IP: 12.231.36.2
Posted on September 21, 2013 at 00:38:45 AM by Tristan
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I bound up to the girl, eager to know her name, all about her. Surely this must be one of the alpha children! I remember seeing her pressed up against Tesseract's leg. She certainly seems nice enough. She's kind of pretty as well, though I'm still too young to think of a girl as anything more than pretty. Of course, they all look better than my sister, who can't think to keep her hair clean, let alone groomed. Don't get me wrong, it's not all about looks but she could at least try to act like a lady sometimes. Instead she's always wanting to rough house and fight and wrestle like some....well, like a boy. I know that's what I am but do we always have to resort to violence? I was always content just to sit down and talk, about anything, really. The weather, our backgrounds. Okay, so it's not so fun when you both have the same background but we could talk about how our days went or something, but no! Instead she wants to growl and leap at me like I'm so prized toy for her to chew on. I don't think so! I learned to run quickly. The girl is royalty so I wonder if I should be bowing to her or something. My brow furrows as I try to work it out in my head. I lower my head some, trying my best to bow respectfully like I've seen mom do before. Am I doing it right? I glance up toward her, trying to make out her reaction. Surely she should be pleased that I at least tried. Once I straighten back up, I wonder what we should be talking about. What do puppies talk to other puppies about? I'm drawing a blank. Dangit. My ears flicker back, suddenly awkward and uncertain. I don't even know her name yet and I'm having a hard time talking to her. She has no trouble reacting to me, though, her eyes bright as she wags her tail and greets me with an exclamation. Her bubbly voice is contagious, causing my own tail to quicken in its wagging as my ears prick forward again and I give her a goofy smile. She tells me her name is Octavia. I try to repeat it to myself, my brow furrowing once more in concentration. "Oc-Octa-Octavi-a." I have to pause a little as I sound it out but soon enough I get it, my eyes bright as her own. "A pleasure to meet you, Octavia. What do you like to do for fun?" That's a good conversation starter, right? It's the first thing that came to mind. Now if only it has nothing to do with the snow, cause Fenris, I hate snow. Tristan.male.0 years.son of Enigma & |
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