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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 7:58 pm
Rouge Remika was sitting down next to the sandbox at the playground. Her twelve year old reborn deity son Diyaka was happily playing in the sand with his baby sister Demetra. Currently the two were learning that sandcastles are really fun to smash with your hands.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 9:46 pm
D pushed the stoller through the park, half regretting coming out in the afternoon. It wasn't particularly hot outside, but the sunshine did begin to feel warm beating on his back.
Still, it was good to be out in the sunshine.
"Enjoying it out here?" He asked, half-leaning over in an attempt to see his son. The boy was dozing more or less, though two brown eyes looked fondly up at him. A twitch of an ear, and a big, huge yawn.
D felt his heart melt for the millionth time - his son was perfect.
Stopping at the parks public water fountain, the man soothed his parched throat. That would be enough to make it around the rest of the park and back to the car. . .
Blue eyes delighted in the touch of nature. All the green looked so beautiful compared to the dreary winter they'd just finished. Flowers were sprouting, birds singing, children laughing and the squeak of a rusty seasaw rang in his ears.
Glancing over, he admired the small playground. There were a few sandboxes, a small swing, a seasaw and a slide. It was quaint, but looked to be thoroughly enjoyable. D half wished he was a child again. . . .
If only he knew now what he didn't know then.
Blue eyes fell across the only people in the area. A woman sat near one of the sandboxes, two young children (he assumed hers) happily smashing sandcastles. Pushing his stroller forward, beginning his treck, he nodded and smiled pleasantly to Rogue.
He might have stopped, he might not have - but before he could say anything the baby (so drowzily content in his stroller) perked up. Leaning over, one hand clutching tightly to his wolf-tooth wand, the boy staraed at the giggling ones.
Who were they? And what was so funny? And the little girl seemed . . . . interesting.
Reaching out with clawed fingers, he made grabby hinds and whined. "Mrah~!" He whimpered, squirmingi n his seat and glancing pathetically over his shoulder. "Mrawh!"
D hesitated, glancing over at Rogue. "No, no, Faolan - it's time we -"
And it happened, as always.
The plastic, squishy dinosaur he'd chewed to pieces went flying out of the stroller and landed with a plop at Rogues feet.
. . . . So much for moving on.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that!" D hastily apologized, wishing his son was old enough to understand. "NO Faolan," he chidded, scowling down at his son. "That was bad!"
D had realized he'd been lax in correcting Faolan from unsavory deeds. Throwing tantrums (and throwing things period) was a no-no. . . . a shame the wolf didn't appear much to listen.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:34 pm
The blonde glanced up after spotting the chew toy. Seeing the man and his son, whom she'd previously met at headquarters, Rouge smiled broadly. "Hallo there, D, Faolan. How're you two?" she asked pleasantly.
Diyaka glanced over. Oh what a cute baby! He wanted to run over and hug him!
Demetra glanced over, wanting to growl about losing her brother's attention but then she spotted the boy. Faolan had teeth! And funny skin markings! She wanted those! And he had chewed something and had a tail! This wasn't a pretty winged girl or a sleepy peaceful looking child! He was a rowdy boy baby! This would be fun to play with!
Reaching out an arm towards Faolan, the little girl made a kind of friendly growling noise. "Rawa!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:58 pm
To say D was bad at putting faces with names was an understatment. It starteled him that Rogue knew his name, and Faolan's. . . . Where. . . What? Huh? He did a quick double take the guardian, hoping light would dawn on him.
The person looked familiar, and yet, the name escaped him completely. Obviously another guardian, but when had they met. . .?
Oh dear.
He hoped the surprise wasn't too obvious - D didn't want to insult the woman! Still, he slipped in to a gentle grin and he gave a nod of his head. "We're - " A clawed hand smacked him in the face, not purposely, of course, but Faolan began squirming and squiggling in his arms. Oh dear. "We're managing, thanks," he responded, moving his head back to avoid another smack.
Faolan studied the boy and girl curiously, gold eyes dancing off one and the other. Strangers! But one similar to him. . . . except not at all! The girl reached out to him, and his ears pricked to focus on her growling noise.
She growled too? Well. . . . Faolan would really have to teach her how to growl! His tail wagged back and forth a bit, purely delighted by this new meeting. "GRAWWH. . . urgle." His growl turned in to a bubbling gurgle, but the baby hoped it was effective.
D glanced at the boy and the baby, still trying desperately to place a name. Neither were familiar. . . .
"I'm . . . I'm absolutely horrible with names," he begain apologetically, wishing he had a free hand to rub the back of his neck. "But I hope life's treating you and . . . yours?" A glance at the sandbox kids, "well?"
Ugh.
No wonder he couldn't pick up a boyfriend. Who wanted to date someone with the memory of a goldfish. ._.;
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 5:44 pm
Rouge laughed. "It's fine. I'm Rouge. We met at headquarters before I became a guardian. This is my son Diyaka and my daughter Demetra-who apparently wants to play with Faolan."
Demetra make a slightly snarl like giggle and tried to growl again. "GRAGAWAGAWAGA!"
Diyaka was giggling a ton at this. "Mister can he come down and play?" he asked D
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 8:29 pm
Ahhhhh! Yes! Headquarters! Ok . . . The lightbulb finally clicked on and D's cheeks flushed red. "Oh yes~! I remember now!" Well. . . sort of. Either way, it was good to be meeting Rouge now.
"A pleasure to meet your family," the pink haired man grinned, nodding towards Diyaka and Demetra. The little boy seemed cute as a button, and friendly! That was a relief. The last child he'd met had been in possession of a sword and seemed to be more than a smidge standoffish. It was nice to see a friendly kid running away. . . .
There was some hope for the future, it seemed.
Faolan squirmed in D's hands, reaching out his clawed hands to further make grabby motions. His tail continued to wag, ears pricked forward in his delight. "GRAWH!" Was Faolan's final say, though a grin cracked wide his features.
Whoever these strange ones were they were fun! The little girl like him but not like him was growling, and the giggles that escaped Diyaka were infectious. Yes, Faolan wanted to play and further investigate these new ones. . . .
D couldn't help but look genuinely surprised at the quest. Have someone actually play with his son beside himself or Cheylir? Wow. "Well . . uh. . . sure if you'd like! Just becareful of his claws - he doesn't mean any harm and they're not that sharp, but he's . . . a baby." And that was that.
Reaching down, he plopped Faolan in the sandbox beside the pair, and stepped back. How would this interaction go? Would it be a breath of fresh air or catastrophe? Gods D hoped for the former.
Set in the sand, the baby werewolf child looked surprised. His hands reached out and picked up a few handfuls, squeezing the dirt. Eyes wide, he looked back and forth between the two, before grinning proudly and throwing the sand in the air.
"RAHHHH!" He squealed in delighted, giggling. This sandbox idea was kind of fun.
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