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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:46 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:51 am
Sango slowly walked her way through the snow. She was very tired and all she wanted was to bring her children and herself to a warm cave where she could keep them safe until they grew older and for her to regain her strength. She was wearing her casual kimono and not her battling outfit, since she wouldn't be training for a long time. He hair wasn't in a ponytail, but flew freely in the wind. She held three beautiful orbs in her arms.
Where was the father? She thought. She would have to give an orb to the father, wouldn't she? Sango struggled to walk on much longer since the cold was bitter and she wasn't wearing her protective gear. She just willed she would be able to go somewhere safe and warm, but her mission stopped her. She was going to find the unknown father of her children.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 4:02 pm
Shasarazade sat huddled up near the edge of a stream, his long tail wrapped around his legs as tightly as he could get it as he quietly drank. His stark black pelt made him stand out against the white snow, white dappling fading into the black like snow melting on his back. He was almost to his den when an overwhelming thirst accosted him, so he crouched by the stream and quenched it slowly, enjoying the cold water.
His ears perked up when he heard the soft crunch of snow, and he lifted his head to see what caused it. His den was rather out of the way, so he normally did not see many other minyas in the area.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 12:16 pm
Sango walked ahead, feeling some force pulling her to a nearby stream. That was when she saw a black minya protruding from the frisk white snow. It was a male, and he seemed to be looking at her. She continued walking, with a sight smile emerging from the sides of her lips, slightly like a teenager remembering something she had done that should have been kept secret, but was now very obvious.
She kept walking until she came face to face with the stranger. She could feel her orbs moving inside their protective shells. This was their father. He was black, just like the orbs mixed with her markings. She chose the one that was kicking the most, and handed it towards the father in a very motherly way, holding it carefully and passing it on to him. She believed he would keep it safe for her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 1:55 pm
Shasarazade stared at her for a long moment, blue eyes wide and confused. She was one of those special minyas who could walk on her hind legs - what in the Garden did she want with him? He wished he could ask that, but his voice had never worked, so questioning was impossible for him.
He need not have bothered though - when the strange female held out an orange orb to him, Shasarazade somehow sensed it was his - as were the other two she still carried. He was confused, but he did not need to question it - he knew they were his, and she was letting him care for one?
Shasarazade straightened to his full height and took a few silent steps forward before he sat again and raised his front paws to let her place the orb atop his legs which he very carefully used to balance the orb against his chest which amazed him with how warm it was. He looked back up to the female, his expression uncertain - was she really trusting him with its care?
( OOC: WTF how can a mute minya be so damned WORDY? )
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