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Clover Love Lykoi · 05-17-2012, 01:45 PM

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Clover is in the Borgata Tocatl sitting by the pond. Anyone at all is welcome! Smile

There was no longer any glimmer of doubt when it came to Clover’s condition. Six weeks into pregnancy had left the girl was a considerable curve protruding up from her hips to her chest. Within the movement of the puppies would serve as a constant reminder of the life to come. There was no telling how many there would be, or what gender they were, but Clover had silently hoped she’d have at least one boy who’d inherit his father’s devilishly good looks and perhaps one girl whom she could teach all of the fading, perhaps trivial arts the hippies had introduced her to in childhood. None of this had been planned, but Clover couldn’t imagine a better way for things to have turned out. Salsola was the perfect place to raise her young, and she knew that Sirius would be a fierce, dependable father to their children – she just knew it.

Very gently the girl let herself settle upon the earth, her clawed feet sliding into the gentle waters of the pond situated not far from where the earliest Salsolans had constructed their magnificent barn. Daisy remained tucked away in her stall there, for Clover feared that she would not be able to manage climbing the mare’s back with such a large belly without causing some sort of strain upon herself. So instead, she paid a visit to the white horse (offering her some sort of treat) before wandering off on her own. The weather was gorgeous, following days of rain and light thunder storms. The girl eased back with her arms slightly behind and supporting her weight, while her gaze lifted to the sky and watched the clouds leisurely float by. Her thoughts went elsewhere, but her senses found that they were perfectly content with the environment they had been settled in.

Despite the fact that the Salsolan Boss did not share the same feelings that Clover did, she fantasized life to come as if he did anyways. They would be the perfect happy family, and delightful images of their pups scampering around the high-backed stone throne of the King brought a warm smile to her face. They would be strong like their father, but Clover would be sure to teach them about Mother Earth and the value their environment offered them. In just a few weeks, all of this would come to light. Clover counted the days with bated breath.

Denver Mathis · 05-17-2012, 04:36 PM

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here have a denver. 8D

Denver's every thought ever since his own learning had been of babies. Magnolia was going to have a baby. Babies, probably. And all his. He fretted constantly. One day he was ready; the next, he panicked. Every day, though, the imminence followed him. Slowly, he grew fond of the idea.

Names were something he'd yet to consider, although his own instantly came to mind. No, I can't do that, he thought with a laugh as he walked. Their children would need strong names to help them survive their dangerous world. Creamy auburn brows knitted together as he considered other fine cities. Houston's a good one, he thought, picturing the boy in his head as a stocky, large mutt with a wolf's heavy bones. A truly strong child. Something I wasn't, he cursed internally. Denver hoped they had a boy.

The pale Confidant hadn't realized just how far his steps had taken him, but he soon passed the barn. After making sure to glower at the llamas from a sufficient distance, he moved on, not caring at all to linger there. Soon the scent of the farm faded, but another scent emerged, thick and wet.

Denver wouldn't have stopped, but he noticed a familiar figure there through the trees. He hadn't spoken with the girl, but the quiet coyote was one of few permitted into their King's chambers. In some way, he envied her. Don't think I've ever seen you out this far, he commented lightheartedly as he approached, trying to remember the blonde girl's name. 'm sorry... what was it... Amber? he guessed sheepishly, shrugging. He'd only ever heard her name once or twice, whatever it was.

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