let slip the dogs of war
12-13-2017, 01:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-13-2019, 12:05 PM by Darya.)
Divo joined her in her frolicking and then drawn by her digging joined her in that too. She pushed back slightly to make room for her smaller sibling and then kept digging, tiny paws flinging snow in all directions. Then claws scratched against a hard surface and Darya pulled back, a look of puzzlement on her face as she eyed the strange unknown substance. The ice was a mix of dirt and snow and it's strange brownness puzzled the girl. Darya shoved her face back in her hole for a moment, tiny teeth bouncing off the ice as she tried to bite it or grab it or something. "Мама, что это?" She asked quizzically, pulling back again. But at that moment her question was drown out by the excitement of her father approaching. The warm, metallic scent of blood greeted her as she rushed to push up against her father's forelegs while he talked to mama, his words were in the tongue he had started teaching them in and she parroted the word that caught her attention. Woorl' woorl'!" She barked. Then Mama and Divo went back to the den, it seemed Dom hadn't joined them. But Darya wasn't about to go back to the den, now when she had just been let out! Instead she approached the unmoving form with the cloying gamy scent. She poked at it with her paw, it was warm! She could see a pair of eyes set in it's skull, and though she was too young to know for certain some instinctual part of the pup knew the thing had been a living creature. Darya pawed at it again, a whine pulling from her lips. "Да почему он не двигается? Не играть?" She looked at her father, hellfire gaze swimming in equal parts curiosity and worry. She was worried for the weird lanky thing and it's blank gaze. Walk "Говорить" Think |
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