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Post by kahara on Jan 29, 2013 20:38:31 GMT -5
VICIADO DONOVAN / CAINE IDEN
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Post by FJ on Jan 29, 2013 20:39:18 GMT -5
[/font] The importance of today could not have gone any further over the little male's head; all that stood before him was his mother's rump and the absolutely fascinating twitch of her tail, calling forth the primal and characteristic compulsion of a cub to play. His own butt raised high into the air as he uttered a little cubbish growl, leaping forward awkwardly and batting at it, forsaking balance for a more entertaining stance of laying on his back.
He had quite the learning to do.
Body thrashed as he made a rather valiant effort to vanquish this hairy foe, latching onto the fibers if permitted to and attempting to hold on for dear life as if losing this prey meant a swift and certain death.
"Rrr...rgh!"
He was obviously as healthy as could be, and happy besides.
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Post by Torn on Jan 29, 2013 20:43:33 GMT -5
EPONiNE iDEN
In contrast to her post-birth boisterous sibling, the infant lay curled in a tight knot, eyeing the boy with wide, curious eyes. Eponine blinked several times, eagerly watching his game, but never testing her newfound balance to join him. She mewled pitifully, turning red hues to face her mother. What was he doing? Her optics uttered the question her tongue had yet to master, and she blinked in wonder for another time before turning back to face Marius. Carefully, the cub unfolded her curl and rose on dainty legs, head tilted. "Rrrr...?" she mimicked her sibling, her ears pressing tentatively against her skull.
She watched him pounce then, and her head rose slightly upon her nape, straightening her neck and sending her newborn muscles into sinewy piles. Bunching her haunches, she waited until his movement had ceased for even a fraction of a second, and then Eponine sprung forth. She aimed to tackle her sibling as he tackled their mother's long, lithe, whipping tail. This time, when she mimicked her brother's provided audio, it was with confidence and enthusiasm. "Rrrrrahhh!"
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Post by OnyxOryx on Jan 31, 2013 16:10:36 GMT -5
As the other two cubs waddled about, Syn stayed curled tightly against her mother. She was thin and smaller than the other two. Thus she was easily chilled. Mother was warm. Her siblings' noises caught her attention and she poked her head up from Viciado's belly to see what was up.
Her brother was assaulting a tail while her sis seemed to mimic him. Her brother was scary. But not as scary as the older two. The singing one was especially horrifying. Syn watched as her brother assaulted the tail. Her sis was curious like her. But unlike her, Eponine got up to investigate. Syn just watched from her ball next to her mother. Definatly a momma's girl. Though she loved her dad as well.
"Rrrew!"
She added in a squeak as if cheering on her siblings. Syn's 'roar's were small and meek compared to her siblings. More like a timid mew. That was saying something considering Eponine and Marius' roars weren't anything to flee from.
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Post by kahara on Jan 31, 2013 20:37:22 GMT -5
VICIADO, CAINE, BALTHIER II, NERANTE
[/i] Caine said with a chuckle. Nerante walked in beside his father and looked at his younger siblings, as if investigating something foreign to their world. Viciado caught his gaze and tilted her head; which was caught by Caine whom looked at Nerante. Their older son shrugged at them both. "They're small. And if they're going out of the den, does that mean I can return to training?" Asked the winged male. Caine and Viciado exchanged heavy sighs and Nerante sighed in turn; taking it as a no. He removed himself from the den then and waited outside; where he could see Balthier II returning from a distance. "Great." He muttered. Viciado slowly stood up, but crouched, and nodded to the cubs father. "We're leaving the den, but not going too far. Try to stay where your father or I; or your older brothers, can see you. Okay?" She asked; hopeful they understood.[/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by FJ on Feb 3, 2013 19:08:08 GMT -5
[/font] Tiny audits, beginning to learn their use, swiveled forth and then flattened, hearing Eponine but too consumed with this singular track of thought. Jaws harmlessly gummed fur until she sprung at him, sending him into a wiggling sprawl as he chirped his surprise and wrestled with her, trying to liberate himself of this cruel injustice.
He would ultimately either get free or be let free and release a smaller, almost purr-like growl, tail wiggling in what could only be happiness. Ruby prisms would flash upward to catch the sight of siblings and parents, curious in the words they spoke [though predominantly curious of Nerante's feathers], understanding very little but that much would do just fine; he'd wiggle his way to Viciado and let another tiny murr out, this one intended to convey to her that she had his focus, rubbing his comparably tiny face against her muzzle [if it was low enough; if not, he'd rub against her leg] and sitting on his butt.
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Post by drifter on Feb 4, 2013 9:11:19 GMT -5
Osic Donovan
So, there was new life within the Velt already. The male had perched himself a few ways away from the den, just close enough to see the cubs. The only other cubs that were younger than Osic and his brood were the many belonging to Stella and the seemingly now nonexistent few of Zalui. Yet, even still they were closer in age to the youth. Now that he was much older, Ozzy had become curious. He had even asked Project if he would like to accompany him, but the black clad green eyed beast had looked at the winged hybrid as if he were going to rip out his vocal cords for ever asking such a question. So here Osic sat, alone, waiting and secretly rather excited.
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Post by OnyxOryx on Feb 4, 2013 14:31:20 GMT -5
The tiniest cub sat up as her father spoke. She was behind in development compared to her siblings. She looked up at the large male, then to her mother. She stood on her wobbly legs and waited. Dad said they were going outside. They were told not to wander too far. No problem! Syn wasn't yet the adventurous type.
Her older brother soon caught her eye. She knew a bad mood when she saw one! So, what would any respectable baby sister do? Syn stuck her tongue out at Nerante as he sighed about whatever the heck 'training' was. Syn made up her mind. If her older brother was always going to be a grumpy poo-head, then Syn would want nothing to do with him! She gave herself a firm, over exaggerated nod to confirm her oh so important decision. She was a big girl already! Making important decisions like this! Syn stood proud, albeit wobbly, lost in her own little world for the moment.
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Post by Silverfang on Feb 5, 2013 1:59:07 GMT -5
Sitting just over the hill, Funeral's ears perked at the sounds of new arrivals. Despite them not being within Meurtrier, he still seemed to feel obligated to visit one of the longest standing individual allies' family and new members now entering the world. Perhaps it was also to find out if they had any plans of joining, or encourage them to stand in their ranks eventually. He thought this over while voices and scents mingled.
Among the scents he could depict his son. Raising his head, the King found him upon a nearby ledge. The brute's body lifted and he was quickly by Osic's side, overlooking the area. "Taking interest in new life, are we, boy?" There was no scorn, but perhaps one could depict some amusement. It wouldn't be long until his children were out and finding their own individuals to spend their life with. At least, he hoped it was just one. Unlike himself. But he wouldn't delve deeper into those thoughts, so he simply shrugged to himself and let out a brief sigh. |
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Post by drifter on Feb 5, 2013 11:08:03 GMT -5
Osic Donovan
A line of fur arose, trailing down the youth's back and his wings jumped suddenly. Osic had been so engrossed in his own thoughts that he had no idea he was no longer alone. Cocaine would have surely chewed his ass if he knew that the cub had let his guard down so carelessly. Shivering to the thought, Osic turned his head up, audits perked toward his father. "Yes, sir, I suppose I am" He didn't really feel any need to be overly formal with his own father, King or no King. He smiled then and titled his head. "I just find it really fitting that Viciado had her litter right after the overthrow of Chitor. So I'm going to count these cubs as lucky ones. What better place to grow up than here?" And Osic meant it. Sure he hadn't grown up right in the Velt but it had been close enough.
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Post by kahara on Feb 5, 2013 16:42:06 GMT -5
VICIADO, CAINE, NERANTE, BALTHIER II
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Post by Silverfang on Feb 6, 2013 1:04:41 GMT -5
A chuckle emitted from the Quetzalcoatl's muzzle. "Indeed. New life." Funeral let his tongue out to lick at his muzzle before humming with satisfaction. Deep olive green eyes moved from the family to Osic, leaning over to nudge his shoulder with his own. "And who else to tell them how great these lands are but someone who has been birthed and explored them?"
Eyes would once again travel down and overlook them. Seemed to be a rather large family, mulling over how large the cubs may get and how small the space may be once they do. Perhaps then they would consider more than an alliance? His ears flicked once and spoke to his son, eyes steady on the family. "Let them have space for the time being, but I'm sure Viciado and Caine wouldn't mind young visitors now and again. I'm sure you can pop in if you like, one of these days, when they're not so dependent on their parents." He thought aloud, as his gaze caught Caine seeming to search for something, watching closely, lifting his own nose up to briefly search for any forbidding scents. Seemed fine, so he let his head fall back down to watch the father. If something was up, maybe the second-time father had a closer range as to what was around. |
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Post by Caylis on Feb 6, 2013 7:22:51 GMT -5
BRYNNETH~
The lioness saw Osic and Funeral Donovan from a distance away as she was padding over to Shadow Veldt. She had just returned from a drink from a nearby river, the long walk made her parched but she would not let her weakness show. She approached Balthier II and Nerante and sat down by them. "Sight-seeing adorable cubs, eh? I can't wait to see them." The lioness careful, not to step on anyone's tailbone or paw, she sat in Vicadio and Caine's den. But before she said anything, she asked kindly. "May I sit in here to watch your cubs, sir?"
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Post by drifter on Feb 6, 2013 10:15:06 GMT -5
Osic Donovan
Purples gleamed seemingly, and yet a bit impossibly at that, with more excitement. His thin lionish tail gave a somewhat wagging effect as it flicked. "Oh of course! Maybe Caine and Viciado will allow me to instruct the cubs when they're older?" Osic knew that the young ones already had two older brothers to teach them but Balthier was usually off his rocker and Nerante just seemed not to care half the time. As Funeral tested the air, Osic looked about him curiously. Not knowing what was wrong he didn't voice his wonderings once his father relaxed again.
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Post by Caylis on Feb 6, 2013 12:09:11 GMT -5
BRYNNETH~
The lioness set her gaze on Osic and Funeral Donovan, not only was she curious but it seemed that she had small feelings for Osic, he was bold, intelligent and muscular; her type. She looked at Vicadio, it seemed like they needed their own little family time, she got to her paws and trotted through the fields. She sat down with her long, thin tail curled neatly by her paws by a bunch of lilacs. "Oh come on, Brynn! You've got to get working!" she growled at herself and cantered over to her lord, bowing before saying. "Greetings, my lord. May I start training with someone?"
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