Triple Threat
05-16-2013, 06:03 AM
Orica's little white paws made quite a different patter upon the forest floor, than did Cross's big thudding ones. It seemed to her that all her 'siblings' were giants, and she the runt of the litters, but, having known this from her day of birth and lived with it already, quite a while, she barely gave it any notice. She could still wrestle and tumble with the best of them when she wanted, but more and more, lately her thoughts turned to fixing up wounds instead of causing them. ....She did still like causing them though. And to be perfectly honest, the desire to heal came, at first, not from a pure, angelic wish to do good, but as a way to show skill and talent - a power of her own! Anyone could make bruises and cuts - but not everyone could heal them away afterwards. In time, no doubt, these bits of her attitude would iron themselves out, but for now, she retained the simplistic, benign selfishness that all young creatures can't help but have. Orica's bright blue eyes danced as she watched her 'brother' dance about. They were all her 'brothers', and Crucible was her 'sister'. It just happened to be that they were all from different litters. But it was wonderful that way! It meant that they all had three mothers! Plus lots of aunts. And they had their father Gargie to watch over them. (Orica couldn't quite bring herself to call Cifer a father as well, for, for some unknown reason, he scared her a little) Rogue was as good as a father to the little fae as well, and she counted herself as the happiest wolf in the world to have such a large family. When Cross broke off from speaking, and then leapt off his log into the mudpuddle, Orica hopped up to - scrambling against the bark to make it to the top of the fallen tree. She overlooked her 'siblings' all muddy and silly and she grinned happily. "When you're all done - I'ma make you undeaded!" So saying she hopped off the log - but didn't run into the fighters. She went past them and started rotting around in the leaves and trees and dirt. Uncle Rogue had been telling her about certain herbs, but this was all pretend - she happily grabbed at the nearest stuff she could find - pine needles, mainly - and started making her own little aid station off to one side of the clearing. |
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