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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:03 pm
Hugin felt the disturbance in the air, that slight increase in pressure and just the general tenor of energy Vetis himself put off altering him to his mate’s alarm. “Nothing, nothing,” he said, hastening to reassure him. “I was just lost in thought, that’s all.”
Mentally the male berated himself. He’d just been a little out of it these last few days, sunk into thought and trying to figure out what that feeling in the air was. There was such a thing as thinking too much though, and if it had gotten to the point where he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and making Vetis worry about him then that should be his cue to get his head out of the clouds.
He made himself relax and started eating the food Vetis had brought him. At least he was well enough now to walk himself to the river for water, even if he did have to move slow and the river itself made him nervous now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 6:38 am
Vetis stared at Hugin, frowning before flopping his tail around his back legs. Nodding, his sparkles stopped producing extra, relaxing and keeping to their dull play.
"I will return. I need to play more leaves, then we can move in." Vetis mused, nodding as he headed for the den. Most would ask what it was the other was pondering. Him? He respected Hugin's privacy, most of the time. He considered briefly the option of just moving Hugin into the den now, but he grabbed leaves instead and headed to the den. His love could wait ten minutes.
The den was spacious and even, dug near the cave and deep, very deep. It made sense since it took him nearly a two weeks to dig it. It was perfect for both of them, perhaps even for extra. Vetis always tried to make the best for his love. He set more leaves down, pleased, and returned to Hugin, proud.
"It is finished."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:17 pm
Hugin had finished the food and decided perhaps he should lay down and rest a bit before Vetis returned. He’d been protesting about all the work Vetis had put in to making that den, but his mate had insisted that it would be far more comfortable and secure than the cave, and even if Hugin seemed to be well on the mend it was going to take a long time for bone and muscles to properly heal up; Vetis had become a lot more stubborn when it came to Hugin’s well-being.
This time when Vetis returned, even though his mind was still wandering a bit, Hugin heard him coming. “That’s good to hear,” he said, a gentle smile on his face. Smiles were one of the few facial expressions that were pronounced on him, the rest tending to be highly muted if they even showed up at all; the exaggeration of expressions other foxes sported were learned rather than natural. And Hugin’s smile were only as visible as they were because Vetis had once told him he liked it when he smiled.
The purple male struggled up to his feet. “Lead the way for me,” he asked, ears twitching. He normally could follow the sound of Vetis’ steps, but lately he’d needed touch to guide him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 4:08 pm
With this, his tail flicked out and touched his mates neck, offering for the male to take the tail into his mouth. He wouldn't mind either way, as long as Hugin got to the den. He had noticed his mates inability to walk about like before, and he didn't question it. He would simply help his mate as asked, and he would even carry Hugin if he had to.
Carry....
He almost walked right over and slunk under his mate. No. He would not, Hugin needed to regain strength and would unable to be recover if Vetis simply carried him everywhere. Still. It was horribly tempting. He wouldn't mind carrying his mate everywhere forever....
WIth this all said and done, he padded ahead, slowly for his mate. He had to stop himself from flicking his tail at the thought that he had finally finished their den. It had taken so long, even for him!
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 6:24 pm
Hugin just chuckled softly and moved up to stand beside Vetis, lightly pressing his shoulder against Vetis’ back leg. “This will be a lot easier for both of us if I just follow your movements and take my cues from your muscles shifts. As long as you don’t walk too fast, it will be fine,” he assured his mate.
He’d never much been able to understand tail guidance. It offered no sense of direction, so that when the guider went one way and the guidee went the other, a correction could only be made when the guider got their tail pulled. Perhaps in a situation where it was possible they might lose contact with each other, but otherwise it seemed like a mass of pain and frustration.
At least in the position he was in now, he could not only follow exactly where Vetis was going but could also feel when direction changes would be made.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:55 pm
Vetis simply nodded, padding ahead quietly, and slowly. He was excited, his sparkles heavier than usual as he grinned to himself. The quiet male really had everything he could ever want. A lovely mate who, even though Vetis would never forgive himself for letting the other get hurt, still loved him and was willing to stay with him. He had parents who were constantly badgering him about the fact he never visited. His life was pretty good.
When they reached the den he warned Hugin with a low hum, ducking his head down as he slipped into the den. Was he proud? If his mate liked it then yes. It was fairly large, as he has intended, and the sound of leaves rang as he padded towards the back and flopped down with a sigh.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:40 am
Hugin’s ears twitched in surprise as they took the first few steps into the den. He felt the guidance of his mate and slowly felt his way to a wall, then, keeping one shoulder lightly brushing against the earth, he began pacing around the entire den until he made it to the point where the entrance began.
“I thought it was taking a long time, but how did you manage to dig something this big in just two weeks,” he asked, voice registering the surprise on his face as he began slowing pacing up and down the den, moving towards the opposite wall bit by bit trying to memorize the den interior. Leaves crunched underfoot, padded with old pine boughs that lent a spicy smell to the air.
Finished with his inspection and feeling suddenly tired, Hugin moved back to where he remembered Vetis to be and curled up in the nest of leaves. “It’s wonderful, Vetis,” the young male said softly, a tired smile on his face.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 11:03 am
He smiled as his mate seemed happy. His tail wagged lightly, sparkles flicking across the den and deep into the leaves. Poor Hugin was trapped in a nest of sparkles! They did fade after time when they left his body, but still.
"I worked on it whenever you slept, too. I also worked on it whenever I could." He was going to say he was also abnormally strong, but the male felt like that would be bragging. He rested his head on his mates neck, tail twining around Hugin's.
"I'm happy you like it." He whispered, nuzzling into his lovers shoulders. He was tired, this amount of constant work, digging into a cold ground constantly drained him. Now he could relax. His entire body hurt, though he'd never complain to Hugin, who had felt worse pain recently.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 11:54 am
Hugin chuckled softly. Before the laughter had completely died from his lips he had fallen asleep, content and happy that his mate was so happy himself.____________________________________ Consciousness returned slowly to Hugin in the form of bits and pieces of sensory information reaching his brain. The sound of deep, slow breathing that confirmed Vetis was sleeping next to him, the sharp scent of pine mingling with the earthy-sweet scent of leaves, the smooth curve of something warm pressing into his cheek…
Hugin’s head whipped up in alarm, heart hammering in his throat. It had moved! What he had taken for just a pleasantly smooth rock had actually wiggled while his cheek was pressed against it, making a gentle rattling sound that most definitely wasn’t a rock. As he sat there, breathing heavily and letting his heart rate go back to normal, he’d almost think it was some hallucination produced by a sleep-fogged mind.
Then the rattling started up again, soft but distinct against the leafy floor. And it wasn’t alone.
“Vetis,” Hugin hissed, heart pounding again as he cautiously reached forward with his paws. He encountered that wobbling smooth surface and this time, to his surprise, felt a ring attached to it. He cautiously pulled it towards him, then felt around again. “Vetis,” he hissed with more urgency, as he pulled a second, third, and finally fourth ring towards him with those smooth little rounds on them.
“Vetis,” he called a third time, now sounding thoroughly bewildered. “What on earth are these?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:36 pm
His eyes fluttered as he heard a voice, tail twitching. It was far too early for Vetis to be rousing, he determined, but it was that urgent repetition of his name that eventually roused him. Worry flickered through him, then fright as he realized it was Hugin, and that something could be horridly wrong. His eyes snapped open, amber orbs flicking about until they focused on his mate, narrowing as he noticed nothing externally wrong. He had missed his mates question at first, though it clicked in place as sleep wiggled out of his brain. Something was out of place, and his mate was hoping his eyes could assist.
The male thought that perhaps he was still half-awake when his eyes locked on what exactly was in his mates paws. For a second he almost flopped back over for sleep, and for another he almost went to pinch his own cheek. However, he froze in place, and then finally it clicked.
Deities.
Don't tell him those were....
"Wha-." Speechless. Rarely was he rendered speechless. His ears flicked completely back as he forced thought to come into his mind, leaving poor Hugin without an answer for even longer. BCRs. Those were not BCRs! They were obviously just bracelets! No. No Vetis, that was wrong, he knew that. No amount of denial could change the fact that his mate was holding BCRs. Wait, who said they were theirs? Ha! He had found a loop hole!
.....
Wait, why was he trying to find a loop hole? Why was he denying them? Oh no, he wasn't like most bastards he knew that would ditch his own children? Was his biological fathers ditching genes in him? Was that what he left behind?! Oh god! Without even realizing he had yet to explain to Hugin what exactly was happening he touched his paws, ears flat back.
"I will not ditch you. We will do this together. Unless you don't want me. Do you want me? Am I good enough? Am I allowed? Should I prove it to you? What do I need to do? I can lift large rocks. I can bring you many deer. I built this den. Oh. Oh no, I didn't build it because of this. I wasn't preparing, don't misunderstand..... If I knew I would have made it even bigger. Maybe made two dens connected to one another. Anyway, I can prove it to you. I would do my best." It seemed the normally quiet male could ramble..... if BCRs were introduced into the picture.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 10:11 pm
Hugin heard the rustling of Vetis moving around and the change in his breathing pattern, indicating his mate was awake, yet received no answer to his question. Normally a patient soul, the appearance of unknown wiggling objects in the middle of the night made the wait a far more anxious one that it would usually be. Then Vetis was suddenly covering his paw with one of his own and babbling stuff out so fast that Hugin was hard put to keep up with it. Reassurances that he wasn’t going to ditch him, questions about whether he was good enough for something, talk about lifting boulders and catching deer, something about the den and its construction…
Hugin’s ears flipped back in alarm. What on earth was Vetis talking about? “What’s going on,” he asked, voice reflecting bewilderment and fear. He jerked away from the objects and Vetis, sitting up and scooting back a few paces, subconsciously trying to separate himself from the sources of his confusion in an attempt to get his thoughts in order. Blood trickled from his eyes, then began to pour down in fat drops like he was crying.
“What’s wrong,” he whimpered softly, panic starting to overcome him. Without Vetis to help him understand he was not sure where to go or who to turn to, and that scared him.
((Edited post a bit, was distracted on the first attempt and not entirely happy it. Same general gist, just hopefully better wording ;^^))
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 8:04 pm
Wrong? There was nothing wrong, and yet going back on his previous actions he could see why his mate thought that. A frown touched his face that the other could not see, and this was probably best, for in the past five minutes he had gone through at least seven expressions, and this would freak anyone out that wasn't unable to see them, for some of them had been fear.
"No. No no no. No." His attempt at soothing was probably failing as he gripped his mates paws tighter, mouth tightening. No, there was nothing wrong! Nothing at all! Hastily, he touched a BCR, the purple female, and his paws slipped it away from Hugin, viewing the child.
"BCRs. These are.... babies, Hugin. And, I think our babies by how they look. Ah, we- You're a parent." He still hadn't been told if he was qualified to be a parent! Oh, he so hoped so! These little fluff balls.... wait, what if they weren't fluffy? What if they had scales? Yes. He'd still love them, scales and all. Oh god. What if they weren't even their kids? What if Vetis was horribly mistaken?
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 8:52 pm
Hugin finally calmed down a little, though he still felt confused. Babies? Those hard little rounds attached to rings were babies? That didn’t sound right. He racked his brains, trying to remember anything his mothers might have told him about children. The term BCR sounded familiar, but only in the sense that it was like a whisper of a memory. Maybe that had been in the talk about children, but neither parent had explained BCR in a way that he could properly comprehend it. That could have been why the word was only a faint touch in his mind. But if Vetis said the BCRs were babies, Hugin would believe him; his mate wouldn’t do something like this to him as a joke.
“I’ve never felt a child like that, a BCR, before,” he said softly. Slowly he crept forward again, feeling out and encountering one of the small shells. It wiggled gently under his paws. “Ours? Are…are you sure?” Hugin felt a swelling of emotion in his heart at the thought of children that were bits of him and Vetis.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 5:13 am
He nodded in response, ears twitching as he watched his mate intently. He lowered a paw down to the BCRs, nuzzling the underside of Hugin's jaw.
"Children come in these to develop safely. When they are ready to hatch they'll break open this part." He touched Hugin's paw, running it across the hard, circular bit of the BCR. Orange eyes viewed the other intently. His ear flicked at the word "ours", a hesitant smile on his face. He was allowed? Then.. He only hoped they were all boys! He didn't know how to identify gender, and he wanted all boys. Why? So he didn't need to kill any male touching his girls... Though now he thought about it he'd go after anyone flirting with his sons, too.
"Yea. I'm sure. One has your coloring I'm your coat, and another has my coloring." He didn't bother describing the BCRs with terms such as "purple" or "one has an arcana marking similar to yours". His mate couldn't see, he tried his best to use terms to help his mate.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 12:44 pm
Hugin carefully laid back down, his body sending him little painful reminders that it didn’t appreciate sudden movements now that he was calm enough to properly feel again. The leaves softly crackled around him as he lowered himself down with a gentle sigh. As soon as he was settled he reached out again, slowly and gingerly, his paws once again encountering those little shells that were his children.
“What about the other two,” he asked, having to pause to yawn partially through the sentence. If it hadn’t been for the constant wiggling against his cheek he’d probably have still been asleep, and all the excitement only served to tire him out further. “Can you tell if they’re boys or girls,” he murmured softly, laying his head down on the leaf and pine-padded floor. A wave of sleepiness washed over him, but the blind male stubbornly tried to fight it off.
((Yay, last post of page 5! <3))
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