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 Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 7:23 pm
When they returned from the hunt, Cor was still muddied and bloodied and smelled like a massive sweltering butt. But he still somehow smelled like him underneath it all, so when he went to check on Dio with Noah, she roused almost instantly to their presence.
She had a dream that they were out hunting together, all three of them as a family. It was almost as if she was really there with them. She examined Cor, whom was smeared with a large amount of blood.
Daddies were home and they brought something with them just for her and based on Cor's appearance, it was something big.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 7:19 pm
Noah was less dirty than Cor, although he was still slightly mud-spattered and had gotten some blood on his leathers by simple proximity and the task of helping get their kill home. He leaned into the doorway of her burrow, smiling. "We've brought you something, sweet grubling," he told her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 1:06 am
Dio sat up excitedly and went to wrap her arms around Cor's neck. He lifted her up like this into his arms and walked on his knees to Noah to offer her to him for a proper greeting for their return from the hunt. She released Cor's neck to give Noah's a hug as well, her bottom-half still supported by Cor's arms. She was most pleased by her daddies returning but even more so by, "Oooh, what did you bring??"
She was now wiggling in Cor's arms and he had to shift his grip to keep hold of her. "Patience, little foal, you will see."
"Daaa-aaad, I'm no a foal anymooore," she fussed before settling down against his chest again.
"You will always be a foal to me," Cor assured. "Our foal," and then looked at Noah with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 4:13 pm
Noah wound his arms around Dio's thin shoulders, giving her a gentle hug. She always felt so delicate, but appearances were deceiving; she was a tough little creature, resilient and determined. She had inherited Noah's build, the skeletal thinness and protruding bones characteristic of Famine, but she had inherited a good deal of Cor's enthusiastic energy and drive. She could be solemn and absorbed in whatever task she was working on, but she could also be a bright-eyed bundle of energy. Perhaps that was true of many foals, but Noah felt that it was also a reflection of the energies that had created her.
She was her own person, too, of course. As much as he could see themselves in her, he could also see her own individuality, bright and curious and with an occasional surprising streak of artistic capacity that was all her own. When he thought of her future, Noah thought that it was quite likely that she would be an excellent alchemist some day. But that was only a guess. It was equally as likely that she would surprise them.
"Our little foal," he teased her gently. "Even when you are a thousand years old, you will still be our foal."
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