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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 12:45 pm
 How long had it been since he last saw her? A year? Less, more? Long enough for his son to grow. One egg out of three... Oliver growled under his breath. Damn, damn, damn, damn!
It wasn't that he'd wanted to be a father. No, that night all he'd seen were Fraise's pretty eyes, only heard the sweetness of her laugh. One night, it wasn't supposed to mean anything. But it did. It meant everything. Children, and everything that went with that. Children, his children, and he was only allowed to raise one egg. Because Fraise hated him, wanted to kill him. Had thought the night meant forever. Oliver had known it wouldn't, it had all been a game. Forever... forever was a long time.
Oliver looked back over his shoulder at the cave where Windross and Drake were sleeping. Had been sleeping, when he left the cave. Forever. Drake would be his son forever, and Windross? Oliver had turned his back on Fraise for him. Funny how much more Windross meant to Oliver than any of the females he had crossed paths with.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 1:09 pm
Roughly about a year it had been, if his mind served him correctly, which it always seemed to have. Give-or-take an entire year... and he was still here. Still with someone, still following Oliver just as loyally as the first day he set eyes on him, and yet he hadn't yet been pushed away or abandoned or left to rot somewhere on the side of the trail, never to be heard from again. No. Instead of all that, Oliver had let him stick by, despite all his naivete and his innocence and his inability to do anything right; Oliver had stuck by him.
Reddish brown eyes opened slowly that morning, assumption being that it would be to nothing, to no one. Yet once again, it was Drake he saw, the speckled dragon that Oliver and Fleck- no, Fraise, had created together, still snoozing in the cave, having seemed to have grow up, well... much faster than Windross, himself, remembered growing up. Or maybe that was just how it felt as a dragon got older, as though things had taken much, much longer to happen in the long-run.
He stood, stretching himself in the shade of the cave before walking into the light and digging his claws into the fresh soil, disrupting the settled dew when he shook himself off. He sat himself down and tipped his head as he watched Oliver, amusement sparkling in his eyes, as it always seemed to do, even in the most dire of situations. "'Lo there, Olly. What's got'cha up at such an hour?"
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 2:16 pm
Oliver smiled as Windross exited the cave, all of his anger at Fraise forgotten for another day. It was impossible to stay angry, to stay bitter or unhappy when Windross was there. Maybe it was something in his eyes, or the way he moved. Or the way he always stuck by him. Never let him down. Just... was there, and that was enough.
"Just thinking," Oliver said. "About where I came from, and how much drier and hotter it is back there, and about the journey here. About my son, about us." He smiled mischievously at Windross and casually moved his tail so that it just barely grazed Windross' side. A touch, half a touch. He smiled and it meant so much more than any physical contact. Windross, ah Windross. Why did it matter when Oliver woke up in the night and saw Windross sleeping there, by his side? His ever loyal follower.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 4:03 pm
 Drake finally opened his eyes once he was sure he was alone. Standing up, he glared at the entrance of the cave were he knew his father and Windross stood. He hated this, hated being surrounded by only males, hated being seperated from his sisters, hated his mother for giving him up, he even hated that his father hadn't.
Letting out a soft growl, Drake stormed out of the cave purposly breaking between the two males instead of going around them as he went by. The pair of them were sickening to Drake. If it wasn't for his fathers oddites then perhaps he would still have a mother and would have grown with his sisters. The worst part of the whole thing was they didn't even seem to realize it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:42 pm
Windross watched Oliver speak with what could have easily been called admiration, and truly would be described as that. He did admire Oliver, out raising a child all by himself [mostly] and actually taking care of both himself and Drake. It was a feat in and of itself to simply keep Windross out of a trouble, he couldn't even imagine the troubles that a youngster would have gotten into the times when he hadn't been around!
When he felt the tail ghost along his side it caused his mane to stand a bit on end, head ducking down so he could tremble properly, shaking the feeling out of his body and peering up at his 'pack's leader with innocence in his eyes. "'Us', Olly? What'cha mean by that?" Well, sure, them, but... what about them? Was there something that he wasn't being told?! He blinked those large, rusty brown eyes, already starting to confuse himself without even giving Oliver time to answer.
It didn't help that Drake therein stormed past the two of them, making Windross' eyes widen in surprise, skittering backwards, claws out and scraping up the soft soil. Geesh, was everything looking to scare or confuse him today?! He watched the young male storm off, his tail flipping gently behind him as his head tipped to the side, eyes then going back to Oliver, silently asking what had just happened.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 12:02 am
"Yeah, us," Oliver said with a slight smile. "I mean-"
He flipped his tail away and twisted to the side while Drake stormed past. He frowned; Drake was angry, he got that, but he really didn't know what to do. He wasn't particularly cut out for this father stuff. At least not on his own... he shook his head, and turned back to Windross.
"I'll need to talk to him," Oliver said. "But... not right now. He... he's just upset about his mother," he said. Yeah, that was it. Nothing to do with Oliver, no sir-ee!
He turned his mind away from Drake, determined to worry about it later, and tried to think of a good way to get back to the topic of him and Windross.
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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How long had it been since he last saw her? A year? Less, more? Long enough for his son to grow. One egg out of three... Oliver growled under his breath. Damn, damn, damn, damn!
