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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 11:35 pm
The knife was raised. Scruff screamed. Christof slashed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 11:36 pm
"No! Scruff!" Calder reached over, grabbing the arm that Christof was holding the knife. "We could have saved him! We can get Mal! STOP IT, CHRSITOF!" He didn't know what Scruff was sick with, but he didn't think it needed this time of treatment.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 11:50 pm
The scareon's innards seem to roll out of it, but instead of disapparating into dust or slumping in a heap of it's own gore, the load quivered and peeped in a chorus of living matter and it gave a sigh of relief.
Christof's brows furrowed, scratching his brow with a bloodied hand and then quickly intervened to stop Scruff from eating one of what appeared to be it's young.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 11:57 pm
Calder was left in a moment of shock, thinking that Scruff had been killed and was laying as a pool of what his mother would call "good eats." When he noticed they were not innards but lumps in sacks that started to move, Calder's pale, shocked face split into a look of joy.
"Scarlings!! AWWWWWW!!!!!!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:36 pm
The Igor could only give a relieved sigh as he sat back against the bed, setting Scruff down on a pile of blankets beside him to fix the torn stitches. He motioned to a towel left on the floor and then to the quivering damp balls of fluff left in the basket.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 1:41 pm
Relieved and giddy, Calder got up to get the towel and sat back down to then take each wet bundle and rubbing it between the towel, being careful and gentle with each. He knew that Scruff would like off the remaining Fear from their fur. After one was done, he set it into Scruff's basket and then took another, working gently but quickly so they didn't get cold. He counted each one, smiling as the little wet piles became fluffy and JACKIN ADORABLE!
"Awww. I didn't know Scruff was going to have scarlings. They were sssooooo cute too." He held a towel-covered bundle to his cheek to nuzzle it before it placed in the basket and Calder worked on the last, yipping pup.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 2:32 pm
One of the pups Calder had just toweled off gave a peep, crawling drunkenly across the towel towards it's mother with blind, instinctual curiosity. Scruff gave a small noise in his throat, peering down at the tiny thing...
.. and promptly grabbed it in sharp teeth, giving it a playful, violent shake before swallowing and beaming up at his Master.
Christof scowled before signing, "Must-have-been-something-he-ate."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 2:48 pm
"Christof, don't let Scruff eat his kids!" Calder moved the basket to him and kept the little ones from being near it's parent. "You have to keep them away from Scruff. He doesn't know better. You can't let him eat the scarlings."
Holding the basket of pups close, Calder then was back on the thought of parents and thought a moment. "About Dr. Fell...." He stroked the little pups tenderly.
"Let's say Dr. Fell is like Scruff. Scruff doesn't want money. What would scruff want for his puppies?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 4:00 pm
"Don't-think-Scruff-cares-about-puppies," He sighed with an unreadable expression, watching his pet happily lick at his new stitches.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 4:09 pm
"Scruff doesn't, and would destroy them if they stayed with him. That's why I'm asking." Calder hoped Christof was getting the point he was making and hoping that whatever magic masters had, that this was a way around it.
"What would Scruff want instead of eating them?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 5:21 pm
Christof thought hard as he quietly cleaned things up, tidying a little before shuffling for the Fear Kibble to refill Scruff's bowl before signing, "Something-else-to-eat."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 6:26 pm
Calder thought about this. "Scruff wasn't another Igor - uh, another scarling to eat??"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 6:59 pm
Christof's brows furrowed as he looked at Calder like he was stupid.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:03 pm
Calder frowned back. "What?! I'm really trying here!" He whined, holding his head a moment to think. He really was starting to feel stupid.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 6:14 pm
"Trying-what?" Christof's eyes narrowed as he signed.
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