dreams are bursting at the seams

[Tokyo Chance]

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http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... tokyo3.png); background-position: bottom; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding:15px; padding-bottom:0px;"> maybe tokyo could tell them a bit about all hallow's eve and this can count as a ddm challenge thread? 396 words Tokyo sat on the rocking chair in front of her den, taking advantage of the break in the rain by enjoying the meager sunlight. The chair was fairly well-wrought; Rath had done a good job of it, it was a shame he had left the pack, she could have come up with many more various woodworking projects for him to keep busy with. A small leather pouch rested on the ground beside the chair, and various blue and violet feathers stuck out from the top of the bag. Reaching down to her side, she pulled it onto her lap and rifled through it. Picking out the longest and fullest one, she set the pouch back down on the ground and positioned the feather on the edge of the green purse she was holding. Pushing needle through that cloth, she sewed the feather onto her purse. These were the feathers from the bird that Catalyst had caught; they were supposed to make necklaces with them, but she hadn't caught the young girl's scent anywhere on the territory for a while, so as far as Tokyo was concerned any claim the white child might have had on them was lost. She had already sewed five feathers onto the green purse she liked to carry around, and it was already five hundred times more beautiful. Everyone was going to be jealous when she was done, and she would still have so many leftover feathers! She had found the needle and thread in Berwick, as well as the leather pouch to hold the feathers and a pair of scissors. Maybe she'd make a necklace or something with some of the extras. The absence of Princess was getting harder to deal with. Every day it seemed clearer that she wasn't going to be coming back. All her things were gone. Sure, some of the emptiness had been replaced with Addison, but.. Still. That was just supposed to make Princess jealous when she came back. Yeah, Tokyo liked Addison alright, but it wasn't the same as your own daughter, your own flesh and blood, your own beautiful thing that you created. Colibri hadn't known anything about the situation. Tokyo would probably have to go to Cercelee, soon. Blah, she hated the idea of having to talk to her leaders. It was much better to lie low and garner the minimal amount of attention.

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[Honor Onus]

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yay!
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The newness of the world was diminishing. His eyes had been opened long enough to know what the world held. It did not mean that there were no surprises. Every turn they made held something different, but even that spontaneous aspect became familiar. They traveled together with out their dam more and more, and so the world had grown accustom to their little adventures as much as they had to the world. Honor moved along side his sister calmly and with familiar silence between them. They spoke with their eyes, bodies and faces. At time Honor found that he knew more of his sister though the slightest change of her face more then any of the words that she ever spoke. More often then not it were the things that Mamaidh and Dadaidh spoke that allowed him into their ideas and emotions. Chastity need not express in voice or words how she felt.

The black and white ringed boy traipsed over the fallen leaf littler, listening to the noises that the dried leaves gave as he stomped on them. It was quiet interesting how they sounded. Some were loud crispy crunches that told him of the demise of the leaf, while another was a softer smoosh. He idly kicked them along, watching the yellow, greens and reds rustled along the path. Eyes, one black, one white looked to the sister that mirrored his. A soft look was worn, and he watched the coyote hued girl. She looked so much like their sire, why he held the color of their mother. Of course, the white color that wrapped across his neck and bled into the black of his back and chest was from some unknown place. It was his understanding that what they looked like came from his parents, but maybe that was something special.

His shoulder touched hers, and the corners of his small mouth twitched into a content smile. The world was growing boring, even with the changes of fall and the surprised that came and went with each corner turned. Sniffing at his sister's ear Honor asked. “Do you think I’m faster then you?” It was a sudden thought, they being so different looking and yet inside at time he felt that he was just as she was. Maybe he could be a better runner? Not that he felt an inch of competition with his sister, only curiosity. Without another word between them, Honor took to his experiment. Puppy legs worked as hard as he could make them and paws took to a clumsy flight, no longer waiting to hear the death of each single leaf.

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