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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:51 pm
Bleez tilted her head to the side. "Huh?"
Moira laughed a little, "I'm not sure she's entirely aware of that yet, Ty. She doesn't really remember much of the time before I adopted her."
Bleez had gone and caught a goose in the very short time it had taken Moira to tell Ty.
"Bleez! Put the goose down please! That's not your's either." Moira took the goose from Bleez and set it on the ground. The goose nipped at Moira and hissed.
Bleez slapped at the goose and the goose bit at Bleez's non-clawed hand. Her kind, pleasant demeanor instantly changed. She bolted at the goose, bringing her foot up to its rear end as it tried to flee.
The goose flipped over, landing on its back, Surprised more than hurt, the bird honked and flapped its wings, trying to right itself.
Moira grabbed for Bleez as the little spawn huffed at the goose. "Honey, no, no! Don't do that!"
Bleez wasn't listening, she was hissing at the goose and trying to get at it. Her tail trashed about as she tried to get free from Moira's grip.
"Bleez! NO!" Moira tightened her grip, "Calm down! I'm not going to let go until you CALM DOWN!"
Moira began to hum a soothing tune. Bleez huffed and began to calm down, still growling after the goose that had already ran off.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:06 pm
Tykier's eye widened. He began to quickly run over to Bleez, "Please, just calm down..! Don't worry about the goose." The man looked over at Moira and Bleez. He smiled, and sighed, "Thank goodness... If she didn't calm down... I would had to hold her down... And I really don't want to do that!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:33 pm
Moira looked as shocked as Tykier, "I honestly didn't know that would work... My mum would always start humming that whenever we started throwin' a fit. I guess she believed in the whole 'Music soothes the savage beast' thing." Once Bleez had sufficiently calmed down, Moira let her go and looked her in the eyes. "Are you okay now?"
"Yeah," Bleez growled.
"Bleez, hun, now no need to be that way." Moira held up her finger, lightly scolding Bleez.
"But it was mean! It bit me! An' you, mummy!" Bleez stopped her foot.
"That's because the goose didn't like the way you were holding it. It thought you were going to hurt it."
"But I wasn't!" Bleez looked like she was about to cry, "I just wanted to give Ty a present!"
"Shh, it's okay," Moira pulled Bleez into a hug, Bleez buried her head into her mother's shoulder. "That goose wasn't your's to give, just like the duck."
Bleez pulled her head away so that she could look at her mom's face "But I caught them!" She looked genuinely confused.
"Just because you catch something, doesn't mean it's your's."
Bleez let go, going through all this new information in her head. In an instant, however, she had ran off and was a good distance behind Moira.
"WHA?! BLEEZ?! Where..." Moira was cut off by Bleez's return.
Bleez held out some dandelions. "Are these mine?"
"Um... uh... yeah... if you picked them," Moira stammered.
As soon as had Moira said, "yeah," Bleez held out the dandelions for Tykier.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:13 pm
Tykier smiled, "My guardian taught me how to not lash out..." He chuckled as Bleez told her mom that she wanted to give the goose to him, saw her run quickly over to the weeds, and ran back. "Why thank you, Bleez..!" Ty gently took the dandelions, and smiled at the girl.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:38 pm
Bleez smiled back, happy that Ty liked her gift, or rather, that she was able to give him something.
"I'm tryin' to teach her how to not let her temper get the best of 'er," Moira ran her hand through her short, red curls. "But maybe an Irish girl like me isn't the best teacher." She laughed a little before continuing. "Like I said, mum had her 'ands full with my brothers, sisters, an' me. We weren't the most cool 'eaded kids."
Bleez grabbed Ty's hand and tugged a couple times, "What those on your arms?" She pointed to his wings.
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