Dragoncrest Cliffs fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know
All Welcome  May 22, 2018, 12:55 PM
Bat
Drageda
Goufa
Bat plopped out of the log and army crawled about six feet through the green grass (it tickled so much!) before her mother's voice rose behind her. "Where," Wildfire said, her volume increasing as she came up behind the pup now sprawled on the ground, "do you think you're going, young lady?" She fell silent then, though Bat's huge ears quivered as she ever so slowly turned and raised her eyes to peer upward at her dam.

When she found two chestnut eyes staring sternly down at her, Bat offered her most sheepishly wolfish grin, her little tail thumping. "Fi' homie!" she tried to explain. (Wildfire fought back the smile at her child's gangster mispronunciation of nomi.) "So'y," Bat offered up when her mother continued to peer down at her, rolling slowly to present her pale tum.

Hoping for @Thuringwethil, @Silkie or @Tux but anybody's welcome! :)

Members of Drageda are welcome (and encouraged!) to power-play Bat being a happy sloth in the fore- or background of threads. Just tag me for reference! :)
"Common language." "Trigedasleng."
May 25, 2018, 12:41 AM
Silkie
Drageda
PPC
Silkie often kept to himself, tumbling around and learning about the world around him. But, every now and again, he couldn’t help but take an interest in his family members—and by every now and again, that really means it was a constant thing, he just didn’t always make it noticeable. Anyways, with his sister and mother talking and moving—he liked the whole moving around thing, it was tons of fun—he found himself staring. From his corner, where he laid sprawled out flat on his stomach, he watched them and waited to see what would happen next.
May 25, 2018, 02:31 PM
Bat
Drageda
Goufa
She squealed when her mother bent downward, not to punish her but to tickle her (same difference?). Bat instinctively swatted at the cold nose that descended on her pale underside and attempted an alligator roll to escape. She managed—probably because a smiling Wildfire let her—but even as the Goufa attempted to dart, something clasped the tip of her little slate tail. She flopped backward theatrically and then shot an accusatory glance over one tiny shoulder blade.

The Feisripa grinned back at her, then said, "You can play out here, just don't run off or I'll never let you out again." Too young to recognize the hyperbole, Bat's ginormous ears momentarily flattened, though she perked up again quite quickly when she realized this meant she could explore the small, grassy space just beside the downed tree her family called home.

But this would be so much more fun with some company. "Kee! Kee! Tus!" Bat chirped, summoning each of her litter mates (unaware that her nicknames for Kiwi and Silkie were entirely identical). Only @Kiwi reacted, bouncing out of the fallen log and tumbling into the grass beside her sister. Bat immediately pounced, tackling the cocoa girl and pinning her before glancing up and peering at the den's mouth. Where were their brothers?

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"Common language." "Trigedasleng."
May 28, 2018, 11:49 AM
Thuringwethil
Drageda
Heda
Thuringwethil had found a large piece of driftwood a few days prior, pulling it up from the sandy beaches and into the cavern and out the other side so it could dry in the sun. With several good days of warmer weather and the sun beating down from clear skies, she’s rewarded with the dampness fading easily. When it’s ready and most of the moisture gone, she picks it up and carries it the rest of the way to the whelping den.

When she gets close enough, hearing the sounds of a small-scale tussle, she doesn’t feel the need for urgency. Kiwi and Bat are scuffling playfully while Wildfire watches nearby. A smile forms around her grip and when close enough, drops the piece of wood nearby and first greets the fiery woman before her attention redirects on their daughters.

Trigedasleng · Common
we have always known how to be monsters
we have play-acted at killing since
we tore into the world
June 06, 2018, 01:41 PM
Bat
Drageda
Goufa
I wanted to continue this so it doesn't go stale. Sorry for skipping @Silkie!

Neither of the two boys showed any particular inclination to join their rambunctious sisters. There was no time to contemplate this, however, as Kiwi's teeth suddenly pinched her ear and Bat made a low warbling sound that quickly rose in pitch, ending up somewhere on the same decibel level as a low-flying airplane.

Fortunately, their nomi's arrival prompted Kiwi to unlatch and bounce in the commander's direction. Ignoring the temptation to tag along—despite the interesting object Thuringwethil carried—Bat instead plopped to her haunches and rubbed at her over-sized ear with a hind leg. It still stung.

But as the pain ebbed, the Goufa found her energy and rolled back onto all fours. She gamboled over to nomi, sniffing curiously at the strange piece of driftwood. "Homie!" she chirped in greeting, tail waving. "Sat?"

Members of Drageda are welcome (and encouraged!) to power-play Bat being a happy sloth in the fore- or background of threads. Just tag me for reference! :)
"Common language." "Trigedasleng."
June 10, 2018, 07:59 PM
Thuringwethil
Drageda
Heda
The girls separate and bounce forward. A wide smile forms on her face as her tail wags, lowering to the ground once she’s doted on their crowns with a gentle lick. Kiwi begins to inspect the gift and Bat doesn’t beat around the bush. ”Something for you to play with. Chew on. Drag around,” she offers, using a paw to nudge it. Her teeth latch on to a piece that projects her way and gnaws on it a little bit, hoping to get them started with their new jungle gym.

Trigedasleng · Common
we have always known how to be monsters
we have play-acted at killing since
we tore into the world
June 11, 2018, 10:45 AM
Bat
Drageda
Goufa
Thuringwethil offered up several uses for the peculiar object: they could play with it, chew on it and drag it around. Bat contemplated all of these things even as her blue eyes shifted to watch Kiwi sniffing at it. Both pups jumped slightly when their nomi latched onto a prong, causing the entire piece of driftwood to shift. Bat's over-sized ears twitched at the sound of the commander's teeth scoring the petrified wood, then again when her sister mimicked the adult and began nibbling at it too.

Bat didn't feel particularly like chewing at the moment, though she didn't want to miss out on this cool new plaything. Moving toward a branch suspended an inch or two off the ground, Bat nosed at its smoothness. Then, carefully, she climbed over it, albeit only halfway: front paws on one side, hind feet on the other. The Goufa stood there a moment, ponderously almost, before relaxing her weight so that she was effectively draped over the driftwood like a towel hung out to dry.

Members of Drageda are welcome (and encouraged!) to power-play Bat being a happy sloth in the fore- or background of threads. Just tag me for reference! :)
"Common language." "Trigedasleng."