Private Roleplay STICK - Printable Version

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It had been a few days sense the bird swoop and the silver pup had yet to learn to watch the sky, and not the ground only. Her body waddled quietly, ears twitching and nose sniffing, tail wagging ninety miles an hour. She was adventuring around the den, her face scrunched up paws marching her along.

Éabha searched the tall grasses, hidden from view, even with the fog from predators of the sky. Until a loud squeal erupted as she found something, her entire body attempting to drag a log and failing miserably at moving it even a centimeter, till the stick she was holding, snapped. Thus causing the pup to roll backwards and land on her shoulders, then flop to her side.

She was dazed for a mere moment before realizing she was holding something flimsy enough to swing around and whack others. Eyes lighting up, Éabha quickly snapped her head back and forth, looking, searching for her very first victim.

And that's when she saw him, Here i come, Mama...STICK ATTACKKK

It's a good thing Dimitri had been back in Elysium when the bird had struck. He'd nearly lost his mind when he heard about Eabha, and equally concerned about the baby's inability to feel pain. His daughter, nearly lost to the birds-- and laughing the entire time? Strange. Concerning, too.

He's thinking of what to do when Eabha strikes. Whack! Right into his ankles! And with startling force! Dimitri jumps back, loudly declaring, "Пиздец!" Then he bites his tongue. The kids are picking up swear words, and it's bad enough they know the English ones. Perhaps his mother had been right. Maybe he shouldn't teach them to say Russian swears.

"Мышка, you startled me!" He glances her over, wondering if she's tearing any of the wounds. "That's not a nice thing to do to people."

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The pup giggled through the stick, tail wagging and swaying her body. She didn't notice the wounds, barley noticing the stiff skin around them besides when she jumped and it pulled her sides a bit. No pain though, oddly..

Her ears twitched and her eyes fixated on her Mama, eyes wide but confused. With ease, she dropped the flimsy stick and tilted her head.

But why?

Her voice was squeaky, but beginning to form it's tone. A heavy set, and loud one, one that could grow annoying but never tired of, it was warm and caring and yet held many emotions of confusion. Why was hitting others bad? She she got hit one day when it was windy it didn't hurt..So why was it bad?

Her ears flicked backwards some, sniffing at the air and hoping she hadn't hurt him. Carefully she moved and braced her paws on Dimitri's front legs, just high enough she could brush into his neck in apology. She didn't understand, but she felt bad and wouldn't do it again. Yes she will.