Not a Little Girl

Adelle Vilhelmsen · 05-29-2012, 07:41 PM

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ooc murr

Adelle curled up on the blanket. Her thick furry tail brushed across her nose as she settled deeper into her sleep. Skoll was there in her dream, and oddly enough they were just talking. Talking wasn't something Adelle did a lot of. She found it easier to go out and just do things. The dream was rather pleasant though, leaving her with a warm bubbly feeling when she awoke. Yawning Adelle stretched out her large secui form, claws scuffing at the ground.

She had been changing lately. Already large, Adelle had found her growing even further so, body expanding to fill the space. It was almost getting cramped, keeping in Grandpa's room. They were both giants after all. Her size wasn't the only thing though, her thoughts growing more mature, as well as her feelings. It was such a strange buzz filling her. Stepping over to Grandpa's side she poked him with her nose. Grandpa?

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Regner Vilhelmsen · 06-08-2012, 05:33 PM

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OOC text here

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Once upon a time Regner would have been up and active almost before dawn, either running an early morning patrol or simply being out and exercising. Nowadays he was lucky to be up a couple hours before midday, his elderly body unable to keep up with the same amount of activity and his mysterious illness of late sapping even more energy from his limited supply.

Regenr was trying to enjoy his last few hours of sleep when he felt something cold and wet pressing into his back. Regner grumbled but, conditioned to wake up when somebody was trying to wake him, he forced himself awake, sitting up and twisting to face the person poking him, who scent revealed to be Adelle

Twisting was a bad idea. A sudden pressure built in his chest and Regner burst out coughing, each cough accompanied by a sharp shot of pain from his lungs. Regner coughed for a few seconds before managing to bring himself under control. Once he was sure he was done coughing he propped himself up and turned to peer at Adelle, wondering what his granddaughter had woken him up for, "Yes Adelle?" he asked, his voice tightly controlled and showing none of the pain he had just gone through.

Adelle Vilhelmsen · 06-08-2012, 05:46 PM

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ooc lalala, adding in the fact that all talk is in danish

Grandpa twisted around, moving swiftly to face her. Sitting down her tail thumped happily on the ground, content to be in her secui form, thick and burly as it was. A cough ran through him, Adelle jumping back in surprise. He wasn't sick, was he? Worry crossed her face for a moment, but Grandpa straightened up, perfectly fine. That was right. Grandpa couldn't get sick. He was the best, the greatest one out there. He must have just had something in his throat.

Pausing Adelle considered what she was thinking about. Surprisingly she felt herself a little shy at the words she wanted to speak. Grandpa knew everything though, and she could really use his advice. Grandpa, there's someone I met. Not from Casa. She paused for a moment, a grin flitting across her face as she thought about Skoll. He's really nice. I dreamed about him, Grandpa. Why would I do that? Her words were hesitant and soft, different from her usual nature. Adelle ducked her head down, wondering why this was hard to say.

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Regner Vilhelmsen · 07-06-2012, 06:40 AM

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Short sorry but it’s the best I could come up with.

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Oh. Hell. No.

Regner’s eyes shot wide open at Adelle’s words, his head whipping around abruptly to face her. He had had to go through a similar conversation several times in his life with his own children and had subconsciously harboured some foolish hope that he wouldn’t with Adelle.

”Oh, and who would this be?” he asked with a purposely calm voice, resisting the urge to find out who it was his granddaughter, his far too young granddaughter, was talking about and rip their spine clean out of their back. He reigned his temper in fornow; he had no idea if this was somebody being a creep or just anunreciprocated crush on Adelle’s part and in either case he didn’t want to upset her.

Waiting for Adelle to answer Regner set about getting himself more awake, stretching his arms above his head and swinging his legs out of the bed so he was sitting down atop the edge of it. Some space clear he patted the edge of the bed next to him, an invitation for Adelle to come up and sit with him while they spoke.

Adelle Vilhelmsen · 07-06-2012, 03:07 PM

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ooc is very good

Grandpa whipped around at Adelle's words, eyes wide. Startled Adelle looked up at him. It must have been more serious than she thought. She wasn't aware of what it meant to love the hybrid, to hold these dreams about him. It was just a curiosity for her, one she hoped her wise grandfather could help her understand. Grandpa's voice was dead calm, absolutely no sign that something was wrong. He was preparing for something, wasn't he?

The space opened up Adelle clambered onto the bed. Sitting down she faced him again, hoping for a hint of what he could possibly be worried over. His name's Skoll. He's from Cour des Miracles. He's like me, but older. We train together in a clearing. He wants to be a warrior as well, but he doesn't have anyone to teach him. Why would I dream about him? Her curiosity persisted, looking for the answer.

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