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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:14 pm
 Maziwa's eyes glistened in the moonlight. She was happy; the night was perfect. The starts stood brightly against the deep black sky. THer red eyes sparkled intellegently for her age. She knew she was clever; she had be be for being as lazy as she was. How else would she avoid the pranks of five other siblings?
Maziwa stretched; he white paws flexing. Her namesake, she stared down at her white paws that were slighty dirty with dust and other particles. The dust didn't matter though; she knew they were white. What did she care about what the other's thought. She was proud for looking like her, admittedly lazy, father.
With a small rin placed upon her orange maw, Maziwa smiled. This night... Yes, this night would be a good night. She could feel it deep within her chest.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 10:01 pm
 Dejiki had always liked the moon. It had remained, even against the passage of time, unchanged, familiar. It had always stayed the same, a sort of 'constant' in his life, and he could count on it rising for him each and every night. It was his compass, his lover, his companion. Apart from the moon, Dejiki could hardly remember the faces of the people of his past; in his mind, their faces were blurred. All those years ago, he had wandered away from his family, away from his home, and severed the ties and relationships he’d built, choosing instead the life of a nomad.
Yet, tonight, he was closer to home than he had ever been in so many years... he could literally feel it in his bones. The past, which had once seemed so far away, so distant, would soon, like a predator, catch up to him, grip him, hold him. The prospect of such a thing happening interested him more than it repulsed him. And so, he let his paws take him closer.
It was only when he had finally caught on to her presence that Dejiki’s thoughts turned to the present. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the young pup, only metres away from him, flexing her paws in the dust ahead. There was something… eerily familiar about her, although he couldn’t quite put a paw on what it was.
Still, he liked familiarity.
Perhaps now was as good a time as ever to refresh some of those old memories.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 3:30 am
The orange pup pushed through the 'tall' grass; small tuffs of grass on the terrain. They brushed nicely against her sides and maw. A small delighted giggle escaped the small white-pawed form.
That was, before she spotted an adult. She pressed her body against the ground, nose working overtime. Her eyes narrowed at the make, making out his features in the bright moonlight. He looked like... "Mum?" Just... blue... And Male. Any dog could look like her mum though. Any of them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 4:01 am
Dejiki’s eyes followed the female’s path, intently watching her as her lean frame wound its way, this way and that, through the grass. She was, he noted, only a pup, and a young one at that. For a moment, his eyes softened as he was reminded with memories of his own youth – his paws had been strong then, nose keen, ears sharp and eyes bright, the perfect image of youth at its prime. Now, he was an adult… a young adult, no doubt, but an adult was still an adult. Adults were well aged, closer to death, and often, having experienced life, their perception of the world had changed. Children usually did not know of the harsh realities of life; not until they had been there, done that, and grown as a person. And they still had years longer to live, if they were strong enough, or lucky enough, to reach adulthood.
He chuckled, shaking his head as if to dislodge the rather morbid thoughts from his head. He was surprised at how bitter, how negative his mood was today. He was normally quite positive and upbeat for the most part. Chuckling at himself, he reasoned that it was his return to his old homeland that was playing his emotions. Perhaps it was just nostalgia.
He broke into a gentle smile as he neared closer to the youngster, and felt a pang of warmth inside his stomach as his eyes met with hers. He had forgotten how much he liked children, only the gods knew how long it had been since he’d seen a pup of his own species. And one with… such a familiar face, too. It was as if he’d met her before, somewhere, sometime, yet he knew it was impossible… he’d been much too far away and she was far too young for him to have encountered on his earlier expeditions. Yet, her face was so hauntingly... similar...
"Mum?"
Her words caught him by surprise, and he laughed. Kids. They always did that; latched onto someone they thought was their parent, calling them ‘mum’ before looking up and realising they were clinging to a fat, ugly, bad tempered warthog with tusks the size of Mount Kilimanjaro. He’d been in that situation before himself – that was something he’d not forget in a hurry. Lucky for this little girl, though, he was hardly a fat, ugly, bad tempered warthog.
“M…mother? Hey, now, that’s not fair… do I really look like a female to you? I’m all male, kid. All male,” his smile widened, and he let out a laugh, “I don’t think I’m the person you’re looking for. You’re not lost, are ya’?”
(( XDD Sorry I posted a lot! I got CARRIED AWAY, omg. My writing flow returned! *dances* I'll try and keep it more brief on my next few posts <3 ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 1:17 am
"No, no, you look like my mum, but I suppose our fur markings aren't really special," Maziwa wrinkled her nose lightly and cocked her head to the side in wonder.
"I'm not lost though," Maziwa said. She wouldn't give away the location of the den, of course, because she wasn't even supposed to be out at night. "I live here," Maziwa told the male dog.
"Where are you from, Mister?" She questioned, attempting to be polite. Her mother taught her that, a bit. Be sly; cunning and run quickly. Things such as that - to help her survive.
[Lawls, mine is short in comparison]
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