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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 11:51:01 GMT -5
RykettCalypso was home and feeling better than ever. Her ailment was completely healed. She sucked in a deep breath of fresh air, relishing the smooth way it passed through her lungs without resistance or pain. She smiled a wide grin as she entered the copse. Home. Home! Home!! The pale blue shewolf pranced about, her careful paws carrying her over roots and leaping above dens and fallen logs. "Striken! I'm home! Striken you're going to be a-ow..." Calypso winced as her belly was given a kick. Maybe leaping about like a puppy wasn't a good idea when your pups were due to be born any day now. With a small smile she retreated to the den she hadnt slept in for two seasons. The den smelled if Striken. His scent was slightly old, but new enough to know he hadnt given up on them. Calypso knew he wouldn't. He wasn't that kind of guy. He was her kind of guy. Honest and true. Patient and kind. Strong and protective. Sweet and loving. Striken was her world. With a smile and a yawn she slipped into a shallow sleep, waiting for her one and only to arrive.
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Post by Rykett on Mar 8, 2016 20:41:50 GMT -5
((Kinda got carried away...))
Striken:
A dark form was flattened against the ground. Two amber eyes were fixed on a large goose. The black and white head was down as it foraged through the brown and yellow grass. The rest of the goose's flock rested a couple feet away from their foraging companion. The flock was flying South, but had decided to turn in for the evening, nestled in the safety of the long grass with a slow moving area of river only a quick waddle away. Their passage through was another warning of the incoming winter. They were blissfully unaware of the predator planning his attack.
Striken clenched his jaw tightly as his belly brushed against the ground. He dared not breathe as he was so close to the target goose. The other geese were prepared for a nice relaxing sleep. Some already had their heads tucked under brown wings while other picked at the ground, honking softly. Only his target goose was standing with its black flipper feet revealed. It was turned mostly towards him. Any movement would send the goose honking an alarm as it flapped back to the flock. Striken patience stretched on as he waited for an opportunity. The opportunity. He knew exactly what he was waiting for. The goose would feel the desire to join the flock in slumber. It would have to turn its back on Striken to do so. It would barely know what hit it.
The goose lifted its head after what seemed like an eternity to Striken. It honked, opening it beak wide as it did so as if yawning. Then it turned as slow as a tortoise and started toddling towards the dozing gaggle. The wolf concealed in the grass tensed as the prey began to swivel away. A careful paw placed itself on the grass as Striken shifted his weight gently in preparation for the chase. Energy flowed through his muscles excited to be released through motion. The male focused as he called on another type of energy. A dull red glow lit his stormy fur, filling Striken with a buzz as his fur charged with electricity. His fur raised with his power's magic.
With a powerful kick of his back legs, The hunter propelled himself forward. He rocketed towards his prey. His teeth were bared in determination and his static-filled fur sparked with every step. The geese trumpeted loudly in fear. The gaggle stumbled to their webbed feet as one of their companions flapped desperately with a wolf in hot pursuit. In a couple steps, Striken overtook the fleeing goose while the other geese waddled away with their wings attempting to lift them into the air. A paw struck the target goose and the animal jolted with the static shock that resulted from contact with Striken’s fur. It crashed to a halt, stunned, but the wolf continued running, his amber eyes now fixed on the other fleeing geese. Other birds might’ve just easily flown away, but geese required some momentum to get into the air, unfortunately for them. Striken gallop onwards. As the final goose lifted off, Striken reached them. He leaped to reach the flock. His jaws closed around a goose’s leg. It honked in terror as it was yanked from the sky. Striken killed it with a brutal shaking of his head. He dropped the dead goose and returned to where the stunned goose lay. It was just recovering from the electric shock. Too late.
The stormy gray wolf padded through the grasslands with two limp geese dangling from his jaw. With the absence of his loved ones, Striken had taken to wandering the territory on long walks and hunting expeditions. His roamings had become longer and longer as the days stretched onward. Everytime he returned to the copse and his den, he was reminded that Calypso, Mysti, and Jekyll still weren’t home. So he ventured to other parts of the territory. Other wolves might’ve roamed out of Tranquil Meadows, but Striken had never placed a single paw out of the border. Even if Calypso, Mysti, and Jekyll never returned, Striken would still remain, unwilling to give up on the idea that they would come back. His amber eyes drifted upwards to view the overcast sky. Orange ribbons colored the clouds as the bright light of sunset reflected against the grey cloud layer now floating above the orb that was the setting sun. The orange sun highlighted every individual blade in the grasslands as it flooded the valley with its fading light. The geese dropped from his maw as the wolf sat to enjoy the sunset for a second.
Would he return to his den tonight? Striken didn’t want to sleep in what was becoming more and more of an empty den. He wished Calypso would come back. Maybe she was there, waiting. Maybe she wasn’t. Striken looked down at the food by his paws. One goose would be enough to fill his belly so he would need to bury the other. He’d have to return. He sighed and picked up the dead birds. He padded slowly towards the direction of the copse. A sound different from the usual noises that surround the grasslands drifted on the wind.
Striken stopped suddenly. His ears stood vigilant as his heart missed a beat. A voice. It was a distant voice. As his hopes rose, his paws pounded against the ground in a sprint. Striken’s mind raced with that distant hint of a voice playing in his head. It was so familiar. Striken was sure that it was one of the voices that he missed so much. As he neared the copse, her scent filled the air. ”Calypso!” Striken’s hopeful voice thundered through the trees as he galloped eagerly through the copse.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 7:06:28 GMT -5
Calypso was asleep, graceful blue head resting elegantly on her striped forepaws. Her vibrant eyes were hidden by pale, velvety lids. Her sharply pointed ears were relaxed, falling towards her neck. Her expression was content, a small flicker of joy and a whiff of worry on her forehead. The slender shewolf was dreaming of her future.
Striken would arrive home and welcome her back with a yip. They would talk long into the night, then she'd tell him about her burden. The pup would be born, a beautiful little girl with three brothers and-
Lime green eyes fluttered open, alerted by the sound of another voice. A soft voice. A surprised voice. A happy voice. A loving voice. A familiar voice. The voice of Striken. Her other half, her one and only. Her mate. The father of her pups.
"Striken!" The foggy mist of sleep from her eyes dissipated abruptly, making room for the blinding brightness of joy. "My Striken. It's been so long." She rose slowly, swollen belly ganging from her now healthy frame. Her voice was clear and smooth, no longer ravaged by the gravelly cough. She met him, hugging him close, her muzzle buried in his sweet smelling grey ruff. Before he could ask, Calypso answered his obvious question. "Mysti and Jekyll are fine, they are...their taking their time."
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Post by Rykett on Apr 2, 2016 17:57:04 GMT -5
Striken:
Striken skidded to a halt in front of their den. Dropping the geese that dangled from his jaws, he padded inside. His expression was lit with joy as his amber eyes saw the pale blue she-wolf. Her voice rang musically in his ears. A grin was plastered on his muzzle as they hugged. Striken enjoyed the feeling of her soft fur against his. He felt tears of relief and happiness pricking the corners of his eyes.
”Calypso,” Striken said softly, ”I… I was beginning to think that you’d never come back.” The words reminded Striken of the numbing worry that had plagued him during her absence… Their absence… Mysti and Jekyll. What if something had happened? Striken opened his mouth to ask, but Calypso knew him well enough that she answered the unspoken question. Striken’s smile had disappeared for a second as his thoughts as worrying for his sister and nephew. Calypso’s words reassured him though and a smile returned as Stirken reveled in Calypso’s presence.
”Let me look at you,” his voice said tenderly as he lightly pushed her back so his could take in her form. Her lime eyes were sparkling and her beautiful face was filled with kindness and joy that mirrors his own. She was different, though. It wasn’t the difference caused by her regained health. Her belly was swelled to an usual size for a she-wolf of her build. Concern and a fair bit of confusion flickered across his face. Something clicked in Striken’s mind, but he was still unsure. ”Are you…” He was unable to finish the question as the implications dawned on him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 18:02:07 GMT -5
Calypso stared lovingly into her mates warm amber eyes, she was home. It didn’t matter where she was as long as He was with her. For home was where the heart is, and Striken had her heart. The one and only Striken. He guarded that heart with his memory, his kind words. When he looked at her she felt warm all over, as if nothing could harm her. Nothing could touch her as long as he was there protecting her. And when he needed the protecting, she would be with him, fighting. But there was one rule in her life that she would always keep. Don’t die for your loved ones, live for them. Calypso’s giddy grinned was replaced by the shy and joyful, small smile. As Striken asked the question, his voice petered off cutely. It was true, she was, and boy was she glad they were his and not someone elses. She nodded timidly before speaking softly. ”You’ll be a wonderful father my lightning strike.” She glided down into a laying position as a pain ricocheted through her. ”Speaking of which, those pups of yours are very eager to meet you.” The end of her sentence ended in a gasp. ”Like, now.”
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Post by Rykett on Apr 9, 2016 18:51:05 GMT -5
Striken:
A smile spread across his maw as Calypso confirmed his suspicions. She was going to have pups! Their pups. He could imagine their beautiful little faces. A scene of a family running together floated through his mind and happy made Striken nearly burst with joy.
The joy quickly turned into panic as Calypso gasped in pain. Now, right now! They were coming right now! Striken panicked. "Calypso! Are you okay?! I should do something! What do you need me to do?" his worried voice spun through the air frantically. Usually Striken didn't easily break down in the face of the unknown, but his protective spirit longed to free Calypso from her pain and make sure the pups were born safely into the world yet he was helpless. There was he could do to ensure Calypso and the soon-to-be born puppies' safety. This fact made Striken a nervous wreck. He paced back and forth as he waited for something, anything, that he could do to help ease Calypso.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 19:11:32 GMT -5
Calypso's eyes scrunched closed as pain lit her veins on fire. Letting out a whimper the blue shewolf gasped out one word. "Bite!" The shewolf's jaw clenched, teeth gritting with a painful sound. She needed something to bite, a stick, a bone.....ANYTHING!!!Panting she moaned and gasped, the pain was horrific as her belly rippled. Her pelt lay flat and hot. it was too hot. too hot. so much pain. Calypso tried to think past the pain, but there was nothing. It was excruciating. Truly. Her eyes rolled back in her head, but her muscles still worked. In fact they Still clenched.
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Post by Rykett on Apr 9, 2016 19:30:39 GMT -5
Striken:
It was terrifying to see Calypso in so much pain. At her request, Striken first instinct was offer his paw sacrifice. So it was that Striken lifted his paw, willing to shove it between Calypso's clenched teeth and provide her some relief. But, knowing Calypso, she would refuse to bite him, though in her current state she wouldn't realize the difference between his paw and an apple. Besides, Striken's flesh wouldn't be hard enough to relax the strain that tightened her muscles. Striken shuffled, panicked, over the ground as he searched for a large enough stick, but there where only small twigs inside these particular den.
His frenzy growing, he sped back to Calypso and lifted his paw again. Then, once again, thought better of it. He glanced around and decided he couldn't waste anymore time looking for the perfect stick. So, he grabbed the closest thing to his paws, which happened to be his tail and jammed it in front of Calypso. He held his breath, waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 18:41:21 GMT -5
Calypso lapsed in and out of consciousness as she gave birth. One pup was already nuzzling at her belly when Striken offered his tail. Gasping, the new mother clamped her jaws onto his grey furred tail. Through the thick fur, her fangs crunched down on his bony flesh. The blue shewolf quaked with pain as the second and final pup slid from her. Soon two pups were cradled by her exhausted body, their sleek pelts too wet to tell what colors they were, though one was clearly lighter than the other. Slowly, the shewolf released the pressure on her mates unfortunate tail, a hint of blood on her tongue. However Calypso couldn't think clearly as wave after wave of exhaustion drove her eyelids further down over her lime green orbs. The last words she uttered before she fell into slumber were to Striken. "That was one heck of a ride."
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Post by Rykett on Apr 15, 2016 0:03:47 GMT -5
Striken:
Pain shot through Striken’s tail as Calypso’s teeth gripped it. In her strong jaws, Striken felt something snap. He winced, but refused to let anymore expressions of his pain be exposed for Calypso to worry about. Even if he groaned or something, Calypso probably won’t notice among the amount of pain that she was feeling right then. Striken squeezed his amber eyes shut until he felt Calypso release his tail.
He glanced at his rather limb tail before focusing his attention on Calypso. Striken managed to flash her a reassuring smile at her words before she fell unconscious with exhaustion. Then his eyes frantically checked for any sign of injury, but none was evident. The wriggling, little, wet forms caught his eye. He stared at them in awe. Two perfect puppies. Their beautiful puppies. A smile of pure joy spread across his maw. Then he curled, protectively, around the sleeping Calypso and the two newborn pups.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 15:20:20 GMT -5
~A week or two later~
"So...my sister is here?" Calypso approached her mate Striken tentatively. If Shiver was here, why had she not made herself known? Perhaps for the same reason Calypso had not. Perhaps Shiver had found a mate and had pups. That was an odd thing to picture. Shiver the warrior mothering pups. Calypso's humorous smile melted into an expression of dread. Shiver. Raising pups. She had to save them! She knew her sister would raise her pups the same way she would train an army. But, lets not get ahead of ourselves, Calypso thought, I don't even know if she's in Eternal Snowfall for sure. Calypso had merely thought she had smelled her scent nearby...
Timbre stared in awe as a butterfly emerged from its Cocoon. It's wings were a violent shade of raspberry, its eyes large and black. "Kokem." He whispered in his husky voice for his sister. "Come look at this Kok." The miracle of life. The beautiful splendor of color. Timbres shortened tail was bent in much the same way as his fathers. There was a funny story to that tail of his.
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Post by Rykett on May 22, 2016 19:28:59 GMT -5
Striken:
“Your sister? Oh, your sister!“ Striken hadn't received a chance to tell Calypso of the wolf that he'd met during her absence. He'd nearly forgotten, but now that Calypso brought up the subject he recalled their talk. “Yeah, I met her while you were being healed by White Magic. I forgot to mention it after you came back. She resides within the territory with pups of her own. Shiver was her name, right?“ His blip of memory was understandable as their pups had been born immediately after Calypso's return and raising pups was no easy matter. Kokem and Timbre had taken much of Striken's attention and time, so he barely had enough time to do more than help care for the two rambunctious pups.
Kokem:
Giggling, Kokem leaped through the air to land in a joyful tumble. She rolled happily in the dust in front of some unused dens of the copse. She saw no reason why she shouldn't become completely coated in dust. No one should judge her for her actions and if they did that was their problem, not Kokem's. She was her own wolf, completely unique from the rest of the world. If she wanted to roll in dust, she would roll in dust!
Her brother's voice brought Kokem to her filthy blue paws and bounding towards him on her stubby legs. She paused a bit before she reached Timbre so she could loose most of the dust with a couple vigorous shakes. Around her, a cloud of foggy brown blossomed from her dirty pelt as she attempted to rid herself of the dust. "What's up?" she asked striding up to her brother, still rather filthy. Then she noticed the butterfly, she fixed her pale green gaze on the insect before rolling her eyes ever so slightly. What was it with Timbre and butterflies? Kokem found not much more satisfaction in them beyond other flying bugs. They provided a fun chase and were fun to catch, but Timbre absolutely adored the bugs. He was ever calling Kokem over to check out this butterfly or look how that butterfly had glittering wings. But, Kokem supposed that Timbre had his unique preferences and she had hers.
"Betcha, I can catch it first!" Kokem said suddenly after a second of watching the butterfly in silence. She darted towards the flying insect. With paws outstretched, she leaped upwards. The butterfly barely managed to evade her grasping paws. The next jump, she tried to grab the butterfly with her jaws rather than her paws. She snagged a wing and pulled her butterfly down. Kokem tried to maintain a gentle grip on the bug as she displayed her prize to Timbre.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 15:22:16 GMT -5
Calypso:
Calypso nodded. "Thanks for the information, I was a bit busy as well." She chuckled. It had taken awhile to fully recover from birth. Not to mention behind naming to wean her pups. They were still young, but they were strong. She trusted her mate completely and she knew that Kokem and Timbre were very safe. So without too much hesitation, "I would like to meet up with my sister, catch up and see how her own family is coping. That is...if you think you can handle these two without me." She tentatively spoke, knowing Striken might be antsy about taking care of two rambunctious cubs by himself. "I should be back before sundown."
Timbre: The white and blue pup bounced excitedly as his sister tromped over to see the butterfly as well. Her dark coat was coated in a fine later of grit. He scrunched up his nose slightly in distaste before refocusing on the magical sight before him. If one looked closely at the insects wings, there could be tiny scales found. These filaments glinted as they caught the Suns light. Unfortunately timbre couldn't marvel at the delicate intricacy for long. No, Kokem proceeded to frighten it. His sister insisted on competition before flamboyantly bouncing after the alerted bug. It's vibrant wing was viciously grasped in her snapping jaws as it was plucked ungraciously from flight. Timbre widened his eyes in shock and worry. "Kokem! You could've hurt her!" He bounded over on his large paws. He sniffed at it and his ears flattened. "Kok!!" He growled and tackled her where she stood.
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Post by Rykett on Jun 9, 2017 20:02:25 GMT -5
Striken:
”Of course. Timbre and Kokem can be a handful, but they’re not too much of one,” Striken smiled, internally however, his mind began worrying. Two pups could get in a lot of trouble in a little bit of time. What if he had to grab them a meal and they wandered out of the territory? What if an evil wolf snuck into the territory and killed them? No, Striken was just being paranoid. Nothing would happen as long as he kept a careful eye on them. If it so happened they needed more protection than he could give, he had his power to fall back on. A power which needed practice if it was ever going to truly be much of a protective cushion. His amber eyes fixed on their two pups, playing happily in the center of the Copse while the adults relaxed in what shade could be offered by the dead trees. Wait a second… Timbre seemed upset about something. Striken sighed and pulled himself to his yellow-heeled paws. ”You go on. I can take care of things here,” the father said as he trotted towards the two pups.
Kokem:
Instead of participating in the game, Timbre was horrified. In response to his fretful words, Kokem spoke between her teeth, ”It’s just a dug, Tinder, and esides, how do you know it’s a her? It could ee a doy duttersly.” Timbre leaned forward to sniff the captured insect. Kokem swung her prize away, ”Don’t touch it! It's ine, now!” Timbre tried to tackle her and Kokem tried the dance away, but not being the most graceful wolf, Timbre attack landed and caused her to trip. Kokem yelped, releasing the butterfly, as she tumbled to the ground. The helpless bug fluttered to the earth. The shocked thing seemed frozen as puppy paw nearly trampled it. ”Hey! Stop it, Tim!” Kokem growled as she batted at her brother. Kokem counterattacked with a tackle of her own. Then her head darted forward like a viper’s to nip Timbre. She froze mid-bite as she noticed Dad trotting towards them. ’Uh-oh…’ Better get one last attack in before Dad broke up the fight. Kokem completed her viper-attack, before scrambling away and trying to look innocent.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 12:05:22 GMT -5
Calypso smiled as she trotted away. Striken would be fine, her pups were in capable paws. Besides she wouldn't be gone forever. The pale blue shewolf gazed up at the sky, the sun directly overhead. She had said she'd be back before sundown; that left her enough time to catch up with her gosh darned sister Shiver.
-Exit Calypso-
Timbre felt his paws hit his sister, his momentum sent the fluffy cubs tumbling. He wasn't aware of the state of the butterfly and assumed it had flown to safety. His only goal now was to defeat Kokem, the butterfly assassin. She grumbled and yipped as he clambered over her body. His back was towards his father, and so he didn't see the approaching danger. Two thigs tipped him off though: number one, his mother was walking away. Number two: Kokem paused mid attack. That didn't last long however, she dived forward delivering a nip to his cheek. The white hepup squeaked indignantly rolling off of his sister, eyes welling with tears. Of course it didn't hurt that bad, but Tim was a sensitive guy. Now he saw his father, Striken coming towards them, and it didn't take much to try and convince Timbre that now was his chance to play victim. (in his eyes he was the victim!) "Papa! Kokem bit me!"
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