Clocks [GhostxSegar Family]
05-18-2013, 08:19 PM
Ghost, for the aloof, broken creature that she was, had become remarkably cold and distant to anyone that wasn't her mate or her pups. To both of these she had become remarkably affectionate and possibly overbearingly protective. Perhaps this strange shift in persona had to do with the simple fact that she rarely expressed emotion and to show it so adamantly to her own family, her singular priority... was the extent of her emotional grasp. Regardless, she had scarcely left her pups. She had clung to them and they to her. They knew her scent and Segar's and had imprinted upon both, there would be no doubting who their parents were.
Her tail would flicker, coiling around her pups and drawing them close to her abdomen. A soft, nonsensical hum would spill from her maw, soothing and soft in its intensity. A lullaby of random notes strung together to soothe the wiggling spirits of her womb. A pink tongue would escape her maw and she would bathe her most precious cargo, cleansing them of dirt and debris. They squirmed and whined, wiggled and fussed but she continued her soft and gentle hum. When they were cleaned and bathed to perfection she uncoiled her body, releasing them.
She watched them play and scramble, darting and diving along the floor of her den. Silvered eyes would glisten, a piece of her mind screaming at her to clean them again, she frowned, fighting it, and allowed them to play. Her tail would flicker and her ears would pin back against her skull, smiling gently down at her pups so they would not think her cross. She would howl, a long, low, languid sound for her mate. He could come if he wished. It wasn't demanding. Her gaze would flicker back to her pups. "Would you like to go for your first walk through Seracia?" Her lyrics were smooth, soft, whimsical, never biting, never clawing as she awaited her pups response.
05-18-2013, 09:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-18-2013, 09:18 PM by Talon I.)
Talon hadn't initially known he was any different than his siblings. How his parents showered him with love, his father with kisses and joy, his mother with her nuzzles and protective embrace. Though he was treated the same as his siblings, as he began to explore and think for himself, he'd begun to notice that his sisters all had four legs, while he hobbled along on three. And while the litter wasn't particularly large, he felt especially small and weak compared to them. Often the boy struggled along as they played, slightly unsteady on all three paws. Not growing as strong as his parents would've liked, not nearly as healthy as he ought to be, despite their adamant loving care. A sound that closely resembled a purr escaped his throat as the tiny boy was pulled close to his mother, his nose burying happily into her fur. Soft noises fell from her own mouth, soothing sounds that nearly lulled him to sleep. Her rough tongue bathed him, and he wiggled incessantly in her grasp. But only when she was finished did he finally hobble away from her, his gait unsure and as unsteady as ever. Talon whimpered a bit as he stumbled, though quickly regained his balance. He had not yet begun to have such an advanced mental life that he felt disappointment for being deformed, for missing something -- he knew his parents loved him and would protect him, and for now, that was enough for the small child. The fierce sound of her mother's howl alarmed him, and the skinny child winced a bit, quickly turning to watch Ghost. Nothing to be afraid of; and yet still he felt nervous at the sudden, loud sound. But she soothed his worries as she spoke, her voice pleasant to his ears. Always bringing joy to Talon's heart. "Yes, mumma! Please!" He would whimper gently, his voice soft and innocent as he spoke. |
05-21-2013, 02:49 PM