Post by linnaea on May 25, 2008 16:14:22 GMT -5
I got tired of waiting, so I took the liberty of jumping into my own thread! Anyone can join!
The sun was shining warming on this delightful spring afternoon. Birds were circling in the air and twittering madly as the end of spring was coming closer and closer with each day. The treetops were lush and verdant, filled with nests and songbirds, some trees still had their early spring blossoms clinging to them as the flowers brought color to the beautiful Deorian forests. The dappled sunlight filtered between the leaves and danced on the forest floor. Pine needles and dried leaves scabbed the dirt and grass path - worn by hundreds of wolf paws scrabbling over them everyday. A light breeze hung in the air as a peaceful hum and twitter of bugs and birds could only promise a calm day.
“Yarp! Yarp!”
But even the peaceful afternoon couldn’t last horribly long…
A young Deorian cub - none other than the Dragga’s only daughter - came springing noisily through the forest. She was chasing the various insects that fluttered in crazy lines through the air. Her jaws snapped at them and her clumsy feet carried her over the uneven ground. At least they carried her as far as they could until she got tangled in her own uneven form and tumbled to the ground, yelping in surprise as the world spun round and round until she found her stop thanks to the large root of a tree.
After a moment of laying dazed the young pup burst into a fit of joyous laughter. Her paws flailed in the air and her thick and fluffy plume swayed madly back and forth. It was clear she was having quite a lot of fun, even though she’d mussed her pelt.
If you would ask who Little Linnaea looked like more, most would say she had her mother’s build and face, but would certainly add that she had Chalos’ qualities as well. The pup let her pink tongue loll from her mouth as she paused to catch her breath, black and white overo belly and chest heaving as her soft pale-brown eyes glistened.
Linn would certainly grow to be a pretty little thing. Her build of four months was already showing the signs of her long-legged and slender possibilities; just like Lucivar. In fact she looked a lot like her mother, save more brown. She had a creamy base coat with a gradient brown shawl that had small flicks of black and darker browns all throughout. Her velveteen ears were tipped black, her mostly cream legs had long bands of blacks around them - where her toes were pure white, and her thick tail was colored all of these! Upon her rump and down her tail was a large lump of black coal colored fur that blended well with her brown, there was a similar splotch of black on her belly and chest; covering over these places was varying white overo that splattered like snow of black over her back, tail, and underbelly. These overo markings were very clearly taken from her father who had a lovely splotch of white on his own posterior.
The young Deorian rolled to her tummy and stood, shaking her pelt free of dirt, needles, and forest-habitat spores such as pollen. She bounded over the large root, getting stuck at the top of it and having to scramble over the rest of the way, before landing heavily on the ground and darting off again on her clumsy way to chase more bugs and frolic in the dappled sunlight. It was a truly glorious day for a cub to be out playing.
Linnaea paused after a while, lifting her black nose to the air and standing up on her hind legs, sniffing about before coming back down on all fours - it was a silly thing that she did when sampling the air for familiar and unfamiliar scents. She’d found her way to the clearing. Linn wouldn’t say it, but she was practicing her tracking and howling. She thought she’d found a fairly new track her father had made, but it was actually a few weeks old. She lifted her muzzle and parted her black lips, and a harsh grating yelp came from her throat. Her vocal chords weren’t quite there yet.
“Ah, shoot.” She pouted, she had been so sure that today was the day that she’d be able to form a real strong howl like her father could. Speaking of her father, she wondered where he could be.