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Sight - Taliba - August 05, 2024
Tags for reference, participation not necessary. Eye opening. Welcome to parents and littermates.
The ogre daughter grew and grew. Greedy at her mother's side, each day was a new battle with either @Ibrahim or @Aiman attempting to displace her. Taliba put up her own resistance each day. Defiant mewls and puppy growls erupted from her whenever jostled. Each day she knew her opponents better. Ibrahim's bulk to match her own and Aiman's scent was ingrained to her memory. The touch of her mother (@Zharille) and the vibrations of her father whenever the man (@Mesen-ka) came to speak near them.
It is under dim moonlight that Taliba first acquires a new sensation. Puppy eyes cracked opened for the first time, and blinked fiercely. Her sight was bleary but through the darkness she had since been familiar with, pale silver light swept across the den floor and dusted the fur of those besides her. Taliba's vocal opposition ceased. Only a low, awe filled whimper eked from her throat as she attempted to process just what sight was.
RE: Sight - Mesen-ka - August 07, 2024
Zharille is not far– and he is close by as autumn eyes look out into the distance! He is there! He is strong! Mesen-ka's chest is puffed and tail is stiff, ears flicking back towards a lone mewl from his daughter. The warrior's legs push closer together and there is a tightness in the throat. If he does not look, he will not break, if he does not look, he will not break! But each sound raises an outcry in his heart!
RE: Sight - Ibrahim - August 08, 2024
the larger ogre son was terrible at maintaining his territory, but what was the point if he could just shove himself between taliba and aiman with only one strong thrust of his stubby legs. he cared little for being gentle or careful, even on his mother's teat. so when it came time for his eyes to open, baby blues shot open suddenly — so sudden it even made the young ibrahim jump in his own skin.
now, he sees himself surrounded by mountains, and that he was in the middle of climbing the one closest to the ground. immediately changing his mind, the boy turns himself around and topples from zharille's back and yanks her for milk like always.
RE: Sight - Taliba - August 20, 2024
Baby blues had clued into the moonlit hairs and dust that Ibrahim disrupted during his climb. For a time it was all the ogre girl saw. A mere feather of light as it floated through the darkness of the den. Floating, drifting, sailing away towards the den mouth (fuzzy as it was to freshly opened eyes).
Ibrahim, however, did not float.
Tumbling his way down, Ibrahim may not have had a choice on where, or who, he landed. This simple reasoning was not present in the girl's mind. Especially not when her big lump of a brother snapped her out of her reverie.
This fits of whining and growling resumed louder than before. After all, Taliba could see her assailant now. Petty, indignant, angry. Taliba shuffled and squirmed and pressed into his side. Grasping for the teat he had claimed.
RE: Sight - Mesen-ka - August 21, 2024
There's tumbling and grumbles inside! With little gasps from those tiny mouths and the sound of scratching from those bittie claws. Mesen-ka firms in place and does not dare look! He is on guard at the mouth of the den and scenting imported spices from the red palace to keep him in this trance. But they sound adorable! The soldier mans head turns with hesitancy, and his heart thuds when vibrant blues stun his own eyeballs!
"My daughter!" He alerts to himself!? He sees next the piercing glow of Ibrahim's! He cant help but announce again– "SON!"