the color of her fur, immensely cheered Dalgina up. Her tail wagged a little, slightly uncertain, but with a happier spirit than before, when she'd been in the house all alone, imagining monsters around every bend. The red adult bent down, coming closer to Dalgina's fight. She crouched down at first, part of her still half convinced that it was a monster, but she managed to calm down, remembering that there wasn't any blood.


Dalgina listened as her new friend gave her name. Fatin. That was a pretty name. I'm Dalgina! She lifted her paw up carefully, remembering how adults shook hands when they met. It wasn't the same with a paw, and Dalgina was a lot more interested in sniffing at the adult than anything else, but it was supposed to be polite. Will you stay with me? Is scary by myself. Dalgina shuddered slightly, remembering all the scary beings she'd imagined being around.


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#8
OOC: Sorry about the wait

IC: It would appear that the pup was eased immensely by the fact that her fur color was not brought on by blood but rather was simply the way she was. Fatin however was curious as to why the pup thought it was blood. But then her mind went back to the meeting where several members had been bloody and injured. So she knew that the young girl was surrounded by blood in a way and didn’t want to be.

The pup then said her name was Dalgina and Fatin grinned at her. ”Well, Miss Dalgina. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She was still at the child’s level and saw that she wanted to shake paws. So she gently took the pup’s paw and slowly moved it up and down, not wanting to throw the little girl off balance. It would be interesting to know what the pup thought of the handshake but didn’t ask her.

But Dalgina’s request threw Fatin off slightly. She wanted a strange adult in the house? What of the pup’s parents? Fatin didn’t really want to deal with angry parents. ”Dalgina, will your parents be OK with that? And what is so scary in the house?” Her tone was concerned but also knew that although kids had active, or hyperactive, imaginations they still needed to be taken seriously.
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Her paw was accepted and gently shaken up and down. A huge grin split her face. She had done it right, she just knew it. She'd shaken hands properly with someone. That meant they were friends now. The questions Fatin gave to the pup had her sinking down slightly though. She hadn't thought about any of that. Fatin was pack, and Dalgina was scared, and she wanted to stop being scared. Having Fatim with her seemed to be the answer.


Her paws scuffed at the ground uncertainly as she thought about what to tell Fatin. I don't know. They're not here. She was all alone, making it even more worrisome, despite being in the pack where she was safe. Or supposed to be. Seeing all that blood had her doubting it was the truth. Monsters. Covered in blood. They want to hurt me. Dalgina's eyes looked into Fatin's brightly, believing every word she spoke.


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The pup beamed at Fatin when the two of them shook hands much like humans did. Though she supposed that there were Luperci that did as well. She hadn’t but there were things that she hadn’t done. Granted not many. Fatin was generally adventurous and tried new and exotic things. Growing up in a large port-city like Istanbul made it easier to experience new things. She would just need to go to the market and try things, mostly food, from all over the world.

But Dalgina seemed a little put out at her question and she felt bad about making the young child sad. But it would seem that her parents weren’t around. So Fatin sighed and nodded her consent, though she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she just go in or wait for Dalgina to go? She really wasn’t all that sure what the protocol for this was.

But then the pup began to explain why she didn’t want to be alone. Her reaction to Fatin made sense. She thought that Fatin was a blood-covered monster that was out to hurt her. She frowned in concern and sadness and then held her arms out to see if the girl wanted a hug. ”Come here, sweetheart. No one will hurt you while I’m here, OK?”
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Fatin crouched down, worry and protection in her eyes. The sight was highly comforting for the worried puppy. She padded over at the words, nuzzling into the red fur. The dog had told the truth, there was no blood on her. Just the sweet protective scent of the pack and a soft comfort. Held in the arms Dalgina settled down, small whimpers of worry running through her as she finally let the fear out, letting the fear go away instead of being trapped inside.


I-I was alone, and the monsters were everywhere, then you came and thought you were a monster... The small cries of the pup fell into the red fur, body shaking a little as she nestled into the warmth, feeling safe for the first time since the horrible meeting when she'd learned that the world wasn't nearly as safe as she wished it was, full of those who would harm her instead.


Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii


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