[MaMa] Kohaku's Heart

Sura · 09-17-2012, 01:57 PM

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Sura knew little about love, romance, or even mating in general, but just like pornography, she knew what it was when she saw it. Sura and her guardian, Ink, had taken Ink's female horse to be bred some time ago, and the horror of the event had lingered in Sura's mind. To any untrained mind, such as Suras, it would have appeared that a male horse had tried to clobber and wrestle down the female horse to death. Later, Ink had explained that this was how the two horses had loved each other, like how Ink cared for and loved Sura, but in a different, romantic way. Sura didn't see much romantic about what the horses had done, but the idea had taken ahold in her fragile mind and been a permeating throught for the last month or so.

What if she could get someone to be romantic to her and love her?

"Hawo fwower, you wubs me? Yah? You tells me how you wubs me nows? Yah? Why you not speakes ? You not wubs me at alls, dump dower!"(hover for translation) , Sura found herself sitting next to a flower, and as she spoke to it, it seemed neither to pay attention, nor to respond back. Frustrated at the flower's inability to love her, much less do anything at all, she hovered her paw over it, as if calculating her decision. When nothing more happened, she bore her entire weight into the paw and slammed it down onto the flower, thus stomping it out. When she lifted her paw again to see it, it was not a delicate flower anymore, but a blob of green.

Sura knew from her previous romping around in Vinatta's garden that stomping on flowers caused them to wither immediately, and then to die. Of course, flowers died on their own after a period of time. But what if Sura withered and died just like flowers did? What if Sura died before she ever found anyone who would love her like the horses did, or how Ink loved her as a sister?

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Bridget Rhiannon · 09-17-2012, 11:00 PM

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sorry this post sucks

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Love was a complicated thing; her parents were a wonderful example of that. Her father had not returned from his trip, saying he needed to be fixed and she was to take care of her mother while he was gone. She loved her father and yet she was starting to want nothing to do with him, it was strange what love was. What is love? The question always played in her mind as she remembered what the lovely Amy had said, she was to be with the pup she had with her. Would she have to love him? Again the little child shook her head, uncertainty filling her mind.

Slowly the childish being playfully skipped through a foreign area, her nose buried in the scent of flora. It was truly a beautiful place, even the houses were part of the land. Just like where she fived except it was above ground instead of in the dark and in the caves. Finally the girl came to a stop, her dual gaze falling on a rather tiny child. Now who was she? Her ears perked to her slurred speech, a tattle tale on her age. Flowers love you, they show it with their blooming. Sadly they cannot talk. She voice chimed in as she looked around once more, shaking her neck slightly to adjust the ruby color that still hung loosely around her neck. Her eyes caught sight of the shadow she had been trying to avoid but in a blink of an eye it was gone, again she set her focus on the child.

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Kohaku Amarok · 09-18-2012, 09:44 AM

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Love was most definitely not on his mind. Kohaku didn't care for it, didn't understand it, didn't want it. All he needed was Amy and her motherly love. Rather, what was on the boy's mind was his supposed fiancee. Bridget and Kohaku had been promised to one another, a development that Kohaku had tried to ignore. Yet, he had been ordered to seek the younger female out and spend some time with her. Amy hadn't given him a choice in the matter, she just said it was to be. Kohaku grumbled as he walked in his lupus, his long legs and thin body were difficult to maneuver in thanks to his sudden growth spurts. It wasn't that Kohaku hated Bridget, in fact he kind of liked her when she wasn't hogging Amy's attention.

The scent of not one, but two female canines caught his attention. The boy cocked his head in curiosity as he muddled through the scents. Wolf and Wolf-dog, both female and only one was Bridget. His tail wagged at the thought of meeting a wolf-dog. They were the best of wolves and dogs, two of the better canines species. Suddenly excited, Kohaku started to run, tripping slightly over his lanky legs as he moved.

It wasn't long before the two pups came into view. Both of them were much smaller than him, and obviously younger than him. Kohaku strode forward, a goofy smile on his face as he thought about playing with them. The crushed flower didn't even register on him. Tail high and wagging, Kohaku went over to give a greeting lick to Bridget. "Hi Bridget. Who's she?" Excited emerald eyes turned to the little, black and white female, curiosity and mischief burning in his orbs.

Sura · 09-18-2012, 05:41 PM

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Her tail began to wag a storm at the arrival of one her own age. When her anxiety had calmed down, Sura's ears perked carefully as she listened to the woman's speech with the upmost attention and logic, her tiny mind whirring away at the computational possibilities of the knowledge she had shared.

"You wight dat fwower can't the talks. But you cans talks so you shoulds tells me that you wubs me. " (hover for translation) , Sura gestured towards the flower she had crushed. "Dis my fwower and I SQUASHES it cauz it no tells me it wubs me. Just bwoomin not goods enoughs cauz they do dat all da time on dere owns weder I awounds dem or nots."

Seeing another child, her tail once more wagged a happy greeting.

"Buts I'm a Sura!", she protested at the idea Kohaku hadn't verbalized of Sura being nameless. To be nameless would be an awful thing, unknown to the world. So would being unloved, having no place in the universe to call home in a warm and fuzzy place.

"You shoulds tells me dat you wubs me, too. Since I'm the biggers!", she explained, opening her paws emphatically to gesture just how much the both of them should love her. If there was a rock that fit between Sura's outstretched paws, it would have been plenty big enough to crush her to death.

Having no playmates, Sura's manners and reasoning skills were lacking, as was her speech. Her methodology of compromise was simply to ask again, and for more.Her way of instruction was to simply boss around with wild pointing and rantings of semi-tangentially related subjects. At this rate, Sura would be the laughing stock of all of her clan for her under-developed everything. It wasn't Ink's fault, as he tried his hardest to raise his adoptive sister, but in reality, it took a mother and a father, which Sura was no longer at the liberty of possessing. Her proficiency at escaping labor certainly didn't help matters.

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