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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 1:15 pm
Life amongst the Firekin, it had always been home and she couldn't imagine living anywhere else, being beside anyone else but the friends and family she had made here, but being of outsider heritage-- even if her father was desert born and raised --it was just strange. Of the rest of her family only Huang could have been considered to return, but he too had a place, with that hybrid girl, so it was strange, strange to think that of all seven of them and both of her parents-- only she, only one out of those nine, would return and make a life back where their young lives had started.
Not only that, but thanks to Azarax, thanks to the love between the two of them, now five more lives had been brought into the world, and just that swiftly they were parents. It didn't feel like it was all that long ago that she was not any bigger than their children (They did have only room to grow, since her father had balanced out the size of her mother, and Azarax did carry true Firekin blood, the cubs would probably follow in their mother's and grandmother's pawsteps. Yin-li and her litter mates had outgrown, out sized their mother, and now Yin-li and Azarax's cubs were bound to do the same of Yin-li.), curling up between Azarax's paws for shade at the oasis. The thought... it brought such a warm smile to her eyes, to her muzzle. One day she looked forward to telling the children how she'd met their father, and how even back then, when they had been called "inferiors", he had never once carried himself as such. It was something she couldn't help but be secretly proud to know about him, she had always admired it, drawn encouragement from it, put it towards her own training.
As her black nose began to brush slowly over each cub now, taking count. They did still tire out a bit quickly, some of them at least, though Korofi and Atesh and Teketea seemed to be, easily, the most willful. Once satisfied with the counting she moved to the den's entrance, laying out just behind the shadow of the shade provided by the overcast of the cliff wall. It would grow shorter as the sun rose higher, but for now resting within the darkness of the den and gradually getting some sun, that sounded just fine to her. Settling into a Sphinx like position she shut her eyes, ears alert for any sound from the little ones and outsiders as she diligently kept watch-- even while resting --just as confident and determined as any pure blooded Firekin mother there, perhaps more so, to account for her lack of other typical qualities...
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 2:08 pm
With each passing day, Atesh was growing stronger along with all the rest of his siblings. Stronger, larger. Already, the traits of a Firekin seemed to be developing within him – he was quite a powerful cub, with the fire to match. He was always trying to pick a fight to show off just what he was capable of, and regardless of who it was, he did his very best to win. It didn’t matter if it was Korofi or Teketea, or even poor Vesta, who he managed to bowl over with ease. As long as he won, he was content and proud of himself. And every day, he grew more confident in his abilities.
He was one that would have to be taught carefully. This much was obvious. He would grow up to have the power and ferocity, if not the full size, that came from his father’s side of the family as well as the determination and iron will that stemmed from Azarax himself. They were all traits that could easily be yielded wrongly, and if he was allowed to do so, he would become dangerous. He was young yet, and his mind was still little more than a blank slate, waiting to have knowledge and beliefs written on it, and it was important that what he learned was what was right. He needed to be molded precisely to the Firekin way of life, and for a cub like Atesh, it was never too early to start.
He was lying half awake by the time Yin’s nose passed over his body, and at the familiar touch, the black cub raised his head and opened his unusually bright, murky blue eyes. The two blue orbs which shone like none other, still pure and void of any bias for the world. That would soon change, but as of now, they glittered like gems cut straight from the earth, untampered and untouched. Innocent.
They drifted to the black and white speckled coat of his mother, and instantly, they lit up. Joy permeated the murky blue as he scrambled to his paws. “Momma,” he whispered into the silence. “Momma, I wan’ do somefink.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 10:24 pm
Atesh's voice was enough to cause Yin to give pause. Looking to her son from where she had laid down along the entrance of the den she smiled. Of the cubs Atesh was certainly the most like his father. She welcomed him to join her with a rumbled purr.
"Just waking up and already more energetic than the sun itself..." She greeted affectionately, licking the crown of his head as she began to think of ideas to keep him entertained that morning. "Good morning, Atesh. Did you sleep well?"
He must have, his energy this early was certainly a good sign. Azarax had set out for his duties just a short while ago. Now, what could she and Atesh do today...?
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 1:52 am
He nodded enthusiastically as he scrambled to his paws and half stumbled over every single one of his sleeping siblings to reach his mother. "Yuh huh," he beamed as he collapsed against her shoulder. "Slep' well. Verrah well, thankee Momma."
His bright, alert eyes slowly wandered from one end of the cave to another. Those large, unusually bright eyes that seemed to almost twinkle even in the darkness, and lent the cub an air of complete innocence, devoid of aggression or anger. Which was, in fact, a great lie on the part of mother nature, but it was also perhaps a great asset for young Atesh. Those eyes, he could use those for his own advantage later on in life, perhaps.
Quite unlike his father, though, Atesh seemed to be particularly responsive to colors. Where Azarax could see only in grayscale, save for the flaming pelts of the Firekin, Atesh's world was one of extreme vibrance. Everything seemed to dance in sharp colors and contrast in his eyes.
"Where's Da?" He piped up, having drifted into silence while his eyes surveyed the den. It wasn't the same one as he had been born into - it had taken him a while to get used to it. Still, it was home now, and that was all that mattered.
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