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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:44 am
 Aislin gave a tremendous yawn.
She was sleepy, as she nearly always was. It's not that she hadn't slept well, precisely, it was only that waking life was especially draining on her and it seemed the more she slept, the less energy she had for other activities.
It didn't bother her much, really. For the most part, Aislin regarded the world she went to in her dreams as her reality, and the place she was while awake as a boring interim location. After all, in her dreams, she was powerful: she was a princess; she could fly; she had a thousand friends and all of them did as she wished. In her dreams the butterflies spoke to her and the wind told her its secrets.
In real life she had...what? A few boring siblings, and a father she hardly knew, and a big boring pack without any friends at all.
No. She'd much rather be sleeping.
So why was she awake just now? She couldn't tell. It felt as though, desperate as she was to go back to her dreams, she couldn't sleep; her eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, and her brain had that foggy disconnected feeling...and yet she couldn't force her body into rest.
Maybe she just needed to tire herself out, she'd decided, and so the little yellow-and-blue pup had set out to do some wandering. Better than lying around waiting for sleep to come, after all.
She had little idea of where she was, or any goal at all about what she should be doing, and was paying nearly no attention to who else might be around...
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:22 am
 Zenith awoke early and wandered away while the rest of his family was asleep. It was an unusual occurrence for the pup, and he was rarely caught since his mother tended to sleep long hours, and he often returned before anyone noticed. If his brother minded, he didn't show it, so Zenith grasped his time for freedom with all his might.
The pup rather hated sleeping. At night things always came to get him, things made of shadows and teeth and claws who wanted to cause him all manner of harm. Once, his face had been torn off by one of these creatures, and when he woke up yelling for help, no one understood what had happened. Sure, the flesh on his face had mysteriously sprung back, but he was convinced that it had been gone and refused to be told anything different.
Sometimes, good things happened to him too. But those times were rare, and no one seemed to care about them, either. So Zenith kept it all to himself. He wished he could share the stories with someone, but every time he opened his maw nothing good came of it.
His nose quivered as he searched for scents, keeping it close to the ground. He always had to be careful; who knew when the monsters would decide to come out during the day, too?
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:08 pm
A butterfly caught Aislin's eye, and she followed it, trailing after it curiously. She didn't know it, but this particular butterfly was already quite haggard, having been chased exhaustively by a certain brilliant pink pup. But the pup had given up and disappeared long ago, and now Aislin didn't so much chase the butterfly as watch it and wonder what its life was like. She imagined that she had wings, huge wings a dozen times larger than her whole body, fluttering bright dazzling wings.
Soon enough she could feel the wind under these imaginary wings, and she closed her eyes and rode the wind of her daydream, relished the feel of freedom. She saw the ground fall away before her, saw the deep-deep blue of the ocean spread out into forever.
Then a sound brought her crashing back to earth and she actually stumbled. Barely keeping her paws under her, she swept her eyes around. Her eyes caught a small, bright shape -- a butterfly?! -- and then realized it was a pup about her age. She wasn't sure if this was disappointing or exciting. "Are you real?" She asked, uncertainly.
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