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Dahlia de Main was certainly going to take some getting used to, Catalyst could tell you that. The German spoken female was feeling slightly out of place, and from an age where you were this small, the world was indeed overwhelming, too big, and never ending. Too much to see, smell, touch, explore, get involved with. It seemed so... overwhelming here, and the biggest difference was with mother things seemed so simplistic, in a close-minded world almost. There was certainly a lot of travel made up until this far where her mother decided to drop her and her siblings off, and for awhile Catalyst was wondering when they would all pick up the pace again to relocate somewhere else for a change, just like how she was remembering things up until this point.
It was almost dusk, and well, Catalyst certainly didn't feel like coming back into the safe catacombs of the church just yet for the night. Miss Cercelee would be highly displeased by such an action (and Catalyst had been nothing but generous to their guardian so far), but wanderlust and intuition to explore around Dahlia more was one that Catalyst simply couldn't shake, it suddenly escalated into a craving addiction to go forth and continue to scope this place out. If Cercelee was to catch her by the scruff, then so be it, but Catalyst would first begin to venture as far away from the church as possible, and into more conspicuous areas. The ivory female was in her Optime form, wandering about, slinking through the shadows. The coming of nighttime proved to be fun, for there were nocturnal insects and creatures buzzing and skittering about, and when one happened to cross her path, she obliged by chasing right after it. The coming nightfall was giving her a rush indeed, and she didn't want to end it anytime soon, curfew or not.
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Night had fallen upon the lands that she was living in, and she knew that she wasn’t really suppose to skip borders and make the whole land of Souls her own play toy. The cinnamon colored girl looked be hide her as she snorted as she quickly ran into the pack lands. Ava sat down as she shook her tail kicking her back leg up to starch her back ear. Pride, shimmered from her golden eyes as she looked around, no one had caught her. She jumped up as she walked into the pride lands her head held high and her tail up waving as she pranced closer to the church. The shimmered with pride, pride in the fact that she was once again able to slip away and not be caught.
Seeing the white lump of fur in the shadow she knew in her gut that it was her sister, she flicked her ears back blasted, she had been caught and she was sure that she was going to tell her that she should be home, however shouldn’t she? The goodie goodie of the litter? Ava blinked as she smiled at her sister flicking her ears back forwards pushing them to sit up. ”Shouldn’t you be with Cercelee” She questioned her sister in their native German tongue.
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Her spirits and natural predatory nature surged through her veins, giving her a whole new feeling of adrenaline not yet experienced before. Like a drug, this was becoming her vice, and for the more considerate section of her conscious that bode her to simply turn around and head back home, well, it was fading farther and farther into her mind's oblivious. Thrill drunk on exploring in the darkest of shadows tonight, Catalyst simply wanted to be one with them; moving in a fluid like motion, protected by their dark sheath, but she could see everything else on the outside from a safe distance within these shadows.
However, these shadows decided to fail her at this point, for a familiar German lick made itself known in the still air, and for a second the young girl's fur prickled along her spine, and her addictive adrenaline was shot another dose that made it uncomfortable rather than welcoming, Turning, her dual hued eyes caught the gleam of her younger, cinnamon colored sister, Avarice. At the question, Catalyst couldn't help but smirk. "Nicht sollte ich der sein, der sie um den bittet?" Spoken with a quirked brow, seeing as how it was amusing for Avarice to ask such a question that would be deemed more like an authorative question to come from Catalyst's mouth if she was the one who happened to ask that inquiry about Avarice. Knowing Avarice, she had already declared herself to be the one who was the most rebellious of the litter, so seeing Avarice out at this time of hour was actually no surprise for Catalyst whatsoever. "Die nacht ist interessant." Catalyst simply said with a shrug, but one could tell there was a mischevious gleam in her eyes, one that wasn't so shrugged off like her words told.
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The child blew off her sister’s first question really Avarice had no issues walking away from the house that they were staying in, to go for a fun little walk though out the later hours of the night, and why not after all someone had to keep Sly upon his toes and not let him sleep the whole day away. She twitched her lips as her golden eyes watched her sister, moving closer in the child sat down watching her like some freak of Mother Nature. Avarice, gave a nod. Yes the night was full of many things, stuff that didn’t come out though out the day, stuff that changed once the light was gone for a few hours. With a hoot from an owl the child flicked up her ear figuring out how far away it was, she tossed her ears back knowing that owl where big enough to make a meal out of them. ”I love the night; it's so different from the day!” She said with an almost purr to her voice, as she closed her eyes for a few seconds drifting off to lala land.
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The night had been silent all around them, until the hoot of an owl echoed through the still of the air, causing Catalyst's small triangular ears to turn in tune with that of her sister's, and focus upon the large bird that was seemingly eyeing the two and sizing them up. Indeed, the two were so small that it could be formidable lunch for the large owl, but Catalyst knew that herself and Avarice could probably take care of that bird together with no problem (or at least she liked to think that). Keeping her dual eyes upon the owl, her voice hitched in a whisper to her sister, mumbling the language only her sister and her could understand, and grew up with. "Sachen sind hier merkwurdig, aber sie sortieren von erinnern mich an ausgangsfast recht?" Well, thinking about it, they never really did have a set home to go to as they traveled a lot with their mother, but things here certainly seemed a little out of the ordinary as one grew used to them.
Avarice expressed her adoration for the night, and of course Catalyst couldn't help but silently agree with a fervent nod. Beyond the hoot of the owl were other sounds, sights, smells, and movement in the darkness, Catalyst knew there was. It was really taking a matter of courage and actually going out in the shadows to find such things, in which Catalyst could feel her heart beat quicken at the mystique of the night. Seeing as how Avarice merely drifted off to sleep for a moment or so, Catalyst nudged her muzzle and nose forward to poke her back awake. "Wir konnen nicht jetzt schlafen! Angegangen, lasst gehen erforschen, dort sind sachen, die wir entdecken mussen!" She urged her sister to get up on her paws and start following along (and if she didn't, well, Catalyst would either pester her to or drag her along, either way). Looking back to Avarice with a glitter of mischief in her two different hued eyes, the ivory pup began walking further through the dark, hoping her sister would follow in toe (because in reality, she didn't want to be the only one meddling around in darkness by herself!)
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Her head bopped down, and then jolted back up and then the soft touch of her sister. The cinnamon kissed child gave a yawn with a nod. She needed to stop nodding off! She gave a nod as she stood up and stretched her frame out. She looked to her snow white sister, with a nod as she smiled and found her place at her side. She gave a wag of her tail, the thought of finding something neat and really cool and bring it back and sharing it with Roul thrilled her. Lets go! Maybe she could find some type of human like toy that they use to play with.
She rolled up onto the tips of her toes as she looked at her sister. For some one that was always doing good things and hardly ever caused any issues, it was nice to see one of her siblings come over to the dark side of life, going out late when they both knew full well that they should be with the rest of the litter and with Sly and Cercelee, but they were not. They were out and playing with in the nights shadows. She twisted her face into a mischievous grin as she play bowed to her sister, then took a lunge at her, growling. Her tail madly wagging and whipping around her lowered frame.
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Seeing as how Avarice was soon to wake back up instantly, the ivory pup’s tail wagged at this fervently. The relationship Catalyst and Catharsis had been interesting enough and was always changing by the minute, but the relationship between Catalyst and Avarice was something to behold as well. Avarice seemed to give the adventure that Catalyst wanted on a typical basis, being that her younger sister was so damn rebellious about everything that came her way, Catalyst was thoroughly amused by how Avarice acted most of the time. Avarice was actually a puppy that Catalyst could play with without getting in a fight like she did with Catharsis that was on a serious basis; it was just one of those relationships that she held, and for Avarice’s sake, Catalyst seen her as quite neutral and fun on her terms.
The darkness kept the constant supply of adrenaline going in her, knowing that this act that the two were committing was surely disobedient and dangerous in the eyes of their guardians, but Catalyst didn’t care whatsoever (and apparently neither did Avarice on a constant basis). Watching as Avarice lowered into a play bow, Catalyst’s tail wagged at a more frenzied pace as she issued a yip (one that wasn’t too loud, however, for their guardians might hear them outside!) Her sister than took a lunge at her, in which Avarice successfully landed her mark, knocking the alabaster pup over. Being the first born of the litter, Catalyst liked to think that she was bigger and better than the rest of her siblings, but in this case it was equal for the two sisters. Seeing as how Avarice now had the upper paw, Catalyst would be below her nipping gently at her neck, cheek, and what she could get of the tawny girl’s ears. Sometimes she would nip at blank air, and her teeth would snap together shut. It was hard to tell where Avarice was at the moment, even while she was above her! Playing in the night was certainly very different than playing in the daytime, and it seemed to be more of anticipation frenzy just because Catalyst could barely see Avarice looming over her, so she didn’t know where her sister would strike next!
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