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Posted on April 27, 2013 at 09:09:06 PM by Everchime & Mortz
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Weylin's growl draws Ever's ears further forward than they probably should be, she doesn't have to guess who it's aimed at as she's been watching the whole process of this hunt, rather than taking part in it. She has choosen to take care of the young pup Mortz and in the process learning with him as well as showing him things to look for, how the wolves run and dodge. The two of them are so engrossed in the pack hunt that she hadn't noticed the large wolf that walks up on them. His ears are back and she is given a start when she see's him at last, it's not his fault really she just wasn't paying attention to the things around her. At first a paw moves out to stop the rambunctious Mortz from pulling a spaz attack on the new commer, he obviously made it in far enough without being attacked. Mind, most of those down below would have been the type to stop him. Mortz promtly sits his little fuzzy brown butt down on the ground as Ever's paw stretched out to halt his process. Oh he would have spazzed, not hard core like, but he would have insisted on knowing just who this man was that he thought he could just walk in like this. He is silent. Ever's in charge right now and that's all that matters to him. He likes her, she's a good nanny.
He speaks, asking for acceptance into the pack, for a chance to eat. "I suppose..." she says slowly, cautiously, but she's far to nice to be totally rude. "My name is Everchime, and this is Prince Mortz," she says to him with a friendly enough voice, not something she'd use with Pan, but he's a different wolf all together. Mortz nods his head as she speaks of him being a prince, that's all she knows that he is after all. "Miss Everchime, father has called me. Might I leave?" she looks down at Mortz for a quick second and looks up at the pack to see Weylin's eyes leave their vacinity and she nods to him "Go along, we'll follow you" she says and looks to the male. Looking now he seems older than she now that she had a better chance to take in all his features, way older than her three years.
"Come along now, no need to let it all get eaten on us" she says with a flick of her tail, ears flicking forwards as she trots off after the little pup. Mortz was getting bigger and bigger by the day and she wondered if he'd surpass her in height when he reached his full amount, with the male following behind Everchime and Mortz in the fore-front he has all the time in the world to frollic around the beach now that the monster was dead and gone, he had seen the flipper his father held in his mouth and had almost squeeled with glee, if he hadn't been interupted by the strange male. It didn't stop him from wondering what the male was doing but he felt his belly grumble and when he came around to the side Weylin was on he pounced on the flipper and began to munch on the fins, whipping his head from side to side in an attempt to mimic Wey ripping the head of the beast. He would rip and tear and rip and tear until there was nothing left but little tiny bits of flipper. Even though the mass of blood, fat and meat would warn the sea lions for a while to stay off this beach, Mortz felt his was a bit more effect to it than Wey's but then again, he's a kid after all.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - devil dog - glorall
Weylin's growl draws Ever's ears further forward than they probably should be, she doesn't have to guess who it's aimed at as she's been watching the whole process of this hunt, rather than taking part in it. She has choosen to take care of the young pup Mortz and in the process learning with him as well as showing him things to look for, how the wolves run and dodge. The two of them are so engrossed in the pack hunt that she hadn't noticed the large wolf that walks up on them. His ears are back and she is given a start when she see's him at last, it's not his fault really she just wasn't paying attention to the things around her. At first a paw moves out to stop the rambunctious Mortz from pulling a spaz attack on the new commer, he obviously made it in far enough without being attacked. Mind, most of those down below would have been the type to stop him. Mortz promtly sits his little fuzzy brown butt down on the ground as Ever's paw stretched out to halt his process. Oh he would have spazzed, not hard core like, but he would have insisted on knowing just who this man was that he thought he could just walk in like this. He is silent. Ever's in charge right now and that's all that matters to him. He likes her, she's a good nanny.
He speaks, asking for acceptance into the pack, for a chance to eat. "I suppose..." she says slowly, cautiously, but she's far to nice to be totally rude. "My name is Everchime, and this is Prince Mortz," she says to him with a friendly enough voice, not something she'd use with Pan, but he's a different wolf all together. Mortz nods his head as she speaks of him being a prince, that's all she knows that he is after all. "Miss Everchime, father has called me. Might I leave?" she looks down at Mortz for a quick second and looks up at the pack to see Weylin's eyes leave their vacinity and she nods to him "Go along, we'll follow you" she says and looks to the male. Looking now he seems older than she now that she had a better chance to take in all his features, way older than her three years.
"Come along now, no need to let it all get eaten on us" she says with a flick of her tail, ears flicking forwards as she trots off after the little pup. Mortz was getting bigger and bigger by the day and she wondered if he'd surpass her in height when he reached his full amount, with the male following behind Everchime and Mortz in the fore-front he has all the time in the world to frollic around the beach now that the monster was dead and gone, he had seen the flipper his father held in his mouth and had almost squeeled with glee, if he hadn't been interupted by the strange male. It didn't stop him from wondering what the male was doing but he felt his belly grumble and when he came around to the side Weylin was on he pounced on the flipper and began to munch on the fins, whipping his head from side to side in an attempt to mimic Wey ripping the head of the beast. He would rip and tear and rip and tear until there was nothing left but little tiny bits of flipper. Even though the mass of blood, fat and meat would warn the sea lions for a while to stay off this beach, Mortz felt his was a bit more effect to it than Wey's but then again, he's a kid after all.
"talks like this"
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - devil dog - glorall
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