Eye of the storm

Neela Garcia · 09-16-2012, 03:04 PM

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The room was dark, lit only by the fading orange light of the sunset leaking in through the window. The darkness gave a sense of tranquillity which was furthered by the lack of movement in the house. The pups were asleep, all of the curled up against Neela’s stomach, a thick fur thrown over all 5 of them to provide more heat.

Three of the up-to-now nameless pups seemed healthy, their skin spouting a thin layer of fur; if she looked carefully she could see colours from a soft chocolate brown, to a pure white to even a flash of her own russet among the puppies. Two of the males were showing themselves to be of the Knight bloodline, already large in size compared to the others, though the oldest female – oldest of the litter actually – was far from small.

It was the youngest, and smallest that had Neela worried. Even covered with a reddish down of fur the small, sickly looking pup was shivering and coughing every now and then. Neela had shoved her in the warmest place she could, down her front where her fur was thick and bushy enough to almost swallow the pup.

Taking away the body of the pups twin had almost killed Neela, she couldn’t bear to do it again.

She whined pathetically as the pup woke and started coughing, a pathetic small sound. The other three spelt on peacefully, their bodies healthy and strong but this one, her littlest pup, looked to be on the verge of death. Gently Neela poked her muzzle down, running a rasping tongue over the red pups head before curling her neck up against her.

Tony Marino-Knight · 09-16-2012, 03:17 PM

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He was oblivious to anything regarding his family. No one had come to tell him of how his children were, how many and if Neela was even still alive. He'd not returned to the house, either, to seek out the answers himself. Perhaps he was too afraid of anything he didn't want to hear or see. As far as he could conclude, Neela wanted nothing to do with him and it left him wondering whether his mateship was in tatters for some unknown reason. He'd not done anything, it was Neela herself the randomly commanded him out of the house. But the idea of the blame falling on him wasn't something he wasn't considering either. He huffed and stood up, figuring he'd had enough of wondering. He'd find out for himself.

Pulling a large fish out of the shallow bank of the river, he made the short journey on long, muscled legs towards his house. And she won't turf me out like a stranger...' he decided stubbornly, entering the house and soon after the room he was aware Neela had planned to nest in. Ochre eyes softened as he found a peaceful scene, everything seemed fine enough. Tony didn't speak, but placed the fish down on the floor and waited.

Neela Garcia · 09-16-2012, 07:05 PM

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Neela’s head shot up, a fierce growl rolling from her lips as she heard the sound of somebody entering into the house. For a moment she stayed tense, curling protectively around the pups. When she saw it was Tony she stopped growling and relaxed, letting her head drop back down onto the red pup. Her body was still tensed up from nervousness, but for a different reason now.

She stared at Tony quietly, her face oddly blank, hardly noticing the fish he dropped as he entered. While her expression was static, her eyes conveyed the sorrow that had gripped her when the first pup had died, and the fear that the one shivering beneath her would do the same. Anyone else would be fleeing with her snapping at their ankles by now but Tony was the pups father, he deserved to see them, deserved to know about…

Neela couldn’t finish the thought and was almost grateful when the red pup started coughing violently again and she could busy herself with licking her, making soothing cooing noises to try and calm her down. Eventually the thin bundle of fur quieted down and Neela was forced to look at Tony again.

Neela’s voice cracked when she spoke, rusty with the lack of use it had seen over the past week. ”There were 5 pups.” Neela’s voice was odd, detached but even then, as she tried to force her emotion away lest she break down, sorrow chipped at the walls of her façade. ”A girl, twin to this one.” Sorrow was now clearly evident on Neela’s voice as she struggled to keep her composure. She dropped her muzzle down, nuzzling the red pup to try and stifle her emotions, ”She died too soon after she was born. I… I t-took her to the sea. You do it wrong up here, burn the dead, fire kills the soul, I… didn’t want that for her.” The pup under her chin let out a single, wracking cough, a noise far louder than her frail body seemed like it should be able to make. Neela’s composure broke and she whimpered long and loud, pulling the sickly puppy as close to her as she could, ”She keeps coughing and coughing and she won’t eat!” she cried out in despair, ”She’s dying, like her sister! I don’t know what to do.”

Tony Marino-Knight · 09-17-2012, 01:12 PM

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Tony listened to his mate's words. His face never changed but his eyes lit up with emotion all the same. When she mentioned sea over fire he scoffed, 'T' be lunch f' some big fish?' Tony's mocking was half hearted and accompanied with a dry snigger. He fell silent though after, gazing down at the ground awkwardly. 'Doesn' matter. Dead anyway...'. His fingers entwined with the fur on his thighs anxiously. He was obviously much more affected than he let on. His selfish comebacks were weak and low to say the least.

With a sign, he stepped closer. A large hand moved Neela's plush fur our of the way and wrapped around the tiny russet pup. Tony frowned at his daughter, using his other hand to rub her tiny chest gently. 'Prob'ly 'cause 's cold in here. Y' think y' warm enough alone? Need fire..' he placed the pup down where she had been and shook his head. 'Should take 'er t' Hadley... How're th' others?' Tony suggested, sitting down beside Neela. 'Did y' name 'm?'

Neela Garcia · 09-30-2012, 08:28 PM

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Neela had never honestly wanted to hurt Tony before, but she could have happily done so now if she had been in a condition to do so. Making jokes, dismissing the death of one of the pups like it was nothing, as though she had told him she’d just lost a fish! Deep in her mind she knew that Tony’s selfish words were his own way of coping with the loss, recognised the weakness in his scoff but that didn’t lessen her anger any.

Said anger was made even worse when Tony reached down and picked up the red pup, his massive hand looking like it would crush her. She growled audibly, showing a hint of teeth until he set the pup back down at which she all but leapt upon her, bundling the small lump back against her chest and covering her with frantic licks for a few moments before turning her attention back to Tony, scowling at him. She’s a puppy now a bloody hammer, and a newborn at that. Ain’t ready to be moved at all yet, never mind slung about!” In truth Neela was probably being a bit overly dramatic but still she didn’t like Tony slinging the pup about like that. Still she made an effort to settle down, though Tony;s questions brought about another, lesser growl.

”They’re fine, I can keep them perfectly warm in here. She was born weak, her and her sister. Nothing Hadley could do.” The insinuation that she couldn’t take care of her pups was almost as bad as the thought of having an outsider – at the moment the list of “Outsiders” was great and consisted of everyone who wasn’t her and Tony – near the pups rankled at her. Thankfully he moved on soon; names were something she could talk about without getting angry at least. ”No. I wanted to wait for you.” she said in response to his question; she and Julian had named Leon together,r it only seemed right that she and Tony should share the task with their litter.

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Tony Marino-Knight · 10-02-2012, 01:28 PM

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Tony ignored Neela as he clasped his hand securely around the child. He shook his head as he placed her back down, muttering, '...Growl at me...' prefixed with a heavy huff. Settling himself down beside Neela, the pups between them, he shook his head again. 'Don' care if y' think y' okay alone. Ahm builin' y' a fire later'. He considered his words for a second, behind adding, 'Yanno. In th' corner, so they don' get burnt...'. They were his kids too, and Neela obviously had to take into account some of what he said. As gentle as he was trying to be, Neela was being annoyingly stubborn. 'Don' care what y' think. Hadley's got more recent kid care skills than y' so ther' he concluded just as stubbornly.

Moving onto talk of names, Tony smiled slightly. Leaning over to Neela and flicking his tongue over her cheek. He scanned over his children slowly, selecting the largest, a mottled creature. He, as Tony found out after a moments searching, was significantly larger than his siblings, heavier too. The blacksmith racked his brain silently, thinking up nice names. Finally, he found one he thought fitted well and spoke it too Neela as a suggestion. 'Luca?'

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