Never play with fire

Nate-River Silvertooth · 07-15-2012, 06:43 PM

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There was a Something that was annoying Nate. The Something was glowing very brightly, up ahead, and he was ever so curious as to what it was. The pup ran around in circles eagerly, scratching at various huts and making a racket. He wasn't meant to be outside his house, without his mother and father accompanying him, but he didn't really understand the concept of obedience yet. He did what he was told, most of the time, but usually it had to be within an hour of being told, otherwise he just forgot. Nate-River let out a whine and scrambled on top of a fencing pole quite ungracefully, his neck stretching out to try and see what the Something was. It was red and gold, and very pretty. He let out another whine, because he didn't know how to get closer to the Something, and this time someone heard him. Payne, his sister, piped up from behind him. Whats it, Nate? What?... Nate-River sent his sister a scowl and she growled at him before shimmying her way back off to wherever she'd came from. Nate assumed she was going back to her mother.

The thought of his mother made Nate anxious. He loved his mother, but he realised now that he was doing something wrong, so he had to hide before he got told off. The boy leapt down from the fence-post with an "oof!", and he made his wobbly way forwards, oversized paws pit-pattering on the ground enthusiastically. His dramatic gait sped up, and soon he was zig-zagging through the huts like there was no tomorrow. ZOOOOOOM! Nate-River cried, his tail wagging and heart beating happily. Eventually, the huts cleared and he could see the Something again. But it was closer this time, and he could see it much better. It was red and glowing, and huge, and not red, but orange, but red.. and yellow - then silver, then-... Nate caught himself and shook his head vigorously, tearing his eyes away from the Great Fire. Except he didn't know it was the Great Fire, not yet.

The puppy hung his head low and rested his tail inbetween his legs as he approached the Something closer, and closer, until he was almost touching it. He could feel warmth radiating from the fire, yet it didn't make him flinch, but grin. He was an untainted white colour with black ears and crown, but at this moment, standing so close to the fire, he almost looked translucent. El-oh. he greeted the Something. Wants to be Nate's fwend? he asked the fire reluctantly. Nate no got fwends. in reply, the fire spat some sparks into his nose, and Nate screamed and ran a couple of steps back, pawing at his nose as it burnt. The pain only lasted a second but already he felt a lot less brave. Not nice. Meanie. he accused, wounded. He tottered around the flames for a while, then on the edge of his vision spotted a small mound of bones. They were the remains of a little bird, nothing but the skeleton left. Nate picked it up in his mouth gingerly, then waddled back up to the fire. Pwfrresent? he asked, setting the bones down. He coughed up a bone that had managed to lodge itself in his throat, then looked back up again, bleary eyed. Pressie fer yuh. It's a pretty, maybe yer put in hair? he suggested oh-so-wisely.

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Io Berlin · 07-16-2012, 02:51 PM

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Sleep was a rare commodity these past few weeks and Io still had another few weeks of illness and sleep deprivation to go. Though she didn't blame Jacinto for her current condition, nor Jaroslaw. It was her own fault for being shamelessly loose in her more... Physical relations. And plainly enough the fact was she'd had it coming. But again sleep was an issue, as it usually was. As it had been countless times before. The on and off tendency of it was a problem too. The insomnia faded in and out, one sleepless night could be followed by countless nights of sleep and vice versa. And in the same vein some days she would do nothing, while other days she found herself with boundless energy. Today was a mixed day, while she couldn't sleep and didn't want to, she didn't have the energy to do her duties either. But it did have an upside, she'd progressed to the second tier of her profession. And that came with more respect and an understanding break perhaps.

Collie ears lifted as noise filtered through the village. Followed by a speeding snowy white bundle. Nate? Io shook her head and followed the creature swiftly as she could (but understandably that was becoming difficult). She arrive just in time to watch the puppy burnt it's nose lightly. But unlike most adults, she didn't come rushing to his aid sympathetically. After all, Io was one of the ones who believed in hard knocks raising a child. 'You know' her foreign voice came, 'It is not wise to get so close to the fire'. She sat next to him with a sigh, looking down to the small bones. 'Nor is it a good idea to touch bones'. The words were not scolding, but a casual warning.

Nate-River Silvertooth · 07-17-2012, 05:21 PM

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The fire didn't seem to want to make friends. It wouldnt talk back to Nate, even when he was on his best behaviour. Maybe it just didn't want a friend? Or maybe it thought Nate was a looser? This thought made the puppy angry, and he puffed out his chest in defiance, wandering around the flames in a grumpy sort of way. If he could talk, a little baby like him, why couldn't this huge thing? Nate expected it's voice to come out spitting and scolding and painful, he expected it to pocess a great roar of a voice, but it was silent but a few tiny crackles here and there, and Nate very much doubted the crackles was the fire trying to talk with him. Nate-River was just about to demand the fire answer him this very instant, when he smelt someone else.

The smell was familiar, and Nate let his nose quiver a bit as he turned to face Io. He knew Io, at least he seemed to remember her from somewhere. Ah, that was it. She'd come to visit Ma a couple of times. Ma liked Io, so Nate decided he'd like Io too. She had a very nice coat, he thought. Why couldn't he have fur that colour? What's it fire, Io? he asked curiously, tilting his head in a confused manner. Why yuh soun' like... soun' like a... he struggled for the right words, unable to place her accent. Mouses, yuh sound like a mouses. he yipped at her, deciding mouse was the correct name for her type of voice. Then she said it wasn't a good idea to touch bones either, and this time he shook his head instead of tilting it, inherited over-sized ears flopping this way and that hysterically. Not true! Not true, liar! Nate eats the bonses! he said, loosing insterest in the fire and gaining interest in Io. He picked up the bones again, looked at Io, and then crept up towards her with his tail wagging. Onyx eyes glittering magically, he demanded she realised he was right. Good idea! We eats them, see? he asked, chewing them up with his milky nubs of teeth, and getting ready to swallow. He wasn't really meant to eat anything other than milk mainly, and the bones tasted foul, but he wanted to show off.

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Io Berlin · 07-22-2012, 03:24 PM

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short, i have a killer headache~

The thick coat of her secui form blew in the breeze as she interacted with the small child. Silver eyes pointed down towards the small snowy child. 'Fire. It is hot. You cook things on it and heat things up. But not this fire. This fire is special to the tribe' the hybrid explained simply, casting her gaze momentarily towards the burning pit before turning back to the child with a confused look. 'Mouse? How so? Does Jaro sound like a mouse too?' the animal tender questioned with a laugh. Jaroslaw was harsh spoken, and hardly mouse like.

Io rolled her eyes as the puppy protested fiercely to her words. Leaning down as far as she could without lying down, she attempted to nip them from the child's mouth. 'No, Nate' but she stopped with a sigh and sat back down. 'Stop trying to eat them and we can go and find something better to eat, yes?' Io attempted to reason.

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