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 Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 7:24 pm
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Those Involved: Alaqua, Cody, Keanu,
Halloween Party at the old library! Caden meets Alaqua and witnesses a brawl between Cody and Keanu. He is still unsure of whether to make friends or hide from Cody, and he is instinctivly afraid of Keanu.
Random Posts Without Interaction before Pg. 11 Violet Wolfe cut an impressive figure to say the least. Her profession required her to dress very gently, or at least, neutrally, when she wasn't hidden under a labcoat, but although she was the odd one out, but on holidays and during family reuniouns she still followed the unspoken traditions of her father's family. She was dressed in the Ranger jacket her oldest brother had long ago outgrew. The pockets of her khaki pants and falconer's vest were well stocked with supplies (weapons included) she would probably never need, and her feet were adorned with heavy-duty combat boots. On her gloved fist, in place of a falcon, sat EQ-Group #3, and affectionate rat nicknamed "Charm". Plodding slowly behind her was the lionboy Cadentau, wearing a plain red t-shirt and the plastic Roman armor that his mother had removed from the skeleton that usually decorated their doorstep and strapped on him. Originally, he had planned a much simlper costume that required much less effort, but Wolfie had leapt up with a definate cry of objection when he strode into the livingroom naked declaring that he was the Cowardly Lion. When she questioned him several weeks before the party, Wolfie had been so proud to hear him declare that he would make his own costume. Needless to say, it wasn't quite what she had expected. Caden moaned out of boredom and shut his eyes for a moment. He had managed to slip away from his mother, but he might as well be following her around. There was nothing to do here. The plastic armor pinched his shoulders and he kept tripping over the stupid sandals he'd been forced to wear. He thumped his tail on the ground noisily out of annoyance as he dragged the plastic sheild behind him. This was so utterly pointless. He'd rather be home sleeping. |
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:02 pm
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Learning the ABC's
Caden plopped down at the kitchen table scowling. Homework. He had homework. He sighed at the worksheet in front of him. The letters A, B, and C stared back at him, ruefully blank and waiting to be colored. He wanted very much to just go watch TV and not do his homework, but Wolfie kept in contact with Kat, and made sure that if he had homework, she knew about it. Thus, after the first few times, he no longer had the option of pretending it didn't exist. Nor did he have the option of going to watch TV at the moment, because the remote was sitting next to the cutting board at Mom's elbow. Furthermore, if he didn't do it now, she wouldn't let him go to bed without getting it finished.
Caden's eyes wandered, looking anywhere but at the worksheet and his ears pricked as he spied Mom's pen cup. Of course, that was the perfect solution! He scampered over to the desk and snatched a bulky green highlighter. Quickly, he swiped it over each of the letters. All done!
Wolfie took a deep breath and set down the knife when her son showed her his coloring sheet and reached for the remote. She set it out of reach and stalked up to the printer/copier/fax machine beside her desk. "Cadentau, if you have homework, you need to actually do it. That means not only do you have to do it, I expect you to put a decent amount of effort into it. You are to color the entire shape. Not just put a little mark on the paper and call it done." she lectured as she copied the sheet. If he wasn't going to do it properly, she was prepared to make him redo it until he did.
"But Mom!" he protested. "Ms. Kat will count it as done."
"Well I don't." was the reply as Wolfie sat him back down at the table with his crayons. "You'll do this properly, or you'll do it again."
The lionboy growled as he took up a brown crayon and scribbled angrily. "There, its done now."
Wolfie ignored the display of temper and set another blank copy in front of him. "Ms. Kat gave you these coloring sheets for a reason, Caden. Learning the alphabet is going to be very important for your future."
He growled again and grabbed a green crayon. A for alligator. B for brass. C for Cat. He knew all of that. He scribbled down the appropriate colors and looked up at Wolfie expectantly. "Now is it done?"
Wolfie just shook her head. All right, if he wanted to make this difficult, so be it. She knew that consistancy was the key to establishing order. If she let him get away with slacking off once, he was just going to keep trying it. "You know the answer to that." she replied as she put another blank sheet in front of him.
"But I don't wanna color some stupid letters." Caden whined.
"If you take that kind of attitude, it will only make things harder for you, and if you show me that kind of attitude, I will make things harder for you. Now, what word starts with A"
"Alligator" he growled resignedly.
"Correct, and what color are they?"
"Green." He took up the green crayon again and started to color in the animal, then the letter, but Wolfie stopped him.
"What else starts with A"
"Um..Apple?"
"What color are apples?"
God! She was really going to make this hard for him, wasn't she. Caden grumbled and started to color again, this time, staying neatly within the lines and shooting glares at Wolfie every once-in-a-while. She let him, as it was a perfectly harmless way of displaying his anger, something in theory, totally unnessesary because he already knew how unlikely it was for her to be swayed by it, but good to do nevertheless, because if she applied punishment, he would just have an even more negative attitude in the future, even if he didn't show it; something that her own mother had never realized.
With another pointed glare, Caden set the sheet aside and started to work on a second set of letters, coloring forcefully as if daring her to correct him. Good, he was making progress. The glaring she could do without, but his attitude would straighten itself when he was older (and more socially mature) and realized how foolish he'd been. She didn't bother making him use different and relavant colors this time. If he didn't shirk his work, she wasn't going to pile on more. It was the proverbial donkey-loaded-with-salt situation.
The next set went by without the glare and slightly less forcfully, the unhappy expression on the toddler's face indicative of pouting, or what Wolfie mentally termed "being angry for the sake of being angry", which was what people did when they were no longer upset, but pretended to be because they were unwilling to admit to being wrong, even if they had more or less realized it.
And he was all caught up, tired, and more than ready to go to bed. Caden pushed himself off the chair and stomped into the bathroom to take a bath (Wolfie had trained him to draw his own bathwater by making it freezing cold every time she did it.) without so much as a "good-night". Well, that was just fine with her, because when the lionboy looked over his shoulder quickly, he caught that knowing look that said it was his own fault for not doing his homework, and it rankled him because it was completely true. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:12 pm
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Those Involved: Just Wolfie and Caden
This is the RP entry submitted for the flatsale in which Cadentau was won. Cry apologizes for out-of-chronological-order-ness. This should have been the very first post.
Prompt: You too have just gotten your lion toddler home, and while he seemed to have little or no care in his new house, no matter what it looked like, you've now asked him to do a few chores like any parent.
However, when you come back to see, he has done absolutly nothing.
Show off just how lazy this boy can be! And have fun with this prompt. :3 It's pretty open.
Violet grumbled to herself as she balanced an enormous box of files on one hip and fumbled with the keys in her other hand. She finally managed to shove the door open and set the files down on top of a counter, on which several other boxes were waiting to be meticulously labeled and sorted into one of the numerous file cabinents. Now what to do about the newest addition to her non-existant family that D-corp had so generously provided her with? She looked around, surprised to find that he was nowhere in sight. She called for him, "Cadentau!" and he didn't appear.
Alarmed that she might have lost him so soon, she raced back out the door and backtracked, intending to search the streets until she found him, but she halted when she reached the top of the last flight. The lionboy looked from the floor to the top of the stairs. To climb them or not to climb them. It was really too much effort, but he was supposed to follow his mother, which was also a lot of effort. He looked around breifly for an elevator, but there was none to be found. His expression shifted into a lanky smirk as he caught sight of her seething form at the top of the stairs. Maybe he wouldn't have to climb them after all. He fluffed his fur up as much as possible and adopted an impossibly cute expression. "Mommy! Carry me?" he begged.
Unfortunately for him, having received the "pity-me-I'm-cute" expression from many of her patients, Violet was unmercifully immune to it and seized him by the wrist. She had half an hour to get Cadentau settled in and take the 20 minute drive to the clinic, and meet with three patients (one of which was an OCD kindergarten teacher). She already had a million things to do even without needing to convert the rat room into a bedroom. She wasn't about to waste her time trying to carry a hundred pound child with fur up three flights of stairs. "Walk. Now." she ordered and marched him up those three flights of stairs and over the threshold. As soon as they were inside, she looked quickly around to make sure there was nothing Cadentau might hurt himself with while she was gone and hoping that he wasn't one of those kids that would need constant supervision to keep him out of trouble. Satisfied that her home was sufficiantly child-proof for the time being, Wolfie grabbed a few accordian files from her shelf and pulled her ID out of a nearby drawer. "Mommy has to go back to work, okay? I'll stop by a pick up a few groceries on the way home and I should be back by six tonight. In the mean time, there are snacks in the pantry, and a box of leggos in the rat room if you get bored." She gave him a quick kiss on the forhead. "Be good Cadentau and do Mommy a favor; feed the rats okay? Just one scoop out of the blue box in each cage will be fine. Thank you." With that, she rushed out the door.
Now left to his own devices, Cadentau surveyed the room languidly. It wasn't nearly as plush as he'd like, but there were plenty of soft surfaces to sit on. Other than the boxes of files stacked on the desk, it was noticibly neat and for the most part, dust free. Little "gatherings" for lack of a better word of aesthetically pleasingly arranged photograph frames and relevant intrinsically vauluble memorabilia such as ribbons, pins, medals, and even feathers? were strategically placed so that there was always at least one in veiw regardless of where he was looking. He plodded over to the ugly green couch and flopped onto it, not really bothering to move although he had ended up with his arm pinned underneath his body and it would be going numb soon. What was it that he was supposed to do again? Feed the rats or something? The lionboy pricked an ear and he could clearly hear squeaking and the scrabbling of many tiny paws on woodshaving bedding in the next room. Yup, there were definatly rats. Vaguely, he wondered what they were for; there didn't seem to be any large snakes in the area. What was he supposed to do again? Oh well. To much effort anyway. With that, he settled in for a nice long nap.
Cadentau awoke some time later and his stomache rumbled. Mom said there was food in the pantry, or if he got desparate he wasn't adverse to eating one of the rats which were now even more active than before, even though they hadn't been fed. Oh yeah. He was supposed to feed them. Well, first he should probably feed himself. All he had to do was get up and go into the kitchen. He looked at his hand, willing it to push his body up off the couch without any actual muscular effort. It didn't move. He contemplated the hand for the next few minutes, then tried his foot. "Move." He said it aloud and his stomache growled again. The foot didn't move either.
Violet opened the door feeling hassled, but ready to spend the evening with her son, as soon as she was done conditioning her rats and moving them (and their equipment) into her room and getting out the folding cot for Cadentau. She had hoped to come home to a warm greeting, or at least find him busy with the leggos. Instead, he was sprawled out on the couch wearing a very peculiar expression. He raised his head as she entered, but made no move to get up.
Cadentau flicked an ear at the sound of footsteps approaching the door. The rats, now going into psychological spasms from having their temporal conditioning disturbed by not being fed on schedual, began to panic as well and their scrabbling and squeaking grew even louder. That was annoying. He looked to the door in time to see Violet entering. Ah, perfect. She could bring him food. He put on his most helpless face and whined "I'm hungry."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 2:46 am
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D-Scouts Signup
Those Involved: None
Surprise surprise! Caden is now in D-Scouts. ((This may be completely meaningless, if D-Scouts is never actually organized, but the thread is up in any case.))
Wolfie flipped through her archive of work related number, running her finger down the page and looking for the official ones that she needed. Her general time planner, personal phonebook, and work planner were also laid out on the desk next to her as she quickly scribbled numbers onto the form. She debated also putting down the hours during which she would be available at each of the different locations, but realized that she was completely out of room. Well, if Caden got into some sort of accident, they were just going to have to call all of the numbers, or they could ask him. While she might have been lax when it came to other things, she made sure that he could recite her working hours and the two general building numbers, so he would always know where to call if he was home alone and something happened. She folded the paper, neatly creasing it with her thumbnail before sliding it into an envelope.
Admittedly, she was the slightest bit worried about anything that would have Caden out and about without her, but she couldn't take him to work with her, so he was home alone most of the time anyway. He needed something to get him out of the house, or at least away from his two favorite places, the couch and in bed. Plus, the socialization would be benificial and peer pressure might motivate him to do something other than laze around all day. Ah the power of conformity! Sometimes, it really wrecked people, but the rest of the time, it instilled peace, goodwill, and the desire to accomplish something.
Caden, who was at the moment sitting on the couch and staring mindlessly at a History Channel tape on the Roman Colluseum, was completely unaware of the things to come.
Form Your name: Violet Cesar Wolfe Child's Name: Cadentau Panthereon Wolfe Gender: Male DNA: Greek Lion (Panthera leo persica) Contact Information: [number] - General Clinic Number [number] - Research Office Monday [number] - Counseling Office [number] - General Hospital Number [number] - Emergency Ward Number [number] - Cell Phone [number] - Home Phone [number] - Pager [number] - Hospitol Pager [number] - Work Fax [number] - Home Fax [text] - Clinic E-mail [text] - Hospital E-mail [text] - Personal E-mail Emergency information: [number] - University General Number [number] - Office (TintaMerle Longtail) [number] - TintaMerle Longtail [number] - Dominique Morphee [number] - Astor Wolfe [number] - Raven Wolfe and Leon Shadowfox [number] - Bran and Iris Wolfe [number] - Bran and Iris Wolfe Cell |
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:07 pm
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Wolfie's File
Nov. 18 2006
Subject: Cadentau Pantheras Wolfe - Not just a Patient
She clicked the "enter" button decisively and moved back to the text field. It was high time she added to Caden's file, she mused as she sipped her early morning coffee. When she got him, they told her that he was a patient. Then she got the legal documents and realized that she was not only treating him, she was adopting him, but at this point, Wolfie was begining to think that she was adopting him instead of treating him. Other than a case of laziness and some lionlike tendancies, which were normal considering how he was part lion, Caden didn't really have anything to be treated for. And if he had ever been abused, he hid it very well, as that was her specialty area. But what to write about him? She took a deep breath and placed her hands carefully on the keyboard.
Cadentau does not seem to be showing any of the usual signs of either physical or sexual abuse. He has no scars, and when he first came into my care, I combed through his fur to check for bruising. He is definately one of the more trusting of my patients, but does not seem to have lost any ability to think for himself, as he can be rather manipulative for a child his age. Put in layman's terms, he's cute, he's cuddly, and he knows it. The only odd traits I can find about him are an acute laziness and slight irrational fear of catlike males. All of these can be attributed to his Lion DNA, as young male cubs will be killed by adult male lions who are not their fathers, and the purpose of the male lion is to patrol the area and make sure nothing kills the cubs, as well as to fight with other males. In other words, they fight, eat, and sleep. Plus, pathers will sleep up to 16 hours per day, and are generally more active at night.
As a matter of fact, I think I can hear him shuffling around at the door right now. He's probably listening to see if I'm still awake, so he can sneak some leftovers out of the 'fridge. From the point of view of a parent, and it seems strange to think of myself as a mother (I'm not even married yet! ...yet...hopefully that yet will change soon as Nicky might get a job transfer. Eight years of school is a long time. Gosh I feel old.). Anyway, from the point of view of a parent, I would say that Caden is a healthy happy boy who just happens to be very lazy and a little lionish. I'm sure with the right prodding, he'll grow out of the laziness, but I am a bit worried about what other habbits he might develop. I can handle plain old humans just fine, but I think I might need a bit of help on this one. Lion mentality is probably quite a bit different than human mentality and Caden has both...and I never thought I'd be one of those parents who screwed up all the time and hoped their kid came out okay because they didn't know what else to do. Those are the kinds of people I'm supposed to help, yet every day I fear I'm turning into one of them. (And I just have to hope that I don't do the kind of damage to Caden that Mother did to us. Just look at poor Astor. He likens himself to the god of destruction now.)
But back to the subject of Cadentau and away from my parenting insecurities (which are normal, I just never expected them). He's grown a lot since I first took him in, and is turning into quite the chubby little cubbin, although he's really quite strong. Must be the Lion DNA again. He'll wear a shirt if I make him, but I think he may be just too lazy to put one on most of the time. Same with shoes, and especially socks. I can never get him to wear socks, and I'm not even going to try for a coat and mitten until the weather really starts to get cold. Sometimes he likes to play around (and when he does, he sure plays rough. It's like family reunions all over again.) but most of the time, it's just eat, sleep, and vegetate in front of the TV. As long as he's watching something somewhat educational, I don't mind so much. I do need to get my work done.
When he wants to be, Caden can be the sweetest little thing in the world. Like a cross between a precocious child and a therapy animal...maybe a little closer to the therapy animal, as he purrs and likes to be petted. I've actually taken him with me on a few visits to sociophobic and depressed patients, nothing dangerous of course, and he's worked wonders with them just by being cute. I am hoping that these experiances will make him more likely to be a good samaritan in the future. At the same time, I'm not sure if I should try to supress the natural agressivness in him, because let's face it. He was created to tame a dragon, and if bullying the thing is what it needs, then I want him to be able to do it. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 8:07 pm
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Growth Form
To: D-Corp
CC: Archival_Wolf@gmail.com
BCC:
Subject: Cadentau - Requested Update
Attach: Form.PDF
Cadentau's physical development is normal enough. He excercises (albeit against his will) at least 6 hours each week. He prefers to eat meat and will often snack on high-protein foods such as jerky aside from his regular meals. He's grown into quite the hefty little thing, although how he got that way with so little strength excercise is a mystery.
He is still incredibly lazy, and won't bother to put on more than a pair of shorts in the mornings, although I've had a little sucess bullying him into wearing a shirt by turning the AC down a few notches and serving cold food like sandwiches. His favorite outfit is the khakki Ranger shorts that my Dad got him, with the black short-sleeved collared shirt with the emblem from a recent production of TROY that my brother's mate sent us, although Caden never bothers to do up the buttons. He always seems more confident when wearing black shirts. I wonder why.
His favorite activities are eating, sleeping, and watching TV, in that order, but he also seems to have taken a liking to terrorizing my lab rats. I've set aside a C-group for him to play with and while he hasn't killed any of them yet, the definately seem to be becoming much faster runners with him trying to pounce on them all the time. I've also gotten him a plant to take care of. He named it "Woof" and so far, it's still alive, which is always a good sign.
His hair has gotten a little longer, not surprising as he refuses to let me cut it, and insists that it isn't long enough to tie back, which it is, but he's too lazy to do it. It gets tangled because he's too lazy to brush it too, so I've been forcing him to tie it back, which he does a sloppy job of so it still hangs in his eyes. |
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:08 pm
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The Voice Over the Internet
The Coming of Nicky Pt. I
Those Involved: Caden and Nicky
He listened cautiously at the door; not a sound. Very carefully, Caden turned the knob and pushed it open a crack, letting light from the livingroom spill through. Oh crap! Wolfie was still awake. He froze and listened even more carefully, but no sounds of typing or writing reached his ears. In fact there was no movement at all. The lion frowned, and pushed the door open wider. Still nothing. He padded bravely out into the hallway and peered around the corner at Mom's desk.
She was sitting in the wheely chair with one foot propped against the wheel spokes and the other tucked underneath her body, her knee hanging out under the armrests. Her head was down and her arms were sprawled over the surface of the paper-strewn desk, pen still clutched in her lax fingers...and she was fast asleep. Squinting at the brightness, Caden reached up and turned off the desk lamp before examining her more closely. Yup, she was asleep all right. Her breathing was deep and even and a strand of hair that had fallen over her face moved rythmically with the air flow. He tucked it behind her ear for her and then tiptoed into the kitchen to grab something to eat. The light inside the 'fridge flooded the white countertops before Caden could press down the switch on the inside of the door that turned it off. He shuffled things around, looking for something that suited him. Ah perfect. Leftover sausage. He pulled the box out of the stack of tupperware containers, using his other hand to keep the ones above it pinned in place so they fell back into a neat coloumn with a soft thump when he let go.
Unhindered by the temperature of the food, he popped off the lid and speared a sausage on his claws. The silverware drawer was only a few feet away, but why bother? He took a bite and the sausage made a pleasant plasticky snapping sound as his teeth penatrated the artificial coating, and the frozen oils started to melt in his mouth. Mmmm. Nothing better than a midnight snack. He started back out towards the hallways with the tupperware container in one hand, licking the salt and grease off his other, when an odd noise shattered the restless quiet of the night. Alarmed, he dashed into the hall, afraid that Mom would catch him, the pads on the bottoms of his feet muffling his steps.
Wait. Caden swiveled an ear back towards the living room. No sound. Wolfie was still asleep. Depositing the container of sausages on the floor, he crept back into the living room and up to her desk. He reached around her and gently turned the volume all the way down on the single speaker and glanced back at the computer screen. A window blinked mysteriously on top of a set of open file records.
Kittycat: Violent Seizer Wolf, what are you doing online at this time of the night?
"Vai-oh-leit Sei-ee-zer Wulf" Caden whispered aloud. Violet Ceasar Wolfe. That was Mom's name! He glanced over at her, checking to make sure she was still asleep, then looked over the keyboard and pecked out a singe word.
LittleWolf: hi
Kittycat: Wolfie, are you feeling all right?
LittleWolf: no she sleep
There was a long pause, as "Kittycat" tried to make sense of the message.
Kittycat: Cadentau, right?
LittleWolf: how the hell u kno my nam?
Kittycat: I'm Dominique. Nice to meet you. Your mom has told me all about you.
LittleWolf: y?
LittleWolf: r u niky
Kittycat: Ah..yeah. That's me. So Cadentau, do tell why you're online. Last I heard, you had a 9:30 bedtime.
LittleWolf: i got up 2 get snack y u here
Kittycat: I live far away from you, so the time zones are different. It's already morning for me. I might be moving soon though. ^^
LittleWolf: where 2
Kittycat: Akea, with you two, of course.
Kittycat: Ohp. Time to go to work! See you soon, Cadentau. Tell your mom I'll be home for Christams.
Kittycat has logged off.
Caden frowned, puzzled. I'll be home for Christmas Wasn't that the name of a song or something? And why would it matter if this Domino-Nicky person Mom kept talking about was home for Christmas? He felt as if he were missing something. Shrugging, he clicked on the little red x in the corner of the window and shuffled back to bed with his sausages. He would ask Mom in the morning. |
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:20 pm
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I Am Your Father
The Coming of Nicky Pt. II
A ray of sunlight pierced its way through the closed window-shades and into the room. It crept along the length of a computer desk, over a slack hand, still lethargically gripping a writing utensil, and prodded the person slumped over the desk in the eye. Wolfie slowly opened her eyes, lifting her hand to sheild her face from the brightness. She straightened and rubbed at a painful crik in her neck. Had she really been here all night? The dark computer screen had long since gone into auto-sleep mode and the last few words of the report she had been writing (ou to kyikatt dmdgon) were completely uncomprehensible. She yawned widely and stood up to stretch. Funny thing how mental health proffessionals had a tendancy to completely disregard their own advice. Working when she was tired wasn't good for her and could be the start of many many stress disorders. Even the most inexperianced psychologist knew that.
Wolfie waved the mouse a little, waiting as the computer gently hummed to life. A messenger window flickered at her pleasantly and she smiled when she saw the screenname. The initial message had been sent nearly an hour ago, but she typed a reply anyway.
Kittycat: Mornin' Wolfie. Sleep well? (You conked out over your paperwork again, didn't you?)
LittleWolf: Good morning Kitty, and you guessed right (again). I'm going to take a shower. I'll be back.
She hit the enter button and shuffled blearily out of the room. When Wolfie returned to her desk, she was clean, dressed in fresh clothes, and had duely noted the dissappearance of a few leftover sausages and put a teakettle on the stove for her morning instant coffee. Once it got a little later, she would start making griddlecake batter and wake up Caden. It was Saturday, but it was unhealthy to be asleep in the morning. He could take another long nap after lunch if he wanted, but she insisted that he at least be active between 9 am and 12pm. This she acomplished with the promise of food. If he refused to get up, he didn't get breakfast.
The window was flashing at her again and she plopped back down into the chair to read the reply.
Kittycat: I thought so. You left your computer on all night. Well, since you probably won't be back for another half hour or so, now might be a good time to tell you what happened last night. It seems that Caden was up past his bedtime. I messaged you and Caden replied, saying that you were asleep. (He uses chatspeak by the way. Not sure if you want to try to fix that or not.) We had a little chat and he guessed who I was. Odd little fellow, I think. Anyhow, there may be a rather pleasant surprise in store for you.
Littlewolf: I see. So that's what happened to the sausages. And what surprise?
Kittycat: You'll just have to wait and see.
Littlewolf: Nicky, cut it out. You know I hate suspense. (And shouldn't you be at work?)
Kittycat: I am at work. The kids are watching that Renaissance video today.
LittleWolf: You know what I mean Dominque, and you're avoiding the question.
Kittycat: =^^= Well, Violet, if you insist. I'll go "work" now.
Kittycat has signed off.
LittleWolf has signed off.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes at the computer screen. Sometimes, he was just incorrigible. But she smiled softly, pleased with this new playful confident Dominique, who was a far cry from the quivvering bundle of fear responses she had met in her first year at the Legends Academy. Both of them had been utterly screwed up in the head back then, but she has worked through it. Heck, she even had a liscence now! Wolfie glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen. 9:10. Time to wake Caden.
Some 20 minutes later, the lionboy was sitting expectantly at the table and listening the the sound of frying bacon. He gazed listlessly out the window at the mountains of white, white, and more white. God, he hated snow! His eyes wandered away from the window over to his mother, who was being unusually cheerful this particular Saturday morning and whistling some sort of holiday carol.
"Oh yeah! Hey Mom? That Nicky guy said to tell you he'll be home for Christmas." |
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