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Private [Rebel][Family] My feet are dangling off the edge
Posted 12-02-2017, 02:46 PM |
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 0.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 3 in, (ADLT: 127) 5 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra
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Posted 12-06-2017, 02:29 PM | This post was last modified: 12-06-2017, 02:30 PM by Síomha
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 0.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 3 in, (ADLT: 127) 5 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra
The orange and red furred pup dashed around ahead of her family joyously. It had felt like ages since they left the place they called "Home", such a stupid thing anyway, and she was going to savor every moment of this! "Let's go, Mama! Otto!"
Síomha howled behind her, her blind shamrock eyes not telling where anything was. The memory of what her other senses could see was something she depended on desperately. She had sped far ahead of her family, so what her ears, nose, and paws told her was what she listened to direct her.

The steepness of the mountains left the Wrex girl with a strange feeling of complete balance as if she would not die if she were to fall. New scents flooded her black nostrils and she opened her maw to process them all.
It was like she had entered a whole new realm. For a moment, she had lost herself in thought and imagination. Gods, if only she could see...


OOC: Terrible, I know, but work with me!
jasper and sandstone roar | "Fight me or obey me!" | "Why don't they fight?" | force leads to bloodshed


Otto Elf Scorpius (use í in Síomha to tag properly! <3)



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Posted 12-06-2017, 02:45 PM |
Otto
Rogue Pup
Male, 0.25
Endomorph
9 [37] in, 5 [133] lbs
0 ep
© Ev

  otto's ears perked as his sister ran around them, his orange eyes never leaving the blind girl- too worried about his sister. he followed her in her shadow, as if he was playing tag with it. "be careful, síomha.." he didn't dare use any words about her lack of sight. his paws trail behind her with a urgency. his ears stay perked as he looks around, heart locked inside his rib-cage, nothing but worry running through him as they walked across the frozen wasteland. his nose is lifted, this was the first he had been out of the place that they called home, somewhere there was only red rock and hard work- somewhere otto loved, yet, it felt weird to be apart of a pack without seeing his mother so much. it made his heart yearn, and he knew his father was of the pack as well, he hadn't seen him. only his uncles that seemed to barely ever leave. his ears flicker from side to side as he moves himself behind his sister. this was dangerous, venturing beyond their borders, the city limits. "it's beautiful here." he murmurs, looking around as he looks across a lake that had a thin layer of ice upon it. he shivers, thin fur and even thinner courage. he pushes against his sister in hopes for warmth.


Síomha, Nicharion, & Kynaios.



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Posted 12-12-2017, 03:36 AM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
Kynaios was around, keeping an eye on things. Exploration seemed to be on the agenda today, and he ghosted along behind the pair of adventurous pups with a rather permissive, devil-may-care attitude. He was prepared to intervene in an emergency but was otherwise inclined to let the kids enjoy a little independence. So far, it had gone beautifully, even allowing for the lack of eyesight in the precocious pup of the litter. When they came to the Lacrima, Kynaios gazed around in reverie, the sort that Otto may have wanted to indulge in if the boy hadn't been keeping such a close eye on his blind sister. Síomha seemed rather swept up by it all, undoubtedly stretching her imagination as well as her freedom. She had a mind of her own. He could respect that.

He padded closer behind them when he noticed his nephew shivering. His own coat was plush enough to ward off the cold so he barely noticed it before. Though it seemed Otto was reacting to more than just the chill in the air. Kynaios followed the boy's gaze out across the lake, frowning as he assessed its very thin layer of ice. Probably not solid enough to hold him, or one of the pups for long.
Far be it for him to nag them about stuff, but in case their mother hadn't warned them about the dangers of trying to walk on water yet - "Probably want to stay off that ice," Kynaios mused aloud. "Fall in, and you'd be a pupsicle in no time." He looked down at their heads, grinning from ear to ear. "So what grand adventures are you two up to?"
Síomha, Otto



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Posted 12-13-2017, 09:31 AM |
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 0.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 3 in, (ADLT: 127) 5 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra
The worrywart followed in her pawsteps as she could've guessed, beseeching her to be careful. Ugh, couldn't he just calm down?! For one who could see, he was quite fearful for her sake. Síomha really wished he would worry about himself; she didn't go chasing Otto around going "Hey, watch out!" every five seconds. Yes, she never got to look at the world the way he did, but that only made her want to go and see it in her own way. What was so bad about that? Nothing, right?

She paused as the steepness left her centered and balanced, her brother mentioning the beauty of their new environment. Ears flattened and brows lower to the same plane, a frown widening on her muzzle. "Why did he just say that?" She did not know what it meant to be beautiful, so her mind scrambled to assemble wide ranges of things that had a texture that she liked to try and make up for useless eyes. Their efforts had tossed themselves into the scrap pile as she felt Otto's pelt brush against hers suddenly, making her streaked form jump a few inches away and voice squeak in a yelp.

"How 'bout a warning next time!?" She snarled, instantly feeling sorry and trying to make up for it with a playful nudge if he would stay still. He got on her nerves, but he was family. Mother and father didn't get near enough for her to get a grasp on their love, but she could always count on her uncles and her worrywart to be beside her. Speaking of the Devil, the voice of Uncle Kyn echoed around the two, the girl turning around to where the sound was loudest, tail perked and sightless orbs glittering.
"Hiya! We were jus' chillin', Uncle Kyn. Right, Otto?"

jasper and sandstone roar || "Fight me or obey me!" || "Why don't they fight?" || force leads to bloodshed


Otto, Kynaios, Nicharion



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Posted 12-13-2017, 10:27 PM |
Otto
Rogue Pup
Male, 0.25
Endomorph
9 [37] in, 5 [133] lbs
0 ep
© Ev

  a soft grunt comes from his lips when he is snapped at, for he only wanted the comfort of his sister, his eyes roll as he looks to around the two. like they were the only two in the world, about to take it all on, about to rule. but before he can get to any more thoughts, their uncle shows. his head twists up to look at him before he looks back to the lake. a small shrug of his shoulders, he would take his word for it. "just as síomha says." he speaks, gruffly, his voice still squeaky, yet it seems deeper than a usual pup's. chillin', literally, otto's fur was not made for this. he was made for the warmth of the ridge, well, to a sense. right now, it was freezing, but he could bask on the red rock and warm himself. his eyes flicker back to the man, "are you following us?" he asks, curious. was someone worried about them? his ears flatten to his head before his gaze wanders back to his sister than the ice. why would someone worry of them? what was in this big, scary world that could possibly hurt the pups? hm? magic? pft. otto lets out a yawn before he shakes his fur out, only to press to his sister, making a grunt so she knew that he was still around- still relying on the girl.


Kynaios



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