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04-08-2018, 09:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2018, 09:24 AM by Tealah.)
She'd made the journey all the way here with three pups in tow to find that their erstwhile sire wasn't even home!
Bristling and irritated, the small, dark female paced back and forth at the entrance to his den like an angry miniaturized nebula. She'd bustled the three tired pups into the den upon their arrival, both to get them out of her fur with all their incessant whining about how long the trip was and how tired they were and blah blah blah, and to give them a comfortable place to nap out of the chilly mountain air.
She'd been waiting the better part of a day now and Chaos still hadn't showed. His scent in the den was stale, but not so much as to think he'd been gone more than a few days, and all of his stuff he'd accumulated was still there. She thought she'd seen one of his owl buddies watching her from a craggy outcropping several levels further up before flying away, but that had been almost six hours ago and could easily have just been a wild eagle wondering if it could make a meal out of one of her kids.
Good luck with that, she thought with a snort of derision for the hypothetical eagle. Even at just shy of four months old, two of the pups were already getting to be bigger than she was. They clearly got their genetics from their father, with his height and his oddities. Aquila on the other hand didn't have any odd mutations other than the nebulus pelt that was characteristic of her family, and his height was not looking like it would be much more than hers when he was fully grown. She had debated with herself for a long time what should be done about the smallest and quietest of the trio. It wasn't like he really fit in with his two more outgoing, larger, and more unusual siblings. Not that he'd ever complained to her about it, but even she couldn't spend four months with a pup without getting a bit attached to their wellbeing. He just wouldn't do well as a Saxe, and that was that. Short of dropping him off a cliff (which, even in her worst moments she wouldn't actually consider) the only thing for it would be to raise him herself. Arry had disappeared again, and Iskra was clearly not responsible enough to raise a kid (just look at the way her adopted brat had turned out) and she certainly wasn't going to leave an Aeris scion to be raised by someone who wasn't blood. She'd been planning this for a while - all three pups had known of her intentions to give them to their father to raise as Saxes for as long as they'd been out of the den. She just hadn't come to the decision about Aquila until recently, this very trip in fact, when it became obvious that he simply wouldn't be able to keep up with the Saxes.
With a low-voiced growl she continued her grumpy pacing.
ooc: any posting order is fine, no need to wait for a Chaos post
Bristling and irritated, the small, dark female paced back and forth at the entrance to his den like an angry miniaturized nebula. She'd bustled the three tired pups into the den upon their arrival, both to get them out of her fur with all their incessant whining about how long the trip was and how tired they were and blah blah blah, and to give them a comfortable place to nap out of the chilly mountain air.
She'd been waiting the better part of a day now and Chaos still hadn't showed. His scent in the den was stale, but not so much as to think he'd been gone more than a few days, and all of his stuff he'd accumulated was still there. She thought she'd seen one of his owl buddies watching her from a craggy outcropping several levels further up before flying away, but that had been almost six hours ago and could easily have just been a wild eagle wondering if it could make a meal out of one of her kids.
Good luck with that, she thought with a snort of derision for the hypothetical eagle. Even at just shy of four months old, two of the pups were already getting to be bigger than she was. They clearly got their genetics from their father, with his height and his oddities. Aquila on the other hand didn't have any odd mutations other than the nebulus pelt that was characteristic of her family, and his height was not looking like it would be much more than hers when he was fully grown. She had debated with herself for a long time what should be done about the smallest and quietest of the trio. It wasn't like he really fit in with his two more outgoing, larger, and more unusual siblings. Not that he'd ever complained to her about it, but even she couldn't spend four months with a pup without getting a bit attached to their wellbeing. He just wouldn't do well as a Saxe, and that was that. Short of dropping him off a cliff (which, even in her worst moments she wouldn't actually consider) the only thing for it would be to raise him herself. Arry had disappeared again, and Iskra was clearly not responsible enough to raise a kid (just look at the way her adopted brat had turned out) and she certainly wasn't going to leave an Aeris scion to be raised by someone who wasn't blood. She'd been planning this for a while - all three pups had known of her intentions to give them to their father to raise as Saxes for as long as they'd been out of the den. She just hadn't come to the decision about Aquila until recently, this very trip in fact, when it became obvious that he simply wouldn't be able to keep up with the Saxes.
With a low-voiced growl she continued her grumpy pacing.
ooc: any posting order is fine, no need to wait for a Chaos post