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Post by Mist on Feb 1, 2007 23:58:36 GMT -5
(*jawdrop/oddlook*)
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Atrus
Newborn
.:.Heaven shine a light down on me.:.
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Post by Atrus on Feb 2, 2007 23:18:09 GMT -5
<<Heh yes, I agree with Wolfbane -sigh- before I might not of but I saw him for who that guy really is!! -growls- both the character and the person also sorry the post is late X3>>
Acheron looked over at her sister and felt a bit jealous of her, being so brave and knowing as much about her parents as she did...though it was said Atrus knew a fair bit of their father's past and some about his mother. Maybe she didn't pay enough attention to anyone to learn but she would start yes...she would even if it meant speaking up, something she was terrible at....like her mother Acheron was somewhat shy around other vargs besides her siblings she looked over to Atrus for some comfort but the tri-hued male wouldn't give it.
Atrus nodded to what Fenore spoke of and suddenly lost his fear of the Dragga and answered "To fully answer your question, yes Lajos was our father and he came from Sarnes...though he and our mother met just before that...after our birth mother rarely saw father" as he spoke of Lajos the same feelings Fenore shared were expressed the male hated his father for everything he'd put him through "Just after we were weaned he took us from mother....a few months ago he left us near the Deor border where he went off to find his grave..." he paused then sighed "After that mother found us and brought us here"
<<Heh and Mist about the title I wasn't really aiming for a fight X3 I was listening to that song and needed a title XD>>
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Post by Farrah on Feb 10, 2007 17:12:09 GMT -5
Farrah slipped easily from playful-jokey-sorta-awed mode into oh-my-tor-did-they-say-"Lajos?" mode. She had known he was their father, but it still was interesting how he had been so overjoyed to become such and then ran away and never returned. This was all in a time when he had seemed to go mentally inept; his body had been crushed once from blindly running into a tree. Farrah had always thought she loved him; she felt pity on all living things in need. He most of all. However, when he abandoned his children in their weak state and his young mate at the height of her need for him, she realized he was probably no more than all but Cagalli had said about him. "Thank Tor and Fenris both that you got your mother's looks and personality!" she said, with a partially sarcastic but deep underlying truth sort of voice. Though several pups in the litter all resembled their father in some way or another, all had a little peice of Cagalli as well. It was strange; it was as though the forces favored good over evil. If only it was always such. she thought, memories of ancient days enveloping her mind; the screams of pain from her pack; the cries of her younger brother, Ingo; the screams of her dying siblings; the cries of her own tormented soul... But momentarily, her quirky mood replaced all. "So..." she said, wagging her tail, a smile playing about her features, "I feel a story brewing here, Chalos." In a deep voice she announced, "To Hell and Back Again: a tale by Chalos, Dragga of Deor..." She made a funny face and said, "Well don't let me ruin it! Get on with it, will ya!!!"
((Teehee...sorry it took me FOREVER...I'm having difficulties securing computer rights *glares angrily at Amoria who never gets on here anyway but always manages to steal the computer for some odd reason or another* But look! TADA! I'm here and the pups aren't dead. Life is good.))
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