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 Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:04 pm
Bodaway lounged in the shade of a dune, eyes closed. In his long life, nothing ever felt so good as the sands beneath his paws nor the sun burning into his pelt. But even a Firekin needed the shade now and again, particularly the old and weary. Age didn't diminish his might and ferocity in the least, though. Like any Firekin, Bodaway remained strong, powerful, and limber in the joints. There were no bone creakings here. Tail curling, a deep and content rumble emenated from the massive beast.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:05 pm
Sliding down the sand dune, Savitri eyed her father. He was a picture of true Firekin spirit, massive, fierce... And a blood-red color. She felt out of place, as always, with her own bland and glaring white pelt, less of a Firekin. The cub sighed, padding over. In almost an instant, she was swept into a lion-hug, groomed by her ever-caring father.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:06 pm
Pausing in grooming his pale and snowy daughter, Bodaway tilted his head. "Is something wrong, Savitri? You're so quiet..." He licked her head, giving her a mini-cowlick. He chuckled a bit at the indignant look before grooming the fur back in place. She had no claim to the throne, yet she was every bit a princess. All of his daughters were, as he saw it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:07 pm
The cub puffed a bit at the sand, draping on her father's forelimbs. "Am I cursed by Finar-si, daddy...? My coat lacks mark... And I'm so white..." She made a face, disgusted by this. She could live with the white, if she had markings.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:08 pm
The aging male finished grooming his daughter, chuckling a bit. "Savitri... Finar-si doesn't curse us. She blesses us. Once, long ago, when I was but your age, I heard about there being other gods. Not as great as Finar-si, but others, even in this very desert. They come in many colors and marks, and some often bless cubs in especially esteemed litters. Think of yourself as being blessed by Finar-si, not cursed."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:10 pm
Letting out a grumpy grunt, the pure white cub curled between her father's forelegs. "How is this a BLESSING? I don't even have ONE mark!" She crossed her paws, glaring a bit. Blue eyes were filled with something akin to despair, desperation for a marking of any kind... Anything. Even if she had to use her own BLOOD...
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:24 pm
"Every Firekin born an unusual color, such as brown, or white, or even yellow, is in a sense being tested by Finar-si. Your lack of marking, something even a rogue would have, is a test of your loyalty to her." He smiled, giving her a lick. "Now, it's time for you to nap. Your sisters are already sleeping."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:30 pm
"But I don't understand... How am I supposed to prove loyal when I don't even look like a Firekin should? I should be red, or black, like my sisters! Not white!" She let out a grunt as she was lifted, allowing herself to dangle from her father's maw. Placed with her sibblings, she looked up at Bodaway. "This can't surely be it..." A wide yawn escaped before she settled down, starting to fall asleep.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:32 pm
Tail curling, the male chuckled. "Savitri... My little princess... If you are truly loyal to Finar-si, you will bear your pale coat with pride, and show it to everybody who will look. You are a gem, a rarity, for no pure Firekin in my memory has ever had a solid and pure coat." He gave her a last lick, then started out of the den. "Worry not about such large things, you are still but a child. You should enjoy your youth and play like others." Watching her fall asleep, he smiled. He hoped, dearly, that she wouldn't repeat his mistakes and try to grow up sooner than necissary.
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