We are young (Not for long), Life is fun (It only goes downhill)
Voodoo
Beauregard
Master Fighter (325)
Expert Intellectual (210)
Defender
age
4 Years
4 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
0
0
player
Beau-tifullyWritten
Beau-tifullyWritten
07-28-2022, 08:58 PM
This beach was a good size, stretching out beyond the caves that would be where those waiting for Wren’s pack could be formed. It had taken him a bit to realize that this was where Wren had been talking about but the youth didn’t mind. He was happy just to spend some time on the beach and get to know a different land. It seemed odd to him that the sand here was black. He’d only ever been told about sand being well, sand-colored. But it was nice being about to experience new things. He had been crouched down, examining a shell and lost on his own head. Trill had even settled on one of the trees, nesting where she could, and settled in for a nap. But being spaced out probably wasn’t the smartest thing when you were crouched down on the beach. Someone actually stumbled over him. He let out a startled yelp, jumping up as he spun towards a rather pregnant-looking lady. “O-oh…” She was apologizing at least. His ears perked up curiously. Beauregard was curious. A couple of females had been pregnant when he was little but never when he was old enough to really learn about pregnancy. He knew the lady in front of him had puppies in her but how else it worked other than that he didn’t really know. How long would she be pregnant? How did she get the puppies out? “It’s okay. You’re not hurt, right? Or the babies?” Beauregard asked softly. He wanted to make sure they were okay. He wasn’t sure he would be able to sit well with himself if he got some puppies hurt. "Speech," 'Thought.' |