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It was high-sun time. Mama wasn't here. Sometimes she was, sometimes she wasn't—she kept good care of him, and he did not wander off. She was usually not gone for too long; sometimes she would take him with her if she was going somewhere for a while. No, she had told him to wait here for a little while. She would be back. King knew that he could leave. In all likelihood she would not punish him; he could get away with most anything. But he stayed here today. He decided to be nice but in the end it was still his decision. He liked having the power to decide what to do.
He was still bored, of course. You could only look into the forest for so long before you thought you knew everything about it. He knew where the birds kept their nests, and which of those had babies to feed because he kept seeing the birds come to it again and again with food. He knew which trees were evergreen and which were not. He had been told that the barren were-not trees would be green like the evergreens soon, but he wasn't quite sure he believed it. It would be something, though. He could hear (and smell, he imagined) a small stream a distance away. He was a little thirsty, but not bad. The sun wasn't strong enough for it to be bad. It was warmer than the previous days, he thought, but it might be because it was clear. No rainy clouds today. He liked the rain, he liked how it sounded and how it smelled. He didn't as much like how it felt—cold.
King eventually amused himself by lying down near the den, a mid-sized rock between his large forepaws. He tried to grip at it, remembering how Mama could use her hands in her two-leg form to pick things up. He couldn't do that yet, pick things up or be in two-leg form. Soon, soon. It was always soon or later. He wanted it to be now, but sometimes he couldn't get what he wanted. He wished he could. After fumbling with the cool stone for a while, the pup began to chew on it unconsciously. His teeth still hurt, even though they were all in now—at least, he thought that was all of them. He hoped so. They hurt. He scanned the forests and grassy places around as he did so, alert for when Mama came home.
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03-05-2010, 05:55 PM
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03-07-2010, 07:15 AM
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Hmm, this reply is far from amazing, but oh well! The four legged creature moved slowly yet there was no doubt about the final destination set out for him. While the Chance woman was worthless, the child’s blood would have his taint. Because of the offspring’s promising genes, life would be preserved unless impulses got the best of the large, brown beast. The woman’s scent was not as strongly present as the child’s, and the Dahlian was content to see the child’s stormy gray coated form by the woman’s den. Brilliant blue watched the child with the usual hollow emptiness. Too young, but the small male was strong and healthy. The same exceptional blue had chosen to inhabit the child’s eyes as well, and was a promising sign for the demon, already looking for the next preferable host. All his children carried the same silent promise, though some had already been discarded by the madman.
The child was already aware of his presence as strong limbs started moving again to bring him closer to his body's mortal offspring. The scarred man observed the young soul and wondered how much its mother alone would manage to ruin. Years were spent breaking a young and healthy creature down into a submissive servant unless the process was started as early as possible. With this body there had been no choice, but now the tainted blood ran freely through many and the evil itself now was free from its chains. There were valid options available now. The Rosen studied the small one, pondering how children at that age should look like, whether or not his youngest child was beyond average or not. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html]
03-07-2010, 10:49 AM
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03-08-2010, 07:44 AM
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-- This was a silent child, not at all the same as the loud stereotype image of a young puppy. The beast was grateful for that much, but this was not necessarily for the better. Conor’s spirit had been destroyed quickly with violence and cruelty, though he had slipped away between the father’s fingers and sought sanctuary with the pack’s caretaker. Had he been Rosen then things would not have turned out as they had, but Conor too was one of the few selected offspring that seemed promising to the large secui. There was no doubt he was his father’s child despite the unique colouration of his eyes. As long as blue was untainted from brown, there was always a chance for his family line to inhabit various hues of blue mixed with other colours.
The young voice next to him interrupted the beast’s absent thoughts and he actually glared at the child for a moment, surprised the young soul dared to speak before being spoken to. Ears perked sharply, forming a set of devil horns on top of his head for a brief moment before the light rage danced away from his scarred features. ”You,” was the large male’s simple answer. The beast had yet to determine whether or not he would make an effort turning the boy. ”Where is your mother?” he asked, perhaps aiming to derail the boy in case he wanted to continue his questioning. Children were such curious creatures. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html]
03-09-2010, 12:30 AM
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:O I will pm about sumthin! It was quite clear that the woman was absent. A ripple danced through the man’s ears at this, but no more. How foolish to leave a child unguarded like this at such violent times. The demon would have done the same without blinking, but he was not the child’s parent – he had only given the boy some of his own, blackened blood. There was however the possibility that he would act as the father Tokyo so wished he would be, because the young thing needed to be converted into something more… appropriate for the demon’s needs. He allowed his muzzle to dip with acknowledgement at the boy’s words. Surely the Chance woman would be back soon. She had murdered her children, and he had expected her to end her second litter’s lives the same well, but there was true adoration in the woman’s ice blue gaze when she looked at her son. Unexpected, though useful.
”No, I came to see you,” the answer to the child’s next question sounded, though quite a few moments after it had spoken. ”Do you believe in monsters?” the large beast wondered as he looked at the body that seemed so small compared to his adult hybrid form. He wondered if the boy understood what death was, itched to scar the untainted soul. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html]
03-14-2010, 02:31 AM
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03-26-2010, 10:45 AM
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300+ The child was thankfully less of a bothersome chit chatter than his mother. The Chance could talk and talk until all Haku could do was to retrain those hungry jaws and keep from going for her throat. This was perhaps the prominent reason for why the alpha’s visits were so few. He could not handle the woman’s ignorant battering much anymore. Not after the burning and the death of the little chocolate coloured child with the blue eyes. No restrictions held him back now, though it was still important to try to make an effort into mingling with the group of mortal that he commanded. He needed them to sacrifice their blood and their lives still, and it would be hard of he openly executed members.
The reply that rose from the child after some time pleased the male, because it was important to believe in such things. While many people found no reason to believe in them, the boy spoke wise words and gave a different version: no reason not to believe in them. The young one would learn soon of such horrors. The secui fully intended to attach those strings to his son to see that body dance after his needs, but mortals could at times be hard to control and be restrained because they believed in freedom of the will. ”Good boy” the dark souled creature cooed, offering the young prince of Dahlia a cold smile.
”You’re becoming a big boy, King.” the man started now, eager to get things said before that annoying bitch returned to her child. ”Soon it will be time to teach you what life has to offer.” In a disturbing way. ”As my son certain things will be expected of you. I, for once have high expectations for you.” He should not have let the mother have had the child this long, because idiocy could be a disease, and good genes like these should not be toyed with by lesser creatures. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html]
04-11-2010, 03:02 PM
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-- The little man said that he would be ready, but Haku had his own thoughts about that. He was far too used to disappointments. However, it was already clear that the small child had something his mother did not have. Or perhaps he seemed promising because he was so young. Haku had been a father several times, but he never learned how to deal with the children he sired. He knew nothing about how they developed and functioned. It was also a big chance that little King would die in the future months as a result of the war.
Everyone would eventually let him down, he knew this. Unfortunately he could not do much with the child before that moment had arrived. ”Good boy,” the man cooed darkly again to his youngest offspring. The alpha would eventually come back to the young wolf, but he had lives to ruin. ”Tell your mom I said hi,” he added just as he turned to leave. Tokyo seemed to accept the role as single parent well, so he would leave her to it. She did not have the ability to turn a child into a monster like him though. That was what he would do. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html]
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