5/27/2025, 3:06 AM
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My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
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The pup wasn't at first eager to get out of the den, too warm and snuggled up within the confines. The warmth outside simply lulling her further into a slumber she attempted to slip into, although that was until she heard the birds and the call of her Ma to come out. Her face contorted as a yawn slipped out, glancing upwards to the entrance of the den and squinted. Pupils adjusting to the light, watching as Ksyusha tapped a rock.
Odd..
Éabha was slow to get to her paws, stretching and yapping her woes to the world for a mere moment before they were lulled to silence. Her body was round, stumpy and thriving with curiosity, each wobbly movement was lead by her interest of the outer world. Only getting glimpses before being snatched back to the nest to remain in the den, she was never happy about being grabbed..
The moment she stepped up to the entrance of the den, the silver pup glanced to the rock Ksyusha had tapped. Her interest piqued, she didn't understand the tapping but, perhaps it couldn't hurt..Without a second though, without being told or asked, Éabha tapped her paw against the rock, lifting it to see if anything magical happened, disappointed nothing did happen.
That disappointment turned into a silent anger that didn't mean anything, face scrunching and paws carrying her fluffy figure out of the den. The light blinded her, but didn't hurt her eyes, instead the pup looked up, directly to the light source and that's when she yipped at the slight pain.
Ouchie..
Shaking her head, Éabha looked around slowly, seeing the dots in her eyes from staring at the sun for merely a second. Eyes fixating on a rock in the grass just beyond the den entrance. With one glance to her Ma, The gremlin child toddled her way to the rock, flopping to her pinkish tummy and grasping it in her clunky paws. Bringing it close, Éabha attempted to gnaw on the rock, finding nothing but rough, rounded edges that stopped her from even chewing.
A scowl appeared, and with a glance to Fiadh, Éabha was scowling directly to her and mimicked what seemed like the tiniest growl, more like a whine than anything.
Instead of crying because she was upset, Éabha decided to go for something else. A soft purple flower that caught her interest.. Like Dimitri's eyes! It was very pretty and looked..yummy..
Without seconds to spair, Éabha had the flower ripped from it's stem and was slapping her jaws together to get the flower unstuck from the roof of her mouth. Mlem..Mlem..Constant sounds of her mouth smacking closed until she got the flower loose and spat it out.