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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 25, 2012 11:06:25 GMT -5
It was over. Dragon had gotten the news not too long ago. The war against the dragon was pretty much over. That was...a great relief, to say the least. It would not be long before she and all the others could finally rest easy about all this, knowing that it was over, but that time will not come, not yet anyway. Dragon was outside of the Fiero den that was next to her house. The world around them had since been blanketed in a rather thick layer of snow, but despite the cold floor under her feet, the sun was rather warm against her fur. Cradled in her arms was Blackcloud's son, or at least one of them, since even though this was the one she had brought back, Fieros could have three pups to a litter, and there's always the chance that she had more than just this one. (Word Count: 157) (Level 1)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 26, 2012 17:50:58 GMT -5
The little pup was as white as the newly fallen snow, just like his mother, but he was dotted with all sorts of browns and blacks along his body, legs, and tail. In a sense, the patterns along his back almost seemed to look like the pattern of a serpent, like a diamondback rattler. Actually...wait.
She could have sworn that she had seen patterns similar to this somewhere before, on another Fiero, several, in fact. Ah, yes; the memories were coming back to her. Back on earth, there were these Fieros that were quite like the Commons, Pound Fieros they were called; they looked very much alike compared to one another, but they also seemed to have some sort of theme attached to them, and every once in awhile, the ones in the Pound would be replaced by another set.
One Pound Fiero in particular came to mind though; a Fiero that actually did look like a Diamondback Rattlesnake, tail and everything. Could one of those Fieros possibly be the father, or perhaps one of their own pups?
(Word Count: 185) (Level 1 1/5)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 27, 2012 18:27:28 GMT -5
Dragon took another look at the pup. Aside from brown muzzle he had, along with the splotches on his legs and tail, which seemed to strangely form patterns similar to Blackcloud's, the pup had the back plates and belly of the Pound Fiero she was thinking of.
However, the Diamondback rattler Fiero alone likely would not have caused those weird splotches, or the brown muzzle, so it must have been a pup from one of them, or a Fiero with that Fiero as one of their ancestors. Fiero genetics were relatively predictable, but they could be some of the weirdest things in the world.
The puppy yawned and looked around, curious about the world around him. He had never really seen the outside of the den before, so this was a new experience for him. The ground was as white as he was without the spots, not to mention really bright and sparkly.
(Word Count: 159) (Level 1 2/5)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 28, 2012 12:42:54 GMT -5
The pup started trying to squirm out of his caretaker's grip. He was tired of being held. He wanted to go explore and check out all the new and exciting things now. Noticing this, Dragon only tightened her grip, which caused him to squirm harder.
"Hang on there, you little viper..." she said with amusement as she tried to get the upper hand in the little battle of getting him to stop, so she could actually put him down. "Just be patient, and I'll put you down..."
Too late though, as just as Dragon tried repositioning her paws for a better grip, the puppy took the moment to disconnect himself from her and take a flying leap into the snow.
Boy that was a terrible idea. The puppy jumped out of the snow and tried to climb back up into his caretaker's arms. Holy fish noodles, this white stuff was cold! It looked all pretty and sparkly at first, but it's really, really cold!
(Word Count: 174) (Level 1 3/5)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 30, 2012 18:46:26 GMT -5
Dragon laughed as she picked up the now cold and wet puppy, brushing away the powdery snow off of his pelt. The pup whimpered and whined as he curled up in his caretaker's arms, shivering madly. Dragon chuckled faintly as she stroked him. "Heh, not used to the cold, are ya?" she said. "Yeah, I can understand that. With changing seasons, getting used to any temperature can be a real pain in the arse. That is why you instead get used to the fact that they change, rather than the change itself."
The pup looked up at his caretaker before whimpering again and burying his face into her chest, still shivering. Dragon smiled faintly. "Here, I'll tell you what. Let's get you inside and dried off. Then we can sit by the fire together. How does that sound?"
(Word Count: 150) (Level 1 4/5)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 30, 2012 19:12:09 GMT -5
The pup just let out a long whimper that turned into a moan as he tried to bury his head deeper into Dragon's chest. Whether he understood her or not will remain a mystery, as no one can ever be sure if the little guys could really understand human speech, like their adult counterparts, or not. Perhaps he could, and he was trying to say yes, or he was just trying to tell her in his own way to get out of the cold.
In a sense, he was. The poor puppy had not been aware of the cold air as much when he was first brought out, but now that he was wet, it was suddenly biting through his thin fur and into his skin like a million fleas. And boy, did it sting like mad.
Whether he understood her words or not, Dragon nodded, taking it either way that already he was ready to go inside and get somewhere warm and dry.
(Word Count: 170) (Level 2)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 30, 2012 19:41:15 GMT -5
"Alright then, let's go on inside," Dragon said, before she starting walking back towards the Fiero den next to the house.
Dragon never really used the front door of her house, neither to get outside nor inside. Using the Fiero den as an exit and entry point had always proven to have a much more natural feeling to her than using the front door. Of course the door itself was not useless; its main purpose was to be the entrance and exit for the guests if she ever had any, because the guests would most likely be more human and more inclined to do human things, like walking up to a front door and knocking on it, instead of going up to some stranger animal's den.
The Fiero den, once the duo was inside, was not extremely warm, but it certainly beat being outside. The den work much like how a cavern worked; the temperature was constant. It was neither hot nor cold, and its use varied depending on the temperature outside. If it was cold outside, then it was warm inside; if it was hot, then it was cool.
(Word Count: 197) (Level 2 1/5)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 30, 2012 21:44:17 GMT -5
Getting inside the house from the Fiero den was no problem at all; it was just another door on one of the walls of the den. None of the Fieros that Dragon had could get in because the doorway was too small, but none of them would likely want to go in there anyway because the living space was just too small for them overall.
The warmth of the house was like a godsend to anyone trapped out in the cold, but for someone who was wet like the puppy, the water was like a barrier, keeping the warmth away from his body and keeping him cold.
Dragon got the fireplace going and set the puppy down near it. The pup protested to the idea of being moved from the first source of warmth he had, before he finally felt the warmth of the fire starting to dry his fur.
(Word Count: 154) (Level 2 2/5)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 30, 2012 21:59:06 GMT -5
The pup turned to look at the fire, listening intently with interest to its roaring flames. He had never seen fire before, so of course he would not know what to make of the flowing, glowy thing that was in front of him that was crackling and sizzling. What he did know about it though was that somehow it was drying off the water on his fur a little bit, and therefore also warming up his body.
Dragon came back to the puppy with a towel, and soon after she used it to help get rid of what remained of the water from the snow. The puppy did not like the towel, though; it was far too rough on him compared to the nice, glowing, warm thing in front of him. He batted at it, snapped at it, and even hissed at it. Ultimately, Dragon wound up having to pin him down like she would an uncooperative cat and dried him that way.
(Word Count: 169) (Level 2 3/5)
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Post by Wolf D. Plasma on Dec 30, 2012 22:16:44 GMT -5
Both Dragon and the pup were silent for a long time after that whole ordeal with the towel. They both were now just laying down in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth that it had to offer, while not acknowledging that the other was there. Occasionally they would glance at each other, but they did not speak a word, aside from the occasional sigh.
Dragon shifted her position slightly before glancing over at the puppy again. "You know," she began, finally breaking the long silence. "You are perhaps the feistiest pup that I have come across so far." She grinned faintly. "You're a lot like a serpent in a bad mood. And because there is most likely a relative that looks like it in your heritage, I think I'll call you Viper. How's that for a name?"
Dragon turned her head toward the puppy, just as the puppy looked up at her. He seemed to acknowledge the name and then plop his head back down onto the plush carpet below.
Dragon chuckled. "Boy, I sure wish your mother was here to see you again before you grow..." she said. "I'm sure she'll have a really great surprise for when she gets back, hopefully..."
(Word Count: 219) (Level 2 4/5)
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