Explorers, Unite!

Sylvie Ciel · 02-25-2010, 03:17 PM

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It's been a week since Sylvie's nightmares began, SO. Might as well start into the pups meeting up, eh? ;P

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Sylvie had been sitting there, watching a mound of leaves she had stumbled upon for a creature that lay inside. Having successfully escaped from the business as usual back at the Chien Hotel, the whelp had found herself wandering aimlessly through Cour Des Miracles territory. As per usual, she seemed to have left her partner in crime behind, under Alaine's watchful eye and the incoming presence of more lessons. At this point, the six month old believed she knew more than these basic lessons would give her- she hunted better than Caillen did, little white paws silent upon the crunching of the snow, scouted better than he did, those vivid violet gems scanning everything with the utmost precision, and certainly was better at sneaking away that he was.

She felt bad, being so much better adapted to doing the tasks of menial, everyday survival than her dreamer was... leaving him behind so commonly tugged at her heartstrings in a way she had yet to understand. And yet, in it's own way, it was almost better that he not successfully chase after her. This way, she wouldn't have to worry about him as much- as she constantly did- with him safely back at the hotel while she was out 'adventuring'. Though Caillen was obviously larger, stronger, and certainly capable of doing things Sylvie would never be able to accomplish on her own, the chocolate fae still worried about her slate and blue comrade. Acting almost like a second mother to him, the child she-dog always seemed to be prodding the larger hybrid away from danger, trying to help him see the ground before him as well as the stars above the clouds he so often seemed to frequent.

But alas, she had left him behind yet again, so these constant worryings and attentive mother-ings were off and elsewhere. So, her solitary searching and sightseeing had led the lilac and white border collie to this strange, leafy pile, hidden by frost and a few blobs of newly fallen snow. The scents drifting from the amusing, musty pile of autumn's leave had captured the energetic girl's attention- they were animal, surely, but what kind, she was not totally sure. Back on focus again, the child decided she knew that something... something living... something breathing was definitely under there.

Her stance stiffened a bit as she sent a few of the crunchy colors flying in the chilled wind around her, curiously burrowing her white-marked muzzle into the newly exposed hole. Diligent violet gems caught movement within the mound as she opened it up still more. Finally, whatever it was had noticed her. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light beneath the leaf-pile, the young fae cocked her head and raised an invisible brow as she discovered the inhabitant was nothing more than a little mouse. Burrowing in the rest of the way, the collie sent the mouse scurrying, laughing as it dashed over her half-in, half-out body to get away from the large creature that had invaded it's nest. Finally, with a plop, the girl was lost beneath the brush and leaf pile, giggling at the smells under it all. Wolf, mouse, fox, and various other animals had come into contact with the silly free-floating vegetation at some point before it had reached this pile here, explaining her difficulties in figuring out what was inside earlier.

Her head popped out from beneath the leaves, spitting out the fallen vegetation before retreating back into the pile again. Curiosity peaked from the tyke as she poked about some of her little house, refilling the hole she had come in through and leaving the roof open. The leaves, it appeared, had frozen into a dome of sort, giving it some structure, but as she moved, it attempted to fall down on her. Grumbling from under the silly lot of nature, she pushed and prodded them all back into place, and, grinning with triumph, was awarded a leaf hut beig enough for two. Happy, she let out an excited bark, only to have the whole thing fall on her. Lost beneath the leaves and a few blobs of snow, the little body of the silly collie wriggled and squirmed about, until finally her head came back into sight again from above the pile, a frown plastered on her maw.

"Silly leaves... you're supposed to stay up!" She said, laughing suddenly as she wriggled out of the pile and took up a seat nearby, beneath a tree. Mismatched ears flickered as she took to licking at her paws, now more grey than white from the dirt in the leaf-pile. This was a strange habit for a dog- it befit a cat more than the collie pup- but she decided she needed to look less messy and more normal if she ever planned to go back to the Chien Hotel with a workable excuse.

Amethyst eyes narrowed at her paws after she finished, deciding on if they were satisfactory, and then focused on the tree the lupus-form canine leaned against. Closing her eyes, she imagined what it would have looked like with leaves- big, green, luxuriant leaves that were far prettier on the tree than in many colors at the base. I wonder if all these leaves came from this tree...? As she pondered this, she realized something rather hard to have overlooked in the first place. How did the leaves get into the pile they had been in before? That mouse obviously didn't have the power to move them all into a nice, neat pile. Perhaps there was another wolf around that she had missed?

On guard despite her rather relaxed position, Amethyst gems opened and looked about the scene before them, taking note of any interesting phenomena she had missed prior.

Talk. Think. Walk.

Amaranth Catori · 02-26-2010, 10:25 PM

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ooc text!Enter Amaranth

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Amaranth yawned as she stretched out. Kable wasn't in there room maybe daddy had come and gotten him. Why was she left behind? Grumbling she looked around and went out to get something to eat. She was tired and bored yawning again she shook out her coat. Man being a puppy was great and her ever growing body was changing with everyday. She was four months old almost five and her once small body was now much bigger. She was quite the character that grew with each day.

Looking around the kitchen she found half eaten food and smiled as she went for it. She was so hungry and intended to eat until she was full. She was becoming an independent wolf and hated being told what to do. She had begun to become cocky and would tell her mom what to do. She had gain confidence and fear. Both caused her to act strange and over act to certain things.

Finishing what she had found she licked her chops as she went for the door. She knew it'd most likely be cold but she wanted to find something to do. As long as she stayed near or in the pack lands she would be safe. Pushing the door open with her mud colored paws she took in a deep breath of the fresh air. It was so nice out and she wanted to find others to play with.

Amaranth looked at her paws as she grumbled looking out into the horizon she gave a final yawn and went off. Looking back one last time at the house she smiled. Ha she'd show her mommy and vigi that she'd be ok. Finally she was ready to go and find out what the day would hold. She knew that there were puppies at the hotel but it seemed so far away. Smiling she decided to go towards it but not right at the hotel.

Placing one paw in front of the other she hummed to herself as she started singing in french. It was a song her mother used to sing when they were smaller she knew that it was silly but she couldn't help it. "Ah! Vous dirais-je, Maman: Ah! vous dirais-je, Maman, Ce qui cause mon tourment Papa veut que je raisonne, Comme une grande personne." Smiling she continued singing her song as she looked for others to play with. She was getting close to someone and didn't even know it. She hadn't been paying attention.

Stopping she looked around her crystal purple orbs scanned the land as she noticed another puppy. The other was bigger then her and was most likely older then she was. She didn't say anything as she walked towards the other. She wondered how far from the hotel she was. Most likely pretty far since she had noticed she was traveling in an odd way fairly off from where she should have been heading. She wondered who the other was she hadn't seen the other though mom tried to keep them home. She figured it was because it was so cold out but she didn't care.

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Sylvie Ciel · 02-26-2010, 11:11 PM

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OOC: Tongue Alainey Laine, whenever you return, feel free to jump in! <3

WC: 640

Gems of deep violet glinted in the sunlight as their owner nodded to herself in satisfaction. Whoever had made the leaf pile no longer seemed to be around... and she preferred it that way. Being alone often lead to the best times of day- silent time. This was when the wind would sing and dance for an invisible audience, the ocean would laugh and tell jokes, and the trees would whisper among themselves about their entertaining neighbors. This was the time Sylvie would be the farthest back in thought, remembering all the old days- back in Florida and just after her arrival in Cour Des Miracles. From the past, her mother's haunting tyrant behaviors, her adopted father's disgusted glares... and from the present and recent past, wonderful smiles and gleeful playtime, glimmering shards of sunny hope and brilliant sapphire gems... a sigh escaped the child's maw as she lounged still farther back into her tree.

Complete opposites, it seemed her early life and current life were... pain and work versus praise and play time. Though one might never understand the full, terrible nature of Sylvie's scarred memories and twisted views, it was at least obvious her life now was far better than the one prior. Things never turned bad around here- even when she and Caillen had been confronted by a snake, Alaine, her now adopted mother, had swooped in and rescued them both from sure disaster. It was amazing, how she managed to slay the serpent in a single movement, leaving Sylvie speechless and Caillen... on the ground. Chuckling as she thought back on this, the girl was thankful once again that Caillen was back at the Hotel and not out with her today. If he fainted like that in the face of danger, they would never get anywhere past the treeline surrounding the hotel without Alaine's supervision. Imagining a 'family' trip out to see her sister, Ruri, Sylvie slipped back into the real world again, a chilled wind biting at her exposed ears.

Mismatched harks flicked forward suddenly into the breeze, picking up on some kind of chanting... or... singing? Blinking thoughtfully, cream maw directed itself towards the source of the sounds, little chocolate nose picking up on a strange scent. Though it was unusual, this scent was not unfamiliar- there was one just like it around the Chien Hotel from time to time. Perhaps this was one of the inhabitants? As the singer grew closer, the singing grew louder, and Sylvie became able to make out words... Harks swiveled forward as it became apparent the song was in french. Sylvie listened and understood the words, being near-fluent in French, but found that the common translation didn't quite make sense to her. It sounded silly, this strange song- especially in English- but, Sylvie decided, for someone to be singing it, it had to mean something to them, right? All attention focused on the moving brush before her, not a single muscle moving. Who would emerge...?

The 6 month old lilac collie watched with interest as a younger pup, some sort of hybrid, appeared from the direction of the hotel, stopping to survey her surroundings. One eyebrow arched as the she-whelp took note of the lounging Sylvie and set a course straight for her, apparently over her singing habit. Half-amused, half-interested, the older girl stood up from her sprawled position, all four of those soft white paws firmly upon the crinkling leaves she had scattered earlier. Thoughtful now, Sylvie searched for her manners... but in which language should she address the younger dog? She obviously spoke French... but did she know any English?

Deciding to find out, Sylvie offered a mixed greeting to the red and white hybrid approaching her. "Bonjour miss," She began, watching for a response from the fiery female. "Mon nom est Sylvie Ciel. What's yours?"

Talk. Think. Walk.

Caillen Winters · 02-27-2010, 11:12 AM

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ooc: sorry for how long this took! i'm exhausted - i have so many assignments to write up! its 1am, lololol XD Sorry for the wee bit of PP!

The air was crisp and cool against his fluffy ivory cheeks as the young boy sat on his haunches, his livid ice-blue eyes attentively gazing up at the sky. A fluffy white cloud drifted lazily across the weak sun and he imagine all the sorts of shapes it could become.

Today was a day not unlike any other in Caillen's short life. He woke to find Sylvie gone, had just been out of his room when Alaine had whipped past muttering something about careless men with over-sized egos and unpredictable horses before she, too, had left. So he was all alone now, because today nobody in particular was boarding at the Chien Hotel where he, his mother, and his best friend had bunkered down to create a home.

He thought of Sylvie now, with a slight frown. The pair were close as conjoined twins, but for when the little girl's paws began to itch, and when not even his melodic dreamer's voice could keep her from nervous fidgeting. Then she would take her thoughts and disappear, leaving behind only a mysterious shroud of silence and the soft scent of lavender and sheep. He could smell her now as he sat on the rotting wood of the hotel's old front porch, and wondered absently why he'd never thought to follow her before.

There were two things Caillen were good at. One was storytelling, and the other was using his big, shiny-black nose. There was a peculiar mixture of collie and wolf in the young slate pup, for his huge paws were herald of what would eventually become a huge frame, but his strange blue-grey pelt and tan dashings was clearly exotic only to the breeds of dog. Caillen had no fighting ability within him, as had been proved by many fruitless games of wrestling with Sylvie, but if being constantly beaten by a girl upset him then Caillen never showed it. Besides, there was nobody better to be beaten by - Sylvie was sharp as a tack, and drank in information with much more avid interest than the boy. he was content just to be, watching those fluffy white clouds roll on by, sometimes pausing to swat at his nose with one large ivory paw.

There was only one way that Caillen had the upper hand over Sylvie, and that was through his wolf side. The boy had raw instincts buried deep, deep within him; So far submerged they seemed invisible, till a particular moment would pull them to the surface of his conscience and bam!, something incredibly unpredictable would happen. Today was one of those days, because as he sat watching the sheep-like cumulus and the wispy cirrus and breathed deeply of the girl's distinctly girl scent, he decided to track her.

Now, when Caillen actually got it through the fogs of his mind to do something, there was surprisingly little anybody could do to stop him. Beneath that dreamer's expression was a fierce determination, just ready to leap out. Mama would say no, but that thought was no more than a passing wraith through his head as the young boy rose, stretched, and then lowered his charcoal snozz to the wood. He took a deep breath, sneezing slightly as musty wood particles stung his nostrils, before setting off at a defiant trot. He was surprisingly good at tracking, when he bothered to. It was a matter of concentration and willpower that he lacked, not talent, and his wolfish nose was easily able to follow the fresh tracks. Sylvie hadn't been making any attempt to hide her scent, as Alaine had taught them to do on one of their many excursion lessons into the wide, dangerous world the young mother saw. And even though his mind noted that fact, nor did he stop to place careful pawpads on rocks and dewy grasses that would prevent his own scent from clinging to the path. With both of the pups smells dotting the line behind them, they made an easy trail for any who wished to follow.

It wasn't long till the scent grew strong enough that Caillen knew it was fresh, probably by minutes. Sylvie had just passed through here, moving at a regular, unhurried pace. His small puppy muscles shivered with excitement, and then a wash of confusion. Why had he followed her in the first place? He'd been back at the hotel watching clouds last he recalled, and then... Well, here he was, still trailing her scent like a sniffer-hound! He should feel betrayed, or in the least, slightly miffed. She had, after all, left him behind again; But instead, all he could feel was a building anticipation, and a mystifyingly strange feeling in the pit of his gut.

He wouldn't, until many years into adulthood, finally recognize that feeling as dread.

For a moment, the youth considered calling out, before deciding against it almost immediately. It was much more fun stalking her like this, where he could sneak up and formulate a surprise-attack pounce, or something of the sort. Trotting forward again, the boy was subconsciously careful to keep close to the thick scrub and out of sight. When soft French singing, in a definitely girly voice, began to drift in from the north Caillen sniffed in confusion. That didn't smell like Sylvie, but what other young girls could sing in French? He recognized brief snippets of the song, for though he couldn't speak it very well, Caillen had heard Sylvie talk it so much that he was beginning to take it on as a second language.

The singing got closer and closer. He waited until it stopped, then listened to the careless puppy's feet crunch on the dead leaves, closer and closer to his hiding spot. With a wicked grin still on his little ivory maw, the boy crouched down only to launch himself out, not realizing his mistake until it was too late. His large body moved just in time to tumble harmlessly into the strange young girl, knocking them both to the ground.

"Hey, you're n-n-not Sylvie!" Caillen protested meekly, preparing to be mauled by some angry young girl.

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Amaranth Catori · 02-27-2010, 08:10 PM

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oocShe's such a rude little brat.

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Amaranth had found herself something to do since there was now another in the area. She had decided not to go to the hotel and to find out what the other young pup was up too. though it wasn't any of her business she felt the urge to make it hers. She had been on her way towards the other unknowing that another pup awaited in the bushes.

She hadn't been singing anymore and had found herself very focused on getting to the other as she was knocked off her feet. Amaranth took in a sharp breath as she hit the ground with a crash. Who was the stupid idiot who knocked her over. amaranth glared at the male puppy as she stood shaking off her pelt. "No duh I'm not who ever you were looking for." She didn't know the pups name but she knew who he was. He was the healer lady's son. She couldn't think of his name but she was certain that he was him. "Your an idiot you can't go around tackling random wolves I could have killed you if I wanted to" A mere bluff but that didn't matter he didn't know that she could or couldn't.

Maybe it was a good thing and maybe it was a bad thing that her uncle had come to live here. He promised to teach her how to fight when she got older and it made her very excited to know that he would teach her how to deal with fools like this boy. She didn't enjoy dealing with those who were of lesser intelligence then her. Granted she didn't know how smart he may or may not be. She looked at him with her crystal purple eyes she was sizing him up trying to get a feel for what he may or may not be.

Now she hadn't even had a chance to get to the other female who seemed to be approaching as she spoke in both French and English Amaranth looked at her. Now she was kinda certain she knew who the boy was. Her mother had told her about how Alaine the healer had a son and taken in a female pup. She had no idea what their names were well she knew the female pups name thanks to both pups who had said it.

So no what was his name? Looking at Sylvie how the heck could this boy mistake her for her? They looked very different. "I'm Amaranth Catori." She said very proudly. Ever since her uncle had come he had told her stories of where he and her mother used to live. How they were royalty so that ment she was descended from royalty which made her a very important wolf, well in her own mind. "Who are you?" She asked addressing the pup who had tackled her. She still wasn't very happy she had been on the reciving end of that. Looking at him she waited his reply hoping to get his name.

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Sylvie Ciel · 03-01-2010, 10:37 PM

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OOC: <3s to Alaaaaaine. And HOMG... she is a bit rude. O:

SHORRRRRRT. I apologise. XD Running a little low on muse today... excruciatingly tired.

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After her greeting, it seemed the girl was a tad occupied- perhaps she had been wrong about using both languages? Frowning slightly, the young lilac waited patiently for the red and white husky pup to come within reach... and stared in shock at what happened next. Caillen came crashing through the underbrush, flying straight into the girl she had never seen before, knocking her off her feet in a fit of growls. As Caillen realized his mistake, Sylvie again simply stared, her mouth slightly open.

What was he doing here, let alone taking out poor, innocent little pups? At the stream of insults coming out of the younger whelp's mouth, her thoughts shifted in a different direction. Sylvie's jaw snapped shut and creamy paws quickly propelled her to the scene, taking up a location nearer to Caillen than Amaranth, but still between the two of them. Inwardly, she imagined taping the younger dog's mouth shut for being quite so harsh, but outwardly she agreed with her. Caillen should have been paying better attention, after all... right?

"Oh! I'm so sorry, he... he's usually better at telling me from other dogs." She shot a slightly disgruntled glance at the slate and blue boy she had come to care so deeply for. He needed to be more careful... and what was he doing out here anyway? Didn't Alaine constantly keep him under lock and key?

Mixed emotions swirled about underneath that silky chocolate fur of hers as the younger hybrid offered her name to Sylvie... though, in a far prouder manner than expected. Slightly taken aback, Sylvie stared for a moment at the young mixed breed before looking back to her close comrade, expecting him to answer Amaranth's question. She at least deserved that, after being taken out by some strange, larger, maniacal blue and grey hybrid. But despite all this, only one question whirled about the young girl's mind... What are you doing out here, Caillen?

Talk. Think. Walk.

Caillen Winters · 03-22-2010, 10:21 AM

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It took a moment for him to fully understand this strange situation. The little girl, who clearly was not his Sylvie, had straightened up and turned on her bashful attacker, and Caillen had sunk low to the ground in a submissive crouch, eying her with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. He could still smell Sylvie in the air, but the Ciel girl was certainly not the young princess who glared down at him now, her words coming out in sharp and snappy tones.

" I... I... I..."

He stuttered uselessly, the words stuck firmly in his throat. The slate wolf-dog, though probably a full head taller than the proud little miss now giving him a what-for, was clearly the less dominant of the pair. In fact, were it not for his size, it may have seemed that the girl's unruly bluff had some substance behind it. As it were, though, the scene seemed entirely comical - Amaranth was a pretty picture with anger lighting up her face, dwarfed as she was by the slowly standing Cai.

Alas, his savior! Sylvie had finally arrived, and the boy took a deep breath to steady his uneasy sounds, those round owlish sky-blue eyes warming to his friend with a look of undying gratitude, a look that said, save me from this pint-sized monster! No wonder girls were such frightful things!

It was Sylvie's turn to speak, and she immediately assumed the mature persona between the three, her voice far too adult to have come from her young maw. She apologized gently for Caillen's misbehaviors, and the young adolescent peered bashfully across at Amaranth, before lowering his wondrous gaze to his ivory paws. They shuffled nervously on the leafy ground, and the pup made as if to observe them carefully, though his attention was clearly on the two Fae's. He had become very quiet, and if one had not been sure of his persona, they could have assumed that the poor fellow was mute.

In spite of Sylvie's interjections, Amaranth still seemed particularly miffed with him. Caillen could sense her pride and anger, still thrumming in the air, and he tried failingly to hide his goofy form behind that of the much smaller, much more slender Sylvie. When the strange girl quipped up her own name, and then asked him a question, the slate and ivory pup found two sets of pretty eyes upon him. It was like standing in a very, very bright spotlight, under keen judgment, and Caillen felt the words withering in her maw again.

"M-m-my n-n-n... N-n-n... I am c-c-called... My n-n-name is C-c-c..."

His soft, gentle tone was broken by the heavy stuttering, and an embarrassed flush quickly crept up over his cheeks. If Alaine was here, she would tut and sigh; The young healer had tried everything to cure her son of his speech impediment, but thus far, it was to no avail. The stuttering came and went like a bad cold, made notably worse by stress, fright, or any heavy emotion really. Soft sapphire gaze rose pleadingly to Sylvie, the sentence withering in his throat, his vocals thrumming silent again in a soft, barely audible whine.

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Amaranth Catori · 03-24-2010, 10:00 AM

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oocI know she's got a heart.

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Amaranth had been raised to be careful and was raised with much better manners then those that she was showing and what she hated most was being refured to as a dog. The girl that she had seen had mannaged to come closer and come to the aid of the older male puppy caillen. If Amaranth had wanted to she could have tackled him back but she knew both mom and Vigilante would have words for her then. As Caillen stammered with the word I Amaranth returned her gaze to the girl.

The girl seemed to be kind but the girl had said the one thing that had irked Amaranth the most for a while. Dog she was no dog. She was a young wolf a half breed at most but no dog. Her mother was a wolf and raised her as a wolf she may look like her dog like father but she herself was no dog. Standing as tall as she could looking at Sylvie she gave a light growl then spoke with determination. "I'm no dog I'm a wolf" She said looked at her. "Din't ever confuse me with a dog again." She ment it she had spent very little time with her father but with other wolves she had never considered herself a dog.

Looking bock at the boy now who had started to speak again but studdered and stammered and couldn't even finish his thought. Amaranth gave a bit of a smile as she looked at him. "A couple days with my mom and you'd never do that again." She said with a bit of jest. Her mother had taught both her and her brother from day one how to talk and how to act. She though had some inner demons and needed to deal with them.

Looking at him again she shrugged not wanting to be bored with two pups that were so weird. She said maybe there is something fun to do around here or back at vigi's house. She thought. She had come to see these two pups that she had heared so much about but she wasn't sure if she wanted to hang with them now or if they would want to be around her. Either way not much bugged her and she was quite happy. She had come to see that not many things bother her and that was fine.

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Sylvie Ciel · 04-04-2010, 12:20 PM

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OOC: *Ish such a late poster.*

Oof. Sorries, been a bit hectic lately... << Grades have been slipping, parents have been freaking... yeah.

WC: 683

Poor Caillen- the sweet, bashful boy was being given the tongue-lashing of his short career, and by a whelp certainly smaller than he. When Sylvie summoned such authority as this child did, he never shrunk back in confusion and terror as he did now, unsure of how to repute versus such a fiery hybrid as Amaranth. She was obviously a hybrid, at that- red and white like a husky, but built as if mixed between the two, despite her short stature at this age.

Sylvie frowned thoughtfully as she decided on a grand course of action to divert Amaranth's attention from Caillen... but it seemed, her earlier comment, meant to be an apology for her childhood crush's actions, had quite the opposite effect. Instead of the husky girl taking it in stride and calming, she seemed to become ever more agitated- but this time, with Sylvie as the victim to her childish wrath. What is going on...?

Eyes widened in surprise as the strangely wise collie plotted a course of response. Not a dog? But she so obviously was! Even if it turned out the young female was a hybrid, she certainly did not show it physically. She was built almost just as Sylvie was, like that of a pure-bred dog, and her crimson and cream colors only served to emphasize that fact. Frown deepened upon young fairy maw as the lilac lovely came upon a hopefully not... degrading response to argue her side of the case. Just about anything could set her off... With this in mind, Sylvie chose her words carefully.

"I hate to say it, but you look more like a dog, like me, than a wolf, like him. Perhaps it will be more obvious as you grow...?"

In spite of Sylvie's interjections, Amaranth still seemed particularly miffed with Caillen. Her pride and anger, still sparking in the air, even caused the much larger brute to try and hide his goofy form behind slender, agile Sylvie. Feeling a tad protective of the slate and ivory male, Sylvie did her best to play his shield in the matter. As Caillen was addressed for his name in response to hers, chocolate ears flicked backwards, and then down a notch as he stumbled over every letter of his sentence.

Sighing quietly, Sylvie wished that Caillen could control his stutter when it came to tight situations... much like when he spun his wonderful stories upon threads of satin and moon-spun furs, Caillen would be better off if his stutter abandoned him when things got difficult. As soft sapphire gaze rose pleadingly to Sylvie, the sentence almost completely gone from his stage-frightened tongue, soft felt ears rose to a soft, barely audible whine.

Unable to ignore the plucked heartstrings this gesture caused, she glanced at her comrade, orchid petal eyes glinting. Then, soft-coated collie-shea offered him a reassuring smile, hoping that she might give him a little comfort. Sadly, it was obvious in his stutter that the poor young hybrid was at a loss for words, uselessly trying to piece together an introductory sentence. Amaranth commented on his stutter somewhat nicely in comparison to what she had been saying only moments earlier. Violet gems trailed over the two as whirling thoughts crossed over an unspoken whim. Sylvie, it seemed, rather liked Caillen's stutter, though it plagued him with many a teasing comment... she found it cute.

"His name is Caillen... I'm sorry... he doesn't do very well under pressure." Perhaps she should take him home for now, to rescue the poor male from his speech demon? Suddenly, Sylvie was struck with an idea. Why not try to get him to tell a story? His stutter ran for cover whenever he told stories, and he acted much more like the hybrid fellow he was supposed to be.

"He is a wonderful storyteller, though. Perhaps you would like to hear him tell a tale?" Smiling brightly, she wondered which story Caillen would reenact- the dragon storming the castle, the young shea and the beast, the tales of Excalibur and the Hybrid? Suddenly, she was feeling rather excited.

Talk. Think. Walk.

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