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he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Silkie - July 02, 2018

once more silkie finds himself at the mouth of hougeda. the morning is overcast and the day's heat had yet to reach it's peak. it was still hot, the air thick with moisture of a recent rain to boot. and though he peers curiously into the redwood forest nearby he stays where he is. something in his gut warns him that unless he's got an adult escort it's safer to stay close to hougeda ...probably safer to stay in the cavern but silkie's endlessly curious about the world. or perhaps, more specifically, the claimed territory of drageda. the rabbit leg he'd carried out with him is remembered suddenly, briefly forgotten in lieu of his excitement at the smells that lingered after a fresh rain. a droplet of rain water rolls off a large leaf where silkie has taken shade and lands on the crown of his head. for a moment it startles him from his breakfast, and the rise of his head bumps into the leaf and forces several more droplets to roll free and splash upon his muzzle and nose.

content that he was not being drooled on by something larger than himself silkie returns to his rabbit leg and strips it of flesh and meat, small chunks of carrion clinging to his — once — pristine whiskers where the blood now stains the sides of his muzzle and his chin a rogue red. when the bone is clean he clamps it beneath both front paws and begins to eagerly chew on it, teeth carving into it effortlessly, suckling the bone marrow — which had became his favorite part of worrying bones — with each bite.



RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Bat - July 03, 2018

The brief cloudburst animated her, sending Bat into a frenzy of energy that at once delighted and sort of disconcerted her mother. The Goufa galloped about the open space just beyond the caves, splashing in puddles and rolling in the wet grass, all while a bemused Wildfire bore witness.

Eventually, Bat calmed down enough to take notice of her brother nibbling on a rabbit leg nearby. "Silkie!" she cried joyously, pouncing a shimmering blade of dewy grass a few feet in front of him. She followed through with the movement, rump in the air and damp, spiky tail waving as she play bowed. "You need a baf?" she quipped, eyeballing his stained muzzle.


RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Silkie - July 04, 2018

it's easy enough for silkie to tune out bat as she splashes around somewhere nearby in puddles. he enters a single minded focus as he worries his bone, akin to the focus he displays while chasing after some poor, small woodland creature that happens to be unfortunate enough to cross his path. silkie's not a great hunter and though the instincts to chase are purely innocent and fun-filled for now, they ultimately prepare him to become the apex predator he is ...or will be. silkie is so focused on his bone that he doesn't even notice that the splashing has ceased. he hears the joyous cry of his name, evidenced by the twitch and cup of an ear but he doesn't notice that bat draws nearer until he sees her pounce a few feet in front of him. silkie's head is angled down and away and he catches her movement out the corner of his eye.

he blinks up at her, bone temporarily forgotten just in time to hear her question. she butt wiggles him, her body poised in a play bow. the young dragonling's eyes light up with the prospect of play but he's slightly perturbed by her mention of the word 'bath'. bath? oh no. abort mission. he sees wildfire nearby — a shock of flaming reds against the green and browns of the world around them — and he swipes his tongue across his jowls again as his ears flutter back to rest at half mast against his skull in lieu of answering his sister right away. "no," silkie attempts to reassure bat quickly, hopefully before their mom decides that he does, indeed, need a bath. silkie's not overly fond of baths and will go above and beyond in attempts to avoid them.

silkie rises to his feet, his bone abandoned beneath the curling leaf he'd taken shelter beneath and prances closer to bat. "whaddya wanna play?" he inquires with a wag of his tail.



RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Bat - July 06, 2018

He insisted he didn't need a bath, after surreptitiously glancing in their mother's direction. Bat cocked her head, wondering at the distressed look in his eye. Didn't Silkie like baths? She enjoyed them herself, whether it was one of their mothers administering one with their tongues or—a bit more preferably—a dunk in a nearby puddle. A little furrow appeared between her mercurial eyes.

But then Silkie rose onto all fours, posing a question which derailed her thoughts about bath time. Bat's eyes sparkled at the mention of the word "play." She straightened up and regarded her litter mate with a thoughtful look as she scrolled through a mental list of fun games (all of them involving water in some capacity).

"Splash fight!" she crowed after a moment of deliberation, swiping a damp paw at his white shoulder before making an about face and romping toward a small pool of water gathered in a natural divot in the ground not far from where Wildfire kept watch. "C'mon!" she chirped to Silkie before hopping into the shallow water and enthusiastically stomping all four feet.


RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Silkie - July 07, 2018

crisis averted. ...somewhat. silkie might have managed to change the topic of conversation from the dreaded bath word yet bat somehow manages to wrangle him into water nevertheless. silkie asked her preference for a game though and thus feels the heavy weight of obligation to indulge bat and predictably she chooses something that pertains to water. it hasn't fallen out of the observant dragonling's notice that bat has a thing for water. silkie isn't judgemental: they were all individuals and they all liked different things. bat's thing was water. silkie's thing was naps and chasing unlucky beasties that sometimes he caught and ate and sometimes he didn't. her damp paw hits him in the shoulder and silkie lets out a small grunt. it didn't hurt; the sound was more instinctual as if he anticipated the smart more than anything.

bat's enthusiasm is infectious and silkie catches it quickly. he bounds after her, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as she begins to splash. he pauses a bit away from the pool of water, eyeing the berth between him and it thinking he could make that jump. he butt wiggles bat. if she wants a splash fight then a splash fight she would get. without further warning he launches himself at the water, hoping to make a decent if not good splash when he lands.



RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Bat - July 10, 2018

Some children might have balked at being hit by a wave like the one Silkie sent washing over her, yet it only delighted Bat. She cackled happily, waiting for the water to settle somewhat before churning it with her feet all over again. Bubbles roiled around the two soaking wet siblings even as the water sloshed against their little legs.

Bat suddenly noticed the red stain fading from her brother's muzzle. "It's goin' away!" she pointed out, actually flinging out a foreleg to point at his muzzle and quite accidentally smacking him right in the snoot.


RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Silkie - July 11, 2018

silkie hears bat's cackle over the sloshing of the water. there's a smugness to the set of the pale dragonling's shoulders that makes it's way to his lips where they curl into a lopsided grin at his darkest sister as he blinks away the droplets of water that clung to his lashes. he gives a slight shiver, as he itches to dispel the heavy weight of the water as causes his fur to cling ( probably unattractively ) to his body. he has yet to make the transition from pudgy cupcake to lean beefcake ...not that it perturbs silkie. there's a casual and childish disregard to his general appearance, if the constant state of mussed and windswept fur he typically sports is of any indication.

he watches the water tug and pull around their legs, looking up at bat suddenly when she announces that the bloodstain was going away ...and doesn't see her paw rise up and fling towards him out of the water until it's too late and she smacks him. silkie recoils back, blinking furiously as his brain tries to process it. it smarts where her paw connected with his nose. "ow." the reaction is a beat too late and even as silkie makes himself go crosseyed in an attempt to look down his muzzle at his nose the smarting has begun to fade. honestly, silkie — beyond being startled at first — isn't even perturbed by it. "jeez bat," silkie ribs her lightly. "tryna smack my nose off my face." he teases with a deep belly laugh because being snooted by his sister was funny and silkie is far too laid-back to take any sort of offense to it even if it hadn't been ( and he was fairly sure that it was entirely ) an accident.



RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Bat - July 24, 2018

Bat's heart stopped as her paw impacted with her brother's jaw, prompting him to blurt, "Ow." It wasn't in her nature to make a fuss or worry about much of anything, yet she felt a horrible guilt wash through her as she blinked at Silkie's face. She froze, paralyzed with fear over what she'd done, although his amused reaction quickly relieved her of her momentary burden. She began moving again, her limbs feeling curiously jellylike with relief.

"Didn't mean to," she protested weakly, offering him a tentative smile. Was she really off the hook so easily? If so, she could only be glad. "Sorry, Silkie," she said brightly and with sincerity before wondering, "Does it hurt? D'you need mama?" Before he could even respond, Bat glanced over at Wildfire, whose back was presently turned away as she nibbled at an itch on her belly.


RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Silkie - July 25, 2018

silkie's gaze takes in bat's facial expression as his sister, full of lively energy seconds before her paw made contact with his muzzle, froze. his ears taper back to rest at half mast atop his skull as his eyes keep their focus upon her with wild concern. it hadn't been that big of a deal in silkie's books. it'd been an accident — done in play. accidents happened all the time and it took a lot for silkie to be offended by his siblings. "i know," silkie assures her, releasing the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as she appears to unfreeze. "nope!" he crows in response to her pain question. it was true despite that he threw their mother a quick, concerned look. she seemed otherwise occupied and really, there wasn't any need to draw wildfire into it. "c'mon," He prances in place in the puddle. "let's keep playin'!" now that the small setback was taken care of and in the past.



RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Bat - August 01, 2018

Wildfire continued preening, so Bat turned back to Silkie, who brushed off the incident as no big deal. "'Kay," the darker Goufa readily agreed, not only relieved to be let off the hook so easily but glad that she hadn't actually hurt her brother. There was a long, long list of things Bat didn't want to do but hurting her loved ones was definitely somewhere at the very bottom.

When Silkie began to prance about again, begging her to keep playing, Bat grinned and, with an airy laugh, sprang at her litter mate, trying to wrestle him down into the puddle, staying more mindful of her limbs and his face now.


RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Silkie - August 04, 2018

bat seemed willing to accept silkie's reaffirmations that he was fine ( really, he was ) and that there was no reason to feel bad ( it'd been an accident after all ). his begging was a success as his darker sibling gives off an casual laugh that echoes around them. silkie's muscles tense as he watches bat launch herself at him and though he tries to scramble out of the way she collides with him and wrestles him to the ground. right smack into the puddle. he's already damp from splashing in it moments ago but it rushes around him as he lets out a fit of laughter punctuated by play growls and yips as he snaps his teeth at her with the same level of playfulness as the noises he makes as he tries to gain the upper hand so that she is rolling around in the puddle instead.



RE: he has the holy fire of the gods within him - Bat - August 13, 2018

When Silkie attempted to return the favor, Bat didn't put up much of a fight. She deserved a little smush, after all, and anyway, she had no interest in defending herself. She wanted to get as wet as possible. It didn't hurt that flopping in the water also happened to be the path of least resistance.

She let him dunk and splash her for a few minutes before rolling onto her back—her favorite position of all time—and letting out a happy sigh. She could lay here, wallowing in this puddle, forevermore. It was Bat's happy place. She didn't even mind the gentle sloshing of Silkie's movements.

But eventually their mother's face appeared upside down overhead. The Goufa grinned up at her. "Hi, mama."

"Hello, Bat. Let's get you out of the wet before you turn into a prune. Come on. You too, Silkie," their dam instructed, stepping back to make room for the pups to clamber out of the water and shake themselves dry.

Bat did as she was told, reluctantly and slowly, and stood there as Wildfire insisted upon drying her fur with her tongue. As it stroked over her body, she oozed to the ground in a boneless puddle. She kept her eyes open long enough to grin at Silkie in a companionable sort of way—funny how he'd gotten his bath, after all—before the Goufa succumbed to her usual state: asleep.