Helloooo world (Lokimar puppy thread)

*Acadia* · 04-29-2014, 07:52 PM

Sleep was something the girl seemed to relish, even at an age where it was common to sleep a little longer than most. The petite babe would haul herself to her oversized paws with an immense yawn, blinking sleep from her toxic green eyes as she did. Her small frame quivered as she stretched, a small noise arising in her throat as she did. She did want to explore, see what everything was like in this strange place they called home now. Shaking out her fluffy black, patchwork coat, the lass gave a happy wag of her tri toned tail and started for the mouth of the den. Her comically large paws of varying colours thumped against the ground with each step, though she was getting better at not tripping over herself as much. As she passed Aksel, she stooped to nibble on his ear, trying to coax him into waking. He was even lazier than she was, he hadn't gotten up and played with them since they'd gotten here.
Abandoning the lost cause of trying to get him out of the den, Acadia toddled across the den and peered out into the sunlight. Her acid toned eyes blinked rapidly as they adjusted to the sudden brightness, and she stopped short for a few moments. Simply staring at everything outside, how brilliantly green everything was. Her father looked different in this bright light, his fur shone now and his eyes glinted. Hel looked different too, like a living sculpture of silver as the sunlight caught her mercury coat. What did she look like? The little girl wasn't exactly familiar with the array of colours that covered her. She hadn't the faintest clue that she looked like someone had stitched her together from spare parts. One rust red leg, a white ear, ashen ruff, two different colours at the tip of her tail. She was a walking display of her heritage, not that she minded at this point in time.
Smiling up broadly at her daddy, she trotted over to him and gazed up at him with happy green eyes. Her double dipped plume wagged so hard her rear practically shook with the force. "Pretty colours!" She yipped, the vision of joy as she licked at her father's muzzle. She didn't really understand why he wasn't home all the time, or why he was always rushing to Aksel's side. If she thought more into it, she would probably worry about favouritism. Then again, Aksel was the only boy. Without caring what was going on, she put her paws up on her father's much bigger shoulder and scrabbled with all her might to clamber onto him.
"I'm queen of the castle!" She barked when she was sprawled across his upper back, grinning all the while and happy as anything. Then she caught sight of someone she didn't recognize. He was big, but he didn't look like the other big wolves she knew. Almost everyone had dark fur, but the boy had pristine alabaster cloaking him. Acadia paused in her mirth to stare, awestruck by the strange new sight. He was pale, and his eyes were like liquid mercury. Logic dictated she be frightened of the stranger, but fear didn't quite make it into her brain all the time. Instead of calling out, she remained gawking for moments longer before returning to her royal business.
That being, chewing on dad's ears.
Flopping all about, she managed to turn herself around and provide perfect opportunity for her master plan. Little jaws stretching wide, her sharp little puppy teeth aimed for his tall audits, she lunged. This would be fun!

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