This land is a fairy tale

Silvano Sadira · 10-18-2012, 05:04 PM

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for Pascal (feel free to take your time)

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He was a proud father. No, he would never deny that he was proud. He was proud of his mate who had borne him two beautiful, healthy sons who were robust with life. It meant that his father's line, and his mother's line, would continue on in his sons, his beautiful sons. He remembered how he had held them, those small, wriggling little boys who only squeaked at being kept from their mother's warmth as they struggled to crawl out of his strong hands toward their pale, beautiful mother.

Now they had their own personalities and their energies were different. They were two different children, that much he understood clear as day. He looked at his eldest, his Gene, who took on so much of his coloration and only the barest from Giselle. Gene.. his heir, the boy who would inherit his legacy; he would teach the young one what it meant to be a warrior, a defender of his family, his home, and his faith.

The other, however, was a sticker situation. Silvano had no idea what to do with his second, the youngest. Pascal was not like Gene; his colors were stranger, more of a mix between the two parents. But Silvano loved him nonetheless. Perhaps he ought to spend the day with the boy, and figure out what to do with him, where his interests lay. He was at the hotel, knowing that Pascal stuck to his mother's hem like no other. A day out with his father would do him so good, for sure.

Photo taken by Luana. Table style inspired by Kitty.

Pascal Sadira · 10-19-2012, 05:36 AM

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WC: 344, OOC: mind if we set this for the 19th instead of the 18th?

The young boy had made the decision to stay inside this morning. He'd gotten lost twice now and it was a terrifying experience. There was a thrill there also, an excitement that zinged through the boy when he thought of the adventures he'd gotten up to. His encounter with Terra hadn't been as exciting- she'd touched him, picked him up and it had felt all wrong. Only the thought that she was going to return him to Mama had kept him in place, despite his fear. The day previous, he'd found himself lost in the same direction and had met Loki, breaking out of his own house. He didn't quite know what to make of the boy and had eventually made it home to tell his Mama all about what had happened. He hadn't been able to tell if she'd been pleased or not.

Therefore, today he would be staying inside, unless Mama or Papa took him out. He couldn't get lost with them. Instead, he rolled around their room, pouncing on the dust bunnies that lurked beneath the bed. They didn't taste good- he'd found that out just a few seconds prior. On contact with his saliva, it turned sludgy and sticky and he ran his tongue repeatedly against his teeth, trying to rid himself of the nasty dust. Whining softly, he crawled out from under the bed to try and find Mama, to get rid of the dust.

Her scent was weak and he came to the conclusion that she wasn't here. There was a stronger scent however and it was better than nothing. Pascal loved his father, but he often couldn't understand what his Papa was feeling and that confused him. His Mama was so easy to tell, but Eugene and Papa were difficult. Still, it was better than keeping the dust on his tongue. With a squeak, he moved to try and find his Papa. "Papa, Papa, s'thuck on'y tung!" He exclaimed, his tongue held out of his mouth to show his father the wet clumps that refused to move.

Silvano Sadira · 10-20-2012, 03:45 PM

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I be cool with that

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He heard the puppy speak before he caught site of his ambling son. Silvano looked down at the growing pup and marveled at the growth. He was getting to be so big that it almost surprised him how fast he was growing up. Had he and his sisters been this way too? He could hardly ask either of them, nor could he bring himself to struggle through a letter that might just never make it to them. If only they had not left him alone here without his family. It felt like a chain was severed from him and he was free floating in the worst place imaginable without an anchor to reality. Bitterly, he put aside that thought and gave a generous smile to his youngest son.

Kneeling before him, he wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyes dramatically to peer at the boy's tongue. He squinted, and rubbed at his chin with an inquisitiveness he did not feel. Silly boy had been eating dust bunnies. The hotel certainly was full of them, and he could hardly blame him for exploring. Pups were expected to explore and learn that way. "Well, I'd say you've got yourself a case of splotchy-tongitis. We may have to give you medicine or else your tongue will fall off!" He knew it was dust and the boy seemed to know too, but it was all in good fun.

"Papa's on the case, Pascal. Let's get that fixed up." With a laugh, he scooped the growing pup into his arms and carried him in a rush outside, smiling stupidly as he held on to him. It was nice to be silly and ridiculous now and then, especially when everything else in his life seemed so serious. There had been deaths lately and no one was happy about it. It was good to retreat to the ignorance of youth and amuse his mind with their bantering rather than worry about the pack for a few moments in his day.

Photo taken by Luana. Table style inspired by Kitty.

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