It's not even breakfast
11-06-2013, 06:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-06-2013, 06:43 PM by Novocaine.)
Novocaine and his siblings had learnt how to walk not that long ago and with that came the desire to explore. Dark grey paws rocked back and forth as the boy deliberated. He frowned at the outside world, steel blue eyes narrowing before he took a hesitant step outside the den. He had seen his siblings playing outside before, joined once and a while but he had usually been the follower, this time however? He was making the choice on his own and it was exhilarating. It gave him a sense of power and a dark grin spread across his features. The wind picked up and blew some fallen leaves across the ground. A puppy growl rumbled up from his chest and he chased after one, batting at it with his paws and snapping at it; not really aware of the amount of distance he was putting between himself and the den. |
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11-16-2013, 02:49 AM
the alabaster brute had remained close, though he didn't watch over his spawn's every move. always lurking nearby, always around. he had watched each pup, his mind contemplating its future, if it survived that long. today, from a rock he had perched himself on, he watched curiously as novacaine emerged alone into the world, apparently exploring on his own. ah, so the coward did have some nerve after all. interesting. moving from his rock, he jumped down, hoping to land in front of his bastard pup, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.
"and where are you going, child?"
he asked, his baritone voice merely a rumble, as he looked down at the pathetic scrap of fur that shared his blood. would the pup stand up to the measurements his parents had laid out for him, and why in the hell, was he even here? damn morphine. this was all her fault. what female in her right mind gave birth to his spawn and let them live?
11-17-2013, 04:16 AM
Novocaine was not aware of the man, not until the ivory spectre was nearly upon him anyways. His reaction was almost instantaneous. While lesser pups might have pulled back in fear, Novocaine was visibly startled but instead of moving into a more submissive position his hackles raised and lips drew back to reveal tiny daggers. His ears laid flat against his head, all in a matter of seconds. The leaf he had been chasing only a moment before banished from his mind. The boy would not recognize his sire, the brute an abstract concept for him. There was no point of reference for him to compare; he knew not that he was supposed to have a father so did not miss him. To the pup his father simply didn?t exist. There was something about the brute that Novocaine didn?t like, his displeasure voiced in a weak growl. The boy would try to look his fiercest as the brute spoke, steel blue eyes narrowed. ?Out.? Was his stubborn answer, head lifting some. Surely he was old enough to leave the den on his own and he wasn?t sure why this strange male should care either way. The boy shifted his weight eager to be away from the man. |
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11-17-2013, 06:54 AM
at least his child didn't seem to be a totally pathetic coward. a snicker of amusement bubbled in his chest, as the pup didn't flee from his sudden intrusion in the young childs game. he watched as his spawn's hackles raised, revealing tiny dagger like teeth, drawing a loud rumble of laughter from the alabaster brute. stepping forward, he lowered his head, feeling his own hackles raise as a snarl etched itself along his maw, revealing his own teeth with a deep warning growl. as he moved, his body tensed up, slipping into a position that was clearly offensive.
"sure you want to stand up to me child?"
he knew the bastard child wouldn't know who he was, and perhaps that made the torture all the more interesting. in one bite, one simple snap of the jaws, he could end the scrawny little creature who stood before him, could taste the blood coursing through its veins, his blood. 'Out.' was the childs reply, and a snicker left his parted jaws.
"you should stay home, child, there are creatures out here who'd enjoy the meager meal you'd make."
with a huff, he turned padding away his head high from his spawn, stepping around his rock pile, before pausing, his muscles bunching underneath his ivory draped coat, before he jumped. landing on the top, he settled himself, his two toned eyes watching the oddly marked pup, that was his son.
11-17-2013, 02:00 PM
He remembered his father, a weak man, but he was always there for him, always a father. Creedance didn't know how to take the fact that, he too, was now a father. He had watched each pathetic scrap of fur from a distance, careful, not to stray to close. His brief interaction with his son, had proved amusing, but perhaps what was more amusing was the arrival of Morphine's older daughter, the snarky little bitch. His ears craned forward at her words, drawing him into a standing position with a huff. From on top of the rock, he looked down at her, watching her for a moment before speaking.
"Tell me, my little dame, did you get your ass kicked by a hedge-hog? Didn't mommy warn you not to stray from home, hmm?" His voice was a low sultry purr, as he looked at her, before jumping from his rock, landing easily on the ground. "A father? Ah, my dear lass, I wouldn't dream of any harm coming to them, or you.." He crooned as he strolled towards the pair, his posture relaxed. "Why do you involve yourself in messy pack politics? Want me to win you a crown my dear? Is that what you seek?" His two-toned eyes watched the wraith, a slight smirk teasing his jaws.
Turning his eyes to his son, he spoke. "What's your name, boy?"