Ankyra Sound Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become

Rosalyn found @Raleska's gifts with a good deal of gratitude, though she wished the girl had stuck around.  She and Caiaphas were the only two she would have trusted, by her own judgement, to see the children right now, though Erzulie's number was likely different.

The nice part about the both of them was that when one wished to stretch her legs, the other could watch.  At first it had made her nervous to be left with them, but now she was almost businesslike as she adjusted their positions and tended their needs.  Did she love them? Hell yes.  Did she enjoy tending them? Ehhh.... jury was out.

Currently she was resting with a paw on the bone that was @Reyes' gift, rocking it as she ticked @Clementine with the feather.  She smiled as she watched the pup squirm, and her face screw up at the unfamiliar sensation.  Simple amusements were to be her life for a while.

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have a weird, phone written puptato post. Marisol is obviously skippable should another come in, not much a puptato can do. xD

 

 

even at this stage in life, the little sun spot was quiet. she was not one to whine or fuss when one of her mother's left her side because the other would replace her. her siblings were always near, always  pressed against her. noise was not something she even knew, her ears were still closed. deaf to the world around her, the only indication of sound she knew was when she felt vibrations.

sound was not her concern, instead she was exploring thing by mouth. so far the things she had found were pleasant, her mother's teat provided food, her siblings fur was soft and feathery, another's mouth was something fun. now she wiggled with her useless legs, touch her nose to a wiggling other. this one was known as Clementine though she did not know this, just as she did not know her name was Marisol. instead she wiggled, clambering on to her sibling as if she was not already in enough confusion from being tickled with a feather.

They were so small that there was a constant awareness about Rosalyn on where they were and how she placed herself.  Even while she played with them, she made sure that she didn't shift too often.  Five was a number to keep an eye on, and they could move surprisingly at times.

Like little Marisol, who right now seemed determined to scale her tormented sister.  Rosalyn smiled and dropped the feather, then picked the climbing girl up and placed her between her forepaws.

What's this, little one? Looking to scale the cliffs so soon? she crooned, tickling the babe's belly with her nose as she did so.

sick, phone written puptato post.

she was almost on her pale sister's back when she not only felt the other wiggle but her useless paws were no longer touching.. well, anything. the pressure.she felt against her nape was familiar but she still could not help but wiggle in her second mother's grasp. pale paws flailed and mimicked the motion of swimming before the dirt floor was safely under her toes once again. 

she was content to being between Rosalyn's paws but that was not all the auburn woman had in mind. vibrations that meant speech were felt as her belly was tickled, this is when she made noises to protest. her tiny paws kicking weakly at her mother's face as she continued her onslaught of pokes and prods, her mouth opening to give out a few squeaks. it was not entirely unpleasant, she was just unsure how to deal with it.

The squeaks were cute and not distressed, it seemed, so Rosalyn smiled through the soft pattering on her face.  She did draw back though and gently assisted the girl in tipping over, nosing her until she managed to find her belly if she chose to do so.

I don't doubt you'll be fierce once your teeth come in, hija, she added, amused.  The pawsmacks had hardly hurt, but the energy Marisol had displayed was endearing.

phone post

he had wiggled and kicked weakly with her useless legs, she was surprised that she had actually come in contact with her mother's face. There was a surge of emotion but of what? What could it be called? Satisfaction? Triumph? She did not know, she liked this feeling though. A vibration came, something that this mother had always done. She did not know it yet but this was laughter, the woman had spoke as well. This also could be registered as a softer vibration, and what did could not hear was praise.

As she was rolled, the squeaking had stopped and she had fallen silent once again. Her stomach was found and she could only kick very slightly to propel her painfully slow into Rosalyn's chest, she then opened her mouth as well as she could and clamped down on some chest fur. A pitiful vibration came from her own throat, so awful that if you were not paying attention it would not register. A little growl.[/align]

She squeaked a few more times before falling silent and coming closer, only to growl as she latched onto her fur.  At least, that was Rosalyn's best guess.  It did not sound like much of one yet.

She was beautiful.  Rosalyn marveled over her colors; if Reyes was her twin, then Marisol was perhaps closest to Erzulie's.  Just darker, cocoa instead of cinnamon, if she'd known what those were.  Gently she began to groom her ears, running her tongue along her darkened spine and forehead.  Similar to Caiaphas and Illidan too, but she was biased and thought - similar maybe, but superior also.