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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2023 2:47:23 GMT
Mufara'kah was having a blast. She was lying just outside of the big glass greenhouse in a patch of warm sunshine with grass tickling her belly, hind paws kicked out behind in a comfortable sprawl. The little black pup was completely absorbed in chewing on the very best stick ever. She'd wandered away from the greenhouse that morning in a valiant bid to follow the grown-ups out on their...whatever they did all day, but had quickly gotten distracted when she tripped over a big knobbly stick that had been kicked right into her path. It was love at first sight. She'd decided right then and there that this stick was hers and absolutely had to come back home with her.
So she'd grabbed it in her toothy little jaws and dragged it all the way back to the greenhouse. Not inside though - No, everyone else would want to chew all over it, she just knew. This was her treasure. And what a treasure it was! She was so absorbed in how great her new teeth felt sinking into the bark that she didn't realize right away that someone else had spotted her.
When Mufara did realize that she was being watched, she perked her fluffy ears up, tongue stuck out in a comical way, and squinted her beady little eyes at the other dog. She slapped both front paws down over her new toy and whuffed, "It's mine! Grruff!" Of course, it was all a mock display, a way for the infant to get a feel of her own "big voice." But she really, really did want to keep the stick.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2023 1:14:51 GMT
[googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Vast Shadow] Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us
begin.  Ridna took one, two trepidatious steps forward. They'd been here for about a month, and he was feeling better and stronger with each passing day. Now, he felt strong enough and brave enough to venture outside. The trek had been long, but he'd made it. Standing proudly in the entry way, he basked in the warm light of the sun. Having been born in the frigid breath of winter, he loved nothing more than the blazes of the sun. Just a few more steps and he felt grass beneath his paws. At first, he thought himself alone, but quiet chewing noises brought his attention to another pup laying in the grass. He watched her curiously then startled when she slapped her paws on the stick and spoke. "Sure," he said, sitting down. Who was this one again? There were so many of them, he had trouble keeping track. hope that's ok |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2023 4:12:56 GMT
Mufara'kah frowned suspiciously at the spotted ren for a good long time. She didn't know a lot about clan politics or ranks or even how many dogs were in Ah'mir Clan. (A lot, she'd gathered rather simply) She did know, however, that this pup hadn't always been here. Or at least...she hadn't nursed alongside him from the start. No, he had magically appeared at the same time as the New Mother. Mufara had been curious about the pup from the start, but also a little wary. Even at her young age she could tell by instinct alone that he was weaker than the others. Smaller too. And apparently kind of jumpy!
That last one made Mufara relax a little bit. He wasn't a challenger - And he also didn't really look like he cared about her stick. Okay, maybe that was a little weird. Her brothers and sisters would have pounced on her and tried to take it. It would have turned into a game and a battle to topple the litter's hierarchy. After all, it was a really good stick! She peered down at the toy, pondering what could possibly be wrong with the strange little ren that he didn't want to tussle with her for the stick.
"You don't want it?" She finally quizzed him, tilting her head deeply to one side. "Why'd you come here, then? You're always inside sleepins."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2023 15:58:40 GMT
[googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Vast Shadow] Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us
begin. It was Ridna's turn to look quizzical. "Why would I want it?" It was just a stick. There were plenty of sticks all around them. If he wanted a stick, he could get his own. He didn't need to take it from her. Ridna fluffed up. His feathers ruffled by her statement. "I-I'm not!" He wasn't always sleeping. Sure, he stayed inside more than the others and kept closer to the nest. Even this was his first time outside the confines of the greenhouse, but that didn't mean he was always sleeping. He did other things too. "Why are you out?" he yipped, "Just to chew on a stick?" You didn't need to be outside to chew on a stick. Why did she have to do that out here. Notes and things can go here |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2023 2:50:56 GMT
"Yeah, you are!" Mufara squeaked back in a stubborn, bossy kind of way.. "You don't ever come play." Did the other pup even know how to play? He didn't seem to understand what was so great about the stick, after all. Mufara wasn't sure if she'd ever seen him try. She stood and bent into a clumsy play bow, gnashing and clicking her teeth playfully at him as she spoke. "I want to play outside! Inside is boring. Outside...has sticks! And smells. And all the grown-ups are leaving and sometimes it's fun to try'n follow 'em. Have you ever tried to follow the grown-ups? I bet they go some place fun!"
Who wouldn't want to leave the stuffy old greenhouse? Outside was so much more fun! There were all kinds of things to do out here. Like play! And chase grown-ups and explore and wrestle with her brothers and sisters and..and all those things that her little brain couldn't put into words.
In a rather showy move, the fuzzy black pup bounced backwards, stumbled a little over her toy, and then grabbed it in her teeth to give it a good hard shake. Sort of. It was all really uncoordinated. But she just had to show her...um...brother? how much fun it was! Maybe he had just forgotten how to have fun. Maybe she could remind him.
"Ish a really gud shtick!" She blabbered around the bark, holding it up with her muzzle pointed high as if she were presenting a trophy to the other pup. "Shee?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2023 16:17:56 GMT
[googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Vast Shadow] Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us
begin. He had been listless. So, so listless with no energy to spare. His days had been equivalent to eat, sleep, repeat. But now he was stronger. Maybe he'd wanted to play with them, but now. "Maybe I don't want to paly with you," he retorted, pride stung. He wasn't going to play with now. Not ever. His brow furrowed and he took a hesitant step back. The Outside was scary. Everything outside of this place Mom had brought him was dangerous. He didn't like the Outside very much. "No. I don't want to. I never want to." His tail fell and his ears drooped. He didn't want to go back Outside. Ridna was just fine staying here where it was safe. Ridna's head titled as he watched the ludicrous display. "Umn, I guess." He wasn't impressed nor did he see the appeal. Could it really be all that great? Maybe if he squinted. Nope, still just a stick. Notes and things can go here |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2023 23:57:57 GMT
At Ridna's retort, Mufara dropped the stick at her paws, expression soured into a wrinkled frown. Her eyes widened into sparkly, tear filled pools, but she blinked them away so that Ridna wouldn't see her cry like a ren. The other pup's rejection hurt. A lot. She couldn't wrap her young mind around why it hurt. It just...did. It hadn't occurred to her that maybe she had offended him first. She'd just wanted him to come and play with her! Instead, her bitter frown slowly morphed into an angry scowl and she found herself snapping back at Ridna with a growl,
"Well, I don't want to play with you either! You're no fun at all, and you...you smell like medicine and stinky elders." Okay, maybe that was taking things a bit too far, but Mufara's temper at this point in her life wasn't exactly unknown. "You should go back inside and nap some more, and I'll go find somebody fun to play with. My real brothers and sisters will want to play with me!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2023 16:24:06 GMT
[googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Vast Shadow] Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us
begin. Ridna was so, so upset. Why had he bothered coming to this horrible place? Why did Mother bring them here? He was better off inside after all. Ridna frowned and stepped back, "I-I do not! You smell worse. You smell like," he racked his head for something terrible, "Ran!" He blurted out the first thing he could think of. He was feeling quite indignant now. So, so very upset, his tail went up, "Maybe I will then. I don't want to stay with someone so mean." Ridna was just proving her point by going back inside, but the ren didn't think that far ahead. He wanted to be anywhere but here, so it seemed well enough. "You're not my real sister anyways," he howled, "I-I don't have any siblings."Notes and things can go here |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2023 4:45:45 GMT
"No I don't!" Mufara shouted back, her voice breaking slightly at the end because of her own shrill anger. She took a few angry steps forward, white-tipped chin raised and glared hotly at the spotted pup, lips drawn downwards into a deep frown. Why was he so mean? How come he didn't want to play with her? Maybe there really was something wrong with him. Either way, her opinion of Ridna wasn't looking so great right now. In fact, she kind of really didn't like him. Yes. He could go back inside. But she'd probably shove him out of their nest tonight when they all went to bed.
"You know what?" She said, voice quivering with the ferocity of her own angry thoughts. She knew it was too mean to say. She just knew it. But it was coming out anyway, whether she liked it or not. "I bet your mama thinks you're too funny and sick too. That's why she takes care of me and Aye'humu and Sha'aba and everybody else. Cause she thinks you're gonna die, and then she'll still have rens when you're all gone. Cause we aren't weird and stinky like you."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2023 17:08:56 GMT
 I got a heartbreak habit that I can't kick only you can ease the pain The sounds of angry, squeaking voices caught the dalmatian's attention. She had been getting better about her tendency to wordlessly pick up and move the pups back into the nesting area of the makeshift nursery within the greenhouse, but their yapping voices still always caused her head to perk. She was so very tired. Exhaustion rearing its ugly head as she had finally began to settle a bit amongst her peers and allowed herself to slow down - thus feeling the full force of her absolute fatigue. Sleeping was a luxury she had been thus far unable to afford, though now she found herself drifting off at nearly every opportunity for quiet.
But then, it was never truly quiet. She still couldn't fully trust her clan mates - even those she had spent her whole life with - to watch over the pups for her. No. They were her responsibility and she would ensure all of their safety.
As the quarrel outside grew more intense with rising, fevered voices, Tatu'elier lifted her head from her front paws and cocked her head in an attempt to pick out the words being tossed back and forth. She recognized the two combatants instantly. Mufara'kah and her own born Ridna'aba. Mufara was definitely her father's daughter, Tatu had concluded through their interactions. Not only did she look like a miniature version of the proud Chief Damien, but she also carried with her a strong air of his power heightened by her puppy-ish defiance.
Insults began to fly through the air outside of the greenhouse. With a huff, Tatu rose to her feet and quickly trotted out of the indoor structure to break up the small kerfuffle before things would start to get out of hand. Unfortunately, as she exited the glass door frame, she appeared to be too late for that.
"I bet your mama thinks you're too funny and sick too. That's why she takes care of me and Aye'humu and Sha'aba and everybody else. Cause she thinks you're gonna die, and then she'll still have rens when you're all gone."
Tatu's jaw and tail dropped at this statement that came from the large, black pup. She found herself stopped immediately in her tracks, standing partway out into the light of the day. Her chest felt heavy as a ripping sensation tore at her heart. How could the pup say such cruel things? Was it in her nature due to her parentage, or had Tatu failed as a caretaker? Her ears drooped to accentuate the sadness that glimmered in her tired, brown eyes.
"Mufara!" she called out, not in an angry or demanding tone, but in a way that held strong - hiding her sadness behind her words. "You should not say such things. You know they are not true.."
Stepping forward her gaze fell between the two pups, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. "Now, what's going on here?" she inquired, curious to how these insults had come about. Her voice was soft and loving. She was not angry, only taken aback by such words and definitely shaken by them. The dalmatian had always opted to not think about death, especially when it came to her pata.
She plopped down onto her haunches between the two arguing ren. Her head turned between each, looking at the two of them in turn as she towered above them. "Well?" i act | "i talk" | 'i think' |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2023 16:47:21 GMT
[attr="class","snailhouse"] [attr="class","Chromeleft"] [attr="class","Chromeleftoverlay"] [attr="class","NOSTALGIA"] [attr="class","Chromeright"] [attr="class","Chromeoverlay"] [attr="class","puppycat"]@mufarakah @tatuelier [attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]notes here, keep it short [attr="class","monody"]  Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We only have today. Let us begin. He told himself he wasn't going to cry. He was going to be strong and hold his place, but unbidden tears threatened to well up. As he mustered his words for what would surely be the harshest of insults, what came out of his jaws instead was a mewling cry. Ridna fell on his rump and turned his head skywards as the tears leaked out. "No, she doesn't." His mother loved him, and he loved her. She wouldn't throw him away. "I'm not gonna die."
His eyes turned towards his mother's voice. As she came towards them, he took a few wobbling steps up to her and pushed his head against her leg. "I don't like this place," he cried, "Everyone's mean." Ridna refused to look at Mufara, turning his head away from the bigger ren. "I want to go home." Ridna didn't really know where home was. The only other place he'd known had been the cold, damp fallen tree where he'd been born, and that hadn't been great, but this place wasn't good at all. It was awful, awful, awful. Maybe even worse than that log where his siblings slept forever.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2023 17:16:51 GMT
"MUFARA!"
Uh oh...
The angry, defiant frown was suddenly wiped from Mufara'kah's face. Oma'Tatu had arrived. Mufara whipped around to face her adoptive mother, eyes wide, looking for all the world like she'd just been caught stealing extra lout from the food storage. Guilty. Ashamed. As the older canna approached and began to scold her, the black ren dipped her head and held it low, avoiding Tatu's disapproving gaze. Of course it wasn't true, but he had just made her so upset! She was well aware of Ridna stumbling over to hug his mother's leg, but she didn't follow his lead. The idea of seeking comfort from Tatu beside her real son felt wrong...especially when she was being lectured on his behalf.
Mufara didn't immediately respond to the dalmatian when she prompted for answers. Instead, she sat down and stared hard at Tatu's spotted paws, fuzzy ears folded back against her head, and listened to Ridna cry out his sorrows. The pup found her own frown deepening again. picked at the grass underneath her own paws, tight lipped, until she realized that Tatu was waiting for her to speak as well. Mufara finally braved a peek at the tall canna. She was looking from one pup to the other, waiting for one of them to speak up.
"I wanted Ridna to play with me." She mumbled quietly, once again avoiding Tatu's eyes. "He said he'd never wanna play with me."
Hot tears stung at her own eyes as she spoke, though it was hard to tell if they were tears of anger or because her "brother" had hurt her feelings. It didn't matter. She blinked them away as quick as they came anyway. She wasn't going to blub like Ridna.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2023 22:43:29 GMT
I got a heartbreak habit that I can't kick only you can ease the pain Ridna's tear-filled sobs tore at the dalmatain's heart strings as he approached his mother and buried his face into her leg. Any bit of anger she may have felt at the situation as a whole entirely evaporated at this reaction, though his words cut deep in both her heart and soul.
Home? This was home. Here with their fellow Ah'mir canna. She let out a whimper and cocked her head at his pleas. Surely he wouldn't be thinking of going back out on their own. Would he? Even considering how young he was when she had taken him from that horrid place she could not comprehend his want to go back. Her mouth hung open as she tried to find the right words, wanting to understand what he meant. But all she could ask was, "Who here is mean?"
Her ears perked as Mufara'kah gave her side of things, sharing her feelings as well. Tatu's lips pulled back, stretching her closed mouth as she thought. Looking between the two of them, she wondered why Mufara hadn't approached her for comfort as Ridna had. Perhaps it wasn't comfort that she needed. Some pups did prefer to have their space, especially when intense disagreements occurred. Dropping her gaze back to the star-spotted pup, she asked, "Ridna, why won't you play with your sister?"
It never even occurred to the young mother that she had failed to acknowledge Mufara directly, instead only addressing Ridna with her questions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2023 18:31:46 GMT
[attr="class","snailhouse"] [attr="class","Chromeleft"] [attr="class","Chromeleftoverlay"] [attr="class","NOSTALGIA"] [attr="class","Chromeright"] [attr="class","Chromeoverlay"] [attr="class","puppycat"]@tatuelier, @mufarakah [attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]notes here, keep it short [attr="class","monody"] Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We only have today. Let us begin. Ridna didn't look at anyone, only pushed his head more against his mother's leg. "Everyone," he sobbed. It had only been Mufara, but his world was so small that one dog was everyone. Since Mufara was mean, everyone was. Mufara thought he was a boring, stinky ren would slept all the time, so everyone must think the same. His back turned to Mufara, he sat down with every intention of never speaking to her again.
The spotted pup sniffled. That was right. He would never play with this meanie. He won't even talk to her from now on. "Because she's mean." It was the only defense he had. His young mind couldn't comprehend anything else. It all boiled down to if he liked them or not with no nuance to it. A part of him knew that his next words were wrong even if he didn't understand why. They came out muffled as a result. "She's not my sister." His siblings were back in that damp log. His sister didn't look like that, didn't smell like that.
He didn't notice Mufara's emotions. Ridna only wanted her to hurt as much as he had. He spit his words out with a venom intended to do that. She wasn't his real family, and she would never be.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2023 3:33:58 GMT
Ridna was likely too young to realize it, but his immediately hurtful replies on behalf of Mufara were reserving him a permanent little place on a shelf of dishonor in the black ren's little brain. A shelf that was previously reserved for Gru'e since he'd pushed her down on the ground not too long ago. On the outside, Mufara'kah was staring hard at Tatu's paws without saying a word.
On the inside, a great dislike was building for this whimpery, smelly pup that had inexplicably been labeled as her "brother." There was a time for bonding with the ren that she'd nursed beside for so many weeks. That opportunity had just been chased away with a barrage of nasty words. Yes, Mufara had said some awful things herself. But...he had started it! And Tatu was taking his side!
Mufara looked away towards the forest, glaring heatedly at nothing in particular. As long as she didn't have to look at Ridna'aba.
"I don't want to be your sister." Was all she said in response. And she meant it. Whoever would want him for a brother? He was awful!
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