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Alex comes in after a few posts between us so Ly puts Emwe under the floorboards first? I'm pping his mood, but you told me on msn to make him distraught so in your face! <3

//Emwe Soul

The boy looked up at his husky protector, his face a frown of heavy thought. He was acting strangely, stranger than he did, besides the name-calling and well.. all the other stuff. So he was acting increasingly weird - yeah! That was it! He was weirder than normal.. Just because Conor took a walk? Conor took a walk outside, and now the grown male couldn't find him. Well duh, Conor was good at hiding, Emwe always had trouble with that. Emwe was too fat to find any hiding spots that were good, and Conor was just too good at finding him anyway! That's why Emwe never played like that with his brother anymore, but obviously this nice uncle of theirs hadn't understood that. All he had to do was to look properly. He was grown up! Grown ups did that - find things. Especially when they shouldn't be found. Secretly, the little boy wished someone would find his momma, because he hadn't seen her today, and somehow he didn't like the feeling it gave him. The young boy sat there simply looking at the mix whose care he was left in, puzzled, bored and amazed. Grown-ups were odd, truly. Good thing Emwe would never become one, then!


His eyes traced the movements of the grown male, and finally the boy dared to speak up - not because he didn't normally dare, of course(!), but it was weird to see his caretaker in this state. 'e's just 'iding, you knows... His nose was lifted slightly higher than usual, as the boy was proud of knowing things the other obviously did not. He was certain Conor would grow tired of the game he was playing soon enough, and return to them. It was just silly to behave like the mix did, really.

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//Emwe Soul

The mix responded and Emwe frowned again. Well duh, that's how the game works! Well perhaps not with the nerve... thing, because he had no idea what that meant. He used a lot of weird words, at least from time to time, and Emwe liked to try to pronounce them. neeer-acking! neeer-acking? He wasn't that little anymore, in fact he was quite big! At least everyone said so. He was bigger than Conor too, or maybe he was just fatter, but it was still size. He still thought some words were a bit hard though, even though he was so big, and as he tried to pronounce it the second time he lifted a hopefully smiling face to his caretaker. Was it right? Was it?


A piece of meat was presented to Emwe, but he wasn't really that hungry anymore. He had been alone a little while today, and it had been so boring - now he had no energy left. He shook his head silently, still sitting very still on the floor, looking to the husky. He asked if Emwe wanted a story before bed, and the boy smiled up - not immediately because of the story, but the nickname at the end of the sentence. Sir! Only grown-ups, and fancy grown-ups were sirs. Daddy was probably one. But Emwe was so little! Oh - that's why he was a little sir! Conor wasn't! He'd tell him the second he got tired of hiding. But Emwe did want a story, oh yes, but he'd wondered for some time if his caretaker knew anything a bit more exciting than all the butterflies and stuff. Maybe you can tells the story of a bear or - oh! Maybe Conor gets eatened by one! Tell that story! Emwe's imagination often made things up like that, and it had gotten much exercise today when he'd been left alone with no one to torment with all his ideas. Emwe'd stood up by now, and his tail wagged furiously with excitement. As a child he failed miserably at seeing the dark side of this - as he knew nothing of death. He knew what he ate was dead and stuff, but that didn't apply to wolves, of course. Conor could never die, there was no such thing! Oh what an adventure it would be for him, to be eaten by a bear!

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Ugh, had to re-write this four times! Stupid laptop..
And yes - Alex's turn now!

//Emwe Soul

Lysander confirmed and Emwe's tail went crazy with activity behind him, as if his whole bottom would lift if he wagged any faster. He was right! He was such a big smart boy. A great smile on his face quickly disappeared as the husky served him another word to play with. con..connnnond..conndram? Conndram! The boy had no idea what it meant, but that didn't matter much. It sounded a bit like "Conor", too! If he said the weird words people would probably think that he was smart! He would like that very much, to be smart. Emwe repeated the word inside his head a few times as his eyes followed the movements of his caretaker who was putting the meat away under the floor. It was strange, because Conor and Emwe also slept under the floor. Were they food too? Although, uncle Lysander would never eat them, he knew that much. He was nice, and Emwe liked him very much, even if he was weird.


As his caretaker told the story he'd requested, Emwe's eyes grew larger and larger, both because he was amazed and giving his full attention, but also because he was just a little bit thrilled. It didn't take long before his body was suddenly in a sitting position again, and his tail swung less quickly by the second, soon almost not moving at all. All of his energy and attention was focused on this story, and one could see the images that flew before his eyes inside his imagination, one would understand his amazement. Only when the part where the full picture of the bear was introduced did he show any real sign of fear, and his ears bent slightly, halfway flat against his head as he realized that it might not be a wholly good situation for his brother. Although, it couldn't be that bad being bear-food, since it was an adventure, but still - in his mind - the creature was a display of pure, raw evil. The boy suppressed the urge to lay down and flatten his fluffed self against the floorboards, he had an image to look after, after all. Such a big and clever boy couldn't be scared, wouldn't be scared! No, he was brave, so brave, not even a little scared. Luckily he didn't have to fight it as much after the highpoint of the story, as the eating part went quite smoothly and then the whole story was over with. Of course Emwe could not relate to the bear eating his brother in the same way as he himself ate things - no, the bear simply swallowed Conor whole - naturally there would be no scene of actual violence.


As the husky concluded that the cabin indeed was the better place to be, the little boy nodded and quickly smiled again - the fear was already vanishing out of his system. Bed-time now, yes it was. And a little sir he was, again! Soon his tail was wagging, and the fleeting attention of his mind made certain that any horror from the story was now forgotten. No worry existed in his little mind, no anxiety for the safety of his brother. He'd always been good at hiding, and Emwe had full confidence that the lost child was simply toying with them all. Is bedtime! The young boy was still not physically tired - after all he'd been sitting alone for parts of the day - and now he bounced around the husky male the last seconds he could, before he went to his sleeping spot. It was a little crowded, under the floor, and Emwe didn't like that so much. But now that Conor was on an adventure there was so much more room! So much more comfortable - Emwe had everything to himself! It was quite nice, perhaps Conor should go hide more often, he thought. It should be a comfortable change. Quickly snuggling himself into a good position, wiggling this way and that, his activity soon slowed down and he felt quite drowsy. It was amazing how quickly that boy could fall asleep.

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//Emwe Soul

Emwe's dreams were full of bears and them eating his brother when uncle Ly's voice broke through his adventure and force him back to the not-so-shiny reality. It hadn't been a nightmare, because in his dream he was saving his brother from his (probably) painful fate, with the most extravagant display of skill and strength. The pup hadn't heard the woman's voice, however, but judging from what his uncle was saying, he understood that this was one of those times when Emwe would have to lie very still and be a good boy, because the husky had already told him that something like this might happen. Emwe liked to pay attention and do the nice things, people were happy when he did the nice things. People who were happy made him happy. But now that he was awake, he heard that someone was knocking, or perhaps crashing at the door. He wondered why this person wasn't so happy. At the same time a familiar scent vaguely tickled his nostrils - why, it was sort of like mummy smelled. And daddy too. But there was something else, and Emwe knew - in a way - that he didn't know the person who was crashing at uncle Ly's cabin door. Suddenly he felt slightly worried, and his ears lay flat against his skull in the darkness under the floorboards. It was as if the space, which was quite large now that Conor was out on an adventure, shrunk with every second. But uncle Ly spoke and then it was a little bit better. The impressions flashed over the boy's personality so fast that he barely had time to regard either, but the slight anxiety and the awkwardness at noticing his pack's smell (for that was what he'd smelled) lingered, and he didn't know exactly what to do about that. Instead he simply put every ounce of attention he had in him into listening to what was going on. Hopefully uncle Lysander would scare the not-so-happy person with the weird smell away.

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//Emwe Soul

So quiet, so quiet - Emwe was a good boy! He was such a good boy, doing exactly what uncle Ly had told him to do, but still the little bedroom he had under the floor seemed to be shrinking. The angry woman was getting angrier, too, and she was using words Emwe did not understand. But uncle Ly was nice to her - which was strange! Perhaps the angry and weird-smelling woman was just playing a game with uncle Ly - sometimes they did that, and then they were like different persons, and in a wholly different place than the cabin. For another second Emwe's mind raced through possible scenarios, though it was hard when he didn't understand all the woman had said, until his mind-play was interrupted by his name called out. Instinctively, his tail started to wag furiously - his name! It was him, he was right here! He almost squealed in excitement, before he remembered what uncle Ly had said, but then the woman was so strange smelling, and he could hear her walking around on he floor. Footsteps rang in his ears (they could be very loud to ears that weren't so old, and when they were right over you!), and all the tension in the air made the poor puppy feel rather uncomfortable. In fact - though he had of course never told anyone this - sometimes the little bedroom under the floorboards wasn't so great, sometimes it was very small. Too small, as if it was choking him, or at least that's what it felt like. Emwe didn't like it, but he wanted to seem brave with everyone, and that's why he hadn't said. But now that the woman was so angry and walked around all over the place, Emwe's excitement quickly died, and his tail stopped wagging - the "bedroom" was shrinking, he was sure! His ears lay flat against his skull again, and after trying to survive it for what seemed like ages, a puny whimper escaped his muzzle. Oh, he didn't want to be here now! He wanted to be upstairs! One front leg pawed once, twice at the boards over his head, and he whimpered again. When uncle Ly was being so nice it couldn't mean something bad, could it? Oh, he just wanted to go up there instead, even if the woman was angry and smelled weird!

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//Emwe Soul

Oh the confinement, the small space! The walls were going to eat him alive, or squish him! The boy had no notion of death, but he did have a notion of pain, and the whole process didn't seem very tempting in his mind. His imagination was perhaps overly active, but then again he had been shaken out of his sleep, into a very noisy and angry reality. Soon enough though, his clawing attracted attention, of both kinds. The angry woman's voice wasn't quite so angry, and she said his name again. She would take him home to mommy and daddy? But what about uncle Ly? It wasn't as if he didn't like mommy and daddy - of course he liked them! He liked uncle Ly too, though. But right now it didn't matter, because all he wanted was to get out of this tiny tiny room, so small, too small! When Ly's voice boomed through the room the boy shrunk to probably half his size, that was how much he pushed his limbs to his body, but soon enough he was scratching at the floorboards again, more frantic now. He grew more stressed with the negativity in the room, the storm gathering, threatening his feeling of peace and safety - the tension ripping through what had been a good day, and ripping it to fragments.


A whimper escaped him, louder this time. Why wasn't anyone taking him out of here? He wanted to get out! This room was going to eat him! Still he tried to understand what the two adults were saying and doing, what they were up to, and whether uncle Ly was going to let the angry woman take him back to mommy and daddy. Two paws still worked furiously, as if to dig him out to safety. Safety from the viciousness of his walls and their confinement. Yelling to get his caretaker's attention, the boy mustered whatever sound he had in him, nearly squeaking his little sentence out. Uncle Ly! Is so small in here!

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//Emwe Soul

Suddenly, in all his confinement and panic, two hands reached out for him, and then he was with his caretaker, safely nested as he held the boy. Emwe was not aware of the fact that he indirectly was the source of the woman's anger, nor that he was being held by the male not just for comfort. This way Lysander had an ace, and Alexey would have to hear him out. The only thing that spun through the boy's head was the overwhelming relief of being out in a larger room, pressing himself to his male friend's chest. Nothing was better than the feeling of fur to his face - he was certain of that! Uncle Ly wasn't exactly mommy, but he'd do. It took only moments before his breathing had calmed, and his little heart did not pound quite as hard inside of him anymore.


Two small ears perked once he heard his title spoken aloud, giving the caretaker his full attention. His question was kind of weird, but now that he could see the angry female, he knew he had seen her before. His memory was a little poor at such a young age, but her scent and face clicked in his mind, and he knew that she was from the same place as mommy, and that she had visited him many times. The name, however, was gone to the boy. His tail was wagging slightly now, and his face became a mass of wrinkles as he concentrated, and spoke the obvious truth. Obvious to him, that is. Is from home! The boy was excited, now that he finally understood a few things. Then he glanced at her again, before he looked back to his "uncle" Ly. I's not remember her name. The last sentence was uttered with a sensation of pitless sorrow, for he'd failed - he didn't know her name. Then he buried his face in Lysander's chest again, hoping all the loud yelling would stop now.

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Sorry for the wait

//Emwe Soul

The angry lady spoke to him, about going home. Home - mommy and daddy were home, and he was visiting uncle Ly for a while. He was going to say something, but before he got the chance the husky replied for him, and at his words came a frown upon the little face. Well, this was maybe home, but where mommy and daddy were was home too! That was in truth a very complicated and hard thing to think about, and instead he let his eyes look at both the grown-ups, with a face that openly stated that he agreed with them both. As the male continued talking, he did not fully realize that he was speaking to Alexey, confused as he was, and thought the male was asking him questions like she had. Proudly, he yelped his answers, but not very loudly. Just loudly enough to be heard. Emwe likes rabbits and guessing words and bears eating Conor stories! Then, looking at both faces his ears dropped a little, concerned about their anger and how they behaved towards each other.