muddied roots

Pascal Sadira · 10-11-2012, 03:55 PM

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omnomnom. around midday, close to the chien hotel!

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The outside world was as such a mystery for the Sadira boy, that it was immediately desirable to him. It conflicted greatly with his need to stay close to Mama- everything felt better when he was cuddled up against her. The boys wanderlust however was large and after a morning spent romping around with Mama and Eugene, Pascal had decided that he wanted to go exploring. As it was, Mama had been a upset about him wanting to leave and the boy had cuddled up once more against her. It didn't take long for her to agree to the trip however and the little mottled boy had been excited to leave. He didn't want to go far, however and he told Mama that he would stay in sight of the Hotel.

The air was cold as Pascal stepped out, face wide in an excited grin. It was wet, an element he wasn't particularly familiar with aside from watching the 'rain' outside the window. The muddy ground beneath him posed greater fun however and after an excited squeal, the boy had dived forward and into a particularly muddy stretch of ground. His white tipped front toes were obliterated by the mud, climbing ever further as he rolled onto his back and coated himself in the gooey substance. Wriggling himself back and forward, the boy grinned up at the overcast sky, pink tongue hanging to the side to give him an altogether care-free appearance.

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Skoll Haskel · 10-13-2012, 11:27 AM

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Skoll is in Lupus ^^

we were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days

Mud squelched underneath all four paws, and the blond wolfdog clenched his jaw against the dead grouse as he proceeded to splatter his limbs and belly with the brownish gunk. Traversing this great mucky landscape, draggling his prey through it, was not his idea of fun—though he had vivid memories of the days when mud was the funnest substance in the world. He remembered bouncing around with Hati, and Lottie’s pink nose skewed up as she got messy, and more than everything else tackling his mother into the mud and listening to her growls and musical laughter ring up as she tended to her children.

The memories burned in his chest, but Skoll pushed them away stubbornly and continued to make his way toward the hotel. The changes in the pack, and his grief, had prevented him from contributing like his high rank expected him to. Now that the hurricane had passed, however, he wanted to work hard to make up for it; feeding a muddy grouse to a pack mate was just a small step in the right direction.

As the sun prince approached, however, a plain of mud before him produced a wriggling puppy-form from its center. He blinked, his jaw tightening slightly, but drew on his reserves of warmth and managed to smile as he trotted to the edge of the mud. He knew he’d played like that when he was much younger.

“A mud monster!” Skoll proclaimed, taking a seat just shy of the great puddle and dropping the grouse. He continued to stare at the happy pup as if he were on showcase, pantomiming awe.

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Pascal Sadira · 10-14-2012, 12:40 PM

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<3

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Squirming around in the mud, Pascal couldn't help little grunts and squeals of delight. The sticky sweetness of the mud that clung to him was divine and he felt the giggles of laughter peeling from him. He hadn't know what the sound was until Mama had explained it to him, the day he'd asked. Eugene had laughed as well and the brothers had soon fallen into fits of giggles, though neither of them entirely knew why. Now, Pascal recognised the 'happiness' in him- Mama had told him that laughter was for happy people and that the reason he laughed was to express this. After a furrowed look at Mama, he'd nodded his little head and continued on.

Now, however, there was a voice he didn't recognise. He froze, mismatched eyes searching and finding only mud for the moment. Laying on his side, legs splayed out in the mud, he was facing away from the source of the noise. He did, however, recognise the words and it sent a tingly feeling through him. Where? He cried, fear and his youth colouring the tones a high pitched whine. He moved, faster than anything he'd ever moved before, mud-soaked coat weighing him down as he attempted to get away from the mud 'monster'- for he knew exactly what a monster was and what it could do.

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Skoll Haskel · 10-17-2012, 08:57 PM

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Bahahah. <3

we were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days

The small brown and grey puppy froze when he heard the Captain’s voice, sprawled comically in the mud in silence for a few heartbeats until his small voice burst into a questioning whine. Skoll realized his mistake in the jest, green eyes watching helplessly as the chubby little cub bounced up then began to sprint through the mud, fleeing the supposed monster Skoll had pointed out.

“Oh—Pascal, wait!” the creamy-yellow wolfdog shouted after him, remembering his name, and sprang on four legs through the gunk in an attempt to run around in front of the child. “It’s gone now,” he tried to reassure the boy, wearing the brightest and most everything-is-okay smile he could while shaking his head. “You scared it off, I think! You look like a mud monster, just like that, and it must’ve been frightened at how big and tough you look.” He knew from his own childhood just how far a little ego-inflating could go, and he desperately hoped this would be the case for the little Sadira. He didn’t want him telling his parents how the Haskel boy had scared him, anyway.

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Pascal Sadira · 10-18-2012, 12:39 PM

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His panic and fear were palpable as he tried to get his legs to move faster. He often considered himself brave, desperately wanted to slay dragons and rescue maidens (whatever they were) like those in Mama's stories. He longed for the day that he was big enough to perform such feats, but for now, he was frightened. He wanted to run and hide, to huddle under his mother and let her deal with this mud monster. How he hadn't seen it, he had no idea. His name was called, dark brown ears flickering back to catch the words. At the same time, he picked up on the thump of paws on the ground and for a moment, he thought it was coming for him.

Instead of the dark, oozing monster he'd considered, the golden wolf who'd warned him about said monster stepped in front of him. He skidded, narrowly avoiding contact with the wolf, breath panting out of him. The words rang in his ears and he paused, his little head whipping back and forward. He could see no monster and thought perhaps the male had it right. He cowered still, unwilling to really turn around. But the other male was speaking again and Pascal perked up. "Weally?" He breathed, the disbelief, and hope, lightening his voice to an almost whisper. "I's look scawy!" He turned in a quick movement, a 'ferocious' growl coming from him.

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Skoll Haskel · 10-22-2012, 08:12 AM

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Bahahah. <3

we were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days

Skoll was glad that the child hadn’t changed direction and run off, instead managing to skid to a halt, white and coffee paws pressed into the gunk that splattered the older canine’s chest and legs. The little one was like a bellows as he tried to regain his breath, though Skoll’s breathing was calm as always, the chase not tiring him out. He glanced down in concern at the small male, watching Pascal look around to test the validity of his words about the vanished mud monster, and cracked a smile at the breathy whisper.

“Really,” the young man confirmed, the lie coming easily; Pascal’d looked just as frightened as any mud monster would, and too cute to really frighten more than a beetle. He knew this was the way of children, though, and boys liked to be scary and formidable. He wondered if, in time, Pascal really would get there and be able to protect the Court with the high pitched growl that burst from his chest.

Skoll jumped slightly at the noise then grinned sheepishly at the child. “We’re safe now; you really gave them something to think about,” he praised. “And now we can have fun in the mud!” He jumped forward then, one foreleg stretching out on either side of the boy, bouncing his chin down between Pascal’s ears and hoping to transfer some of his mud over as well as give him another excuse to run away and around.

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Pascal Sadira · 10-22-2012, 12:44 PM

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Now that the terror of the chase was wearing off, Pascal could feel the bravery that had evaded him coming back. With it came the physical change in him- his chest puffed out, his shoulders relaxed and his head came up, ears standing up and mismatched eyes bright. He'd scared off the mud monster and the fact that he'd managed to do it without facing the monster had given him an ego boost that was visible to the other male. His reassurance caused a grin to the boy, a rare smile for a stranger. His growl made him feel better and he giggled as the golden male jumped slightly.

The male's reassurance that they were safe made him head shake happily from side to side and he pranced from one paw to the other for the moment. It was getting difficult to move, the air on his mud-slick body making the mud dry and crack. So as the man suggested they could play in the mud again, he gave a squeal of delight and bounded forward, careening across the mud and slipping once more. He hit the ground, as seemed to be his method of stopping at the moment. Using a slick paw, the boy tried to flick some mud at his impromptu play mate.

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