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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Jan 14, 2012 20:57:15 GMT
` N A T I R I
come take a walk on the wild side
choose your last words, this is the last time
Natiri sat on the bank of the Laredo River and gazed out at the frozen sheet of ice. The ground beneath her was freezing, and had she been lacking in her thick layered pelt, the six month old puppy would have suffered greatly. Despite her coat, she couldn't help but shudder against the biting cold and the slicing wind that ruffled her soft overcoat. Giving a shiver, the youngster wrapped her tail quickly around her paws in an attempt to shield them from the chill, not that it did much good. She surveyed the silent frozen scene before her, she was surprised at the distinct lack of sound. Nothing stirred, no bird sounded any alarm and for the first time in a long time Natiri felt at peace.
Finally she could be free of the hustle and bustle of Tempest, no matter what she did she just didn't seem to fit in. Everybody's minds were on planning new strategies to invade Iris or gossiping about Florence or even mocking the starving prisoners down in the Asylum cells. The thought of prisoners suddenly reminded Iri of three felines in particular, lion cubs. Natiri shuddered as the sound of their terrified snarls rang in her ears, she remembered the very night they were hauled through the great halls of the hospital. She had watched with her own eyes with anxiety and anger, and for a several tense moments she had searched the group for her friend. Much to her relief and surprise Denim was missing, which caused questions to bombard her mind from every direction. Why wasn't he there? Where could he possibly be now? Was he even alive? What were they going to do with his siblings?
It had of course crossed her mind that Denim was dead, but also that if he was alive and he knew that her pack were holding his family hostage.. what exactly would he have to say?
WORDS // 323 -- Y U SO BAD U NAWTY MUSE
NOTES // waaah, my muse died after i wrote a decent first post, which then got deleted, so i do apologize!
MUSE // dismally dead
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Post by ♥Picasso on Jan 17, 2012 21:42:43 GMT
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ooc; technically this should be in Missed Chances as it takes place in summer/autumn sometime, but I'll let it slide because idc XDD
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Denim had anger seething through him. It was nothing like he'd ever felt before as he stalked in one particular direction. It had been several weeks since he's witnessed all three siblings carried off by dogs from the wreckage of the hospital. At first he had been at loss, unsure as to how to react to such a terrible event. Perhaps it had been shock that had kept him cooped up in the hospital, barely eating, barely drinking, barely speaking. It wasn't as though anyone had been concerned either; his mother stricken with grief, and his father resigning himself to the fate of their cubs. No one had paid much attention to the remaining cub, and it took several days before Denim finally came to his senses. There was no use just sitting around being depressed when he had contacts. He was well aware that the cubs had been taken to the Tempest territory, and he knew someone in there. It was just a small, hopeful idea, but it had flicked a switch inside Denim. He was going to find Natiri.
Their new meeting place was in the banks of Laredo River. There was a small den that had once been owned by a family of badger that was now completely abandoned. The reeds were thick and the water washed away any trace of their scent. It was a perfect place for he and Natiri to meet. Of course, they had only met there once before, but they had agreed to meet there in the future, whenever both of them had the time to sneak off, away from their parents' watchful eyes.
As much as Natiri was his friend, Denim had white hot anger pulsing through him with each step he took. Natiri was Tempest and the Tempest were the ones hurting his brothers and sister. How could dogs be so disgusting? Denim was too caught up in grief and rage to logically think about how vile his own mother had been to canines. Instead, he was just thinking about how scared and hurt his siblings were at this very moment, and that's what drove him on a weakened body. As he hadn't been eating, Denim had lost a considerable amount of weight, and it was probably fairly stupid to be venturing out in this unnatural cold. Still, he needed to confront his puppy friend.
As Denim got closer, the scent of Iri hit his nose, and he flared his nostrils as he stalked closer to his friend. She was gazing out at the river, but before Denim could stop and appreciate the beauty and silence of their surroundings, he pounced at her with a loud snarl. Too caught up in the red hot rage that flashed before his eyes, he tried to pin the other dog. They had both grown since they'd last seen each other, and inevitably Denim would one day tower over her, but for now, Denim was still only a third larger than Natiri. Still, he snapped his teeth at her and lashed his tail furiously. "What have the Tempest scum done to them?!" He demanded, unsheathing his claws without even realising, "You lot have split my family apart!"
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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Jan 19, 2012 20:13:09 GMT
` N A T I R I
the clocks ticking i just count the
h o u r s
Iri had just begun to relax properly, when the puppy heard the sound of paw-steps behind her. A slight rustle in the reeds that surrounded her to her left, and suddenly a flash of dusty gold charged straight at her. The husky pup was bombarded by the scent of Denim all around her as the lion cub tackled her from the side! Natiri gasped and a spark of fear shot down her spine as she lay on her back, and stared right into the eyes of her attacker. She didn't snarl, growl or even curl her lip in anger or surprise despite the fact she felt the young felines's claws pressing threateningly against her sides. Iri had never seen her friend like this before, and shock pulsed her violently. Still, she would never retaliate; she would rather die right here and now. In fact, she was struck with relief that her secret bud was safe and alive. Her pack hadn't killed him, yet.
On the other hand, the canine was less than pleased at being pinned into the cold ground beneath her with sharp jaws snapping from above. It wasn't exactly what she had planned to do when she had set out earlier that morning, but here she was and just lying here like a limp lemon wasn't going to get her anyway. Meanwhile, it seemed Denim had found his voice and more than that, he was using it to vent his fury. On Iri. "What have the Tempest scum done to them?!" For the first time in her whole life Natiri felt.. defensive anger, and hostile towards the 'enemy'. How dare Denim such things against her family, this wasn't like him at all and piercing rage lashed the feeble pup. It consumed every cell in her body, every synapse in her brain, and in made her feel like she wanted to hurt something, anyone really. Her eyes hardened and for the first time, she curled her lip in defiance. Oh how my parents would be proud if they could see me now. ffs
"Listen to me, I am not responsible for Brooke's actions. That deranged mother of yours forced our leader to eat one of her own children, and obviously Brooke is going to want revenge! What the hell did you expect?! It is not my fault that Florence is an evil, obscene, heartless bitch." With that, Natiri took in a deep breath inwards and used her athletic, small frame to wriggle out of the cub's grip, and through his legs to end up scrambling out behind him. Shaking her long pelt, heaved a deep sigh before spinning round to face her friend. For a moment the dog studied the lion. She began to think, think about how she would feel if it was any of her siblings that had been captured and locked up in the Iris hospital, not that it existed anymore. It was then that Iri started to realise why Denim had felt that way, but still.. he didn't have to pin her to the ground.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she took a step back from the big cat, and sat down. Her paws were still shaking slightly from the rush of white hot fury she had felt. It had been a horrible, uncontrollable emotion and Iri was determined not to be overcome like that again. Even if she had to leave Tempest, no way was she going to let the Pack make her feel that way, she didn't even believe in it's morals so why the hell was she so defensive? She shook her head in disbelief, this shit was fucking her up man.
Staring hard at the cub, Iri cleared her throat, "I.. well.. I- oh god Denim, I don't know what to say? What am I supposed to do? I have no power in my Pack, I am nothing to them, how could I have stopped them from stealing your family even if I did know they were going to, which of course I didn't. If it helps, I know they are still all alive.."
WORDS // 677
NOTES // x-x-x
MUSE // better i guess :-]
ADDITIONAL // x-x-x
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Post by ♥Picasso on Feb 24, 2012 16:59:13 GMT
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Striking a chord, Natiri finally moved from Denim's loosened grip and he stood, shocked. They rarely spoke of their own parents, and they never insulted one another's. It was a shock to hear Natiri speak of Denim's mother in such a way. Obviously, her actions were a lot more well known around the Tempest Pack. Denim was well aware of what she had done to those poor puppies, and it sickened him to the core. He had sometimes wondered whether there was a special kind of hell for his mother. He even sometimes hoped that she would rot there for the rest of eternity. His mind cast back to his mother at that moment: at a loss to what to do and desperately grieving. A rush of protectiveness went through him, and he snapped back, "She has a heart!" Denim snarled, tawny fur prickling down his spine, "She loves her family. She loves me and my siblings."
Their anger was consuming them. Denim took a deep breath and walked away a few steps to look at the bank. They couldn't let his tear their friendship up. They were still so young, and they could still do so much. Closing his eyes, Denim started to control his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. It took a while before his heart had stopped racing, and he could face Iri again. Turning, Denim was surprised there was no anger on her features this time. Maybe she had used the time to calm down as well.
As Iri spoke about being powerless, Denim nodded in understanding. He was foolish to believe that Natiri could do anything. She was just a puppy! If their roles were reversed, Denim couldn't just march into his Pride and release her brothers and sisters. There are guards, his parents, other cats on the lookout. Everyone would have their eyes peeled. Shaking his head, Denim approached her and gently nuzzled her, "I know, I know. You're right. I'm sorry." He shook his head with a drained smile, "I just wanted someone to blame for all of this. It's a mess isn't it?" It was comforting to know they were still alive, but Denim had already guessed that Brooke had plans for them. He shuddered to think of what that evil bitch was going to do to them, but he vowed to get them out before they were seriously injured.
Closing his eyes, Denim raised his head to the sky. The sun beat down against his face, however the cool air prevented him from warming up. "Do you think you'd be able to get a message to them? Be able to visit them at all?" Denim asked curiously. It was a long shot, but he desperately wanted his siblings to have some hope in their parents. They were going to get them out, if it was the last thing they did.
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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Apr 6, 2012 19:41:57 GMT
` N A T I R I
Keep making my laugh, lets go get high
Tell me life is beautiful, they think that i have it all
i'm nothing without you
Natiri stared silently, her bright eyes shining cold and hard in the morning light. Calmer now, the youngster let the sunlight hit her back, seeking the minimal warmth it offered. It had been so long since she had basked in the rays of the golden star, so long in fact since she had even thought of committing such a relaxed act. For every day the cubs suffered down in the asylum prison, the more agitated she became. She didn't want to be a bystander in this awful act of vengeance and ancient thirst for the blood of the enemy. No, she couldn't do that, she would never be able to live with herself if the lions died at her paws. That was how she saw it, it had to be her responsibility if nobody else took it upon themselves.
Sometimes Iri wondered if there were canines in the pack that harbored mutinous thoughts of their own. Was she really the only dog who thought that the whole idea of senseless slaughter was maniacal and unnecessary? Then again, what would have been the point in joining Tempest instead of Lexis? The great injustice of the world was often incredibly frustrating for the pup, and she felt sometimes that the entire universe was against her and her aims. Natiri didn't even find comfort in the fact that a group of cats and dogs did exist, Lexis, they were pathetic. They did nothing but worsen the situation! Streiter was deemed in idiotic fool in the eyes of the husky mix pup, her left foot could have done a better job in leading Lexis than he could.
Denim's angry voice dragged the bitch back to the present, though this time she felt a distinct lack of emotion. Certainly the disgusting rage that had laced her brain had vanished and been replaced with a calm chasm of inanition. She felt exhausted for some reason, a dark lethargy set in and it clouded her mind. A part of her just wanted to give up on all her hopes, the curse of this war was weighing her down. Would it be easier to just give in to the pressure coming from all sides, her parents, her siblings, her pack, even Iris encouraged aggressive behaviour in her? What was the point anymore, nobody listened to either of them and it was unlikely they ever would be heard. Natiri didn't reply when the cub spoke of his mother, her icy light brown eyes in a blank daze. What people wrongly assumed about the puppy was that she was very kind and sweet because she was quiet, and rarely spoke more than three words to those she didn't know well, or disliked. They couldn't be more wrong.
Natiri was secretly one of the most selfish animals you might meet, ever since she was a week old pup she had liked to keep her discoveries to herself. Particularly the fact that she had a friend who wasn't like anything any one of her siblings, or pack for that matter, could ever imagine. She saw Denim as a form of escapism, for sometimes when they would engage in playful activities she would forget all about their worries and troubles, just for a short few moments. And then she would pull back, resentful of the childishness of their antics. Iri often wondered whether the lion cub minded that they didn't play much, that they didn't act their age mostly because Natiri looked down doing so. It was strange because the feline brought out feelings in the otherwise emotionally stunted dog. She didn't like the feeling of these uncontrollable emotions like happiness, anger or sadness that seemed to always present themselves inconveniently when she was in the presence of the Iris cat.
You see emotions make you weak and vulnerable to mental attack, Natiri believed that no matter how badly injured your body was as long as you remained mentally stable you could stand any blow. The little dog had managed to make her own little world, where she would daydream about a perfect world where nobody spoke to each other, instead they could merely look into the eyes of another and understand. So much time could be saved. Instead some felt the need to chatter away their whole life story to a creature that probably couldn't give two hoots, what a waste of the precious time they had here on this unforgiving planet. Her parents had never been that loving, not that they didn't care for their puppies, or love them for that matter but in a similar fashion to Florence they weren't exactly accustomed to showing undying infatuation to another being. All Iri had learnt from her mother and father was to hate cats, and to fight until your heart could no longer beat the blood through your veins. Neither of these lessons had she taken on board as valuable information, instead her brain scorned such ignorant ideas, passing them aside, deeming them useless.
So here she was, armed with less than ideal conversation skills and a lion that was growing larger and stronger than Natiri ever would in her entire life. And yet, Denim seemed far calmer than he done only minutes ago. In fact, he was now padding towards the black, tawny and white canine with a quiet look in his eyes. Iri stiffened considerably when he nuzzled, and it took every muscle, bone and synapse in her body to block the desperate instinct to take several steps back. It wasn't that she disliked Denim, or was angry with him or anything like that really. It was merely that Natiri hadn't had gentle physical contact since she was three weeks old, after that she had denied all comfort from her mother particularly. She resented being treated like an ignorant little baby, and so had lifted her tiny head in a proud, illustrious manner and discarded being nuzzled, licked, and any attempt of rough and tumble from her siblings would result in a bitter, contemptuous remark upon their mental ability. So Iri held her breath, her heartbeat began to quicken and her eyes stared blankly ahead, she refused to mirror his affectionate action despite being incredibly fond of what she supposed was her.. best friend?
As soon as the tawny feline stepped back, Natiri relaxed and allowed herself to focus back onto what he was about to say. Her tail wagged slightly and softened her pretty brown eyes, to show that she wasn't upset or annoyed with him, just a little uncomfortable with close contact. Iri sighed deeply, gazing silently at her friend. "It's quite alright. I understand, at least I think I do. It must be torture for you, to know that your family's life is at risk." She bowed her head in thought. Yes, it is one hell of a mess As Denim proposed his question, Natiri mulled it over for a moment or two, her ears flicking at the distant sound of a cuckoo. Indeed she has spent a great deal of time watching the entrance of the prison, spying on the great hulking guards with their dark threatening eyes that bore nothing but violence. She knew that at dawn, the prisoners were thrown their meager scraps that kept them from dying before Brooke could decide what she wanted to do with them. Perhaps then she could offer her services as the dog that checked they were all still alive, threw them their food, and perhaps even asked if she could practice her fighting techniques on them. She doubted Tempest would mind of the cubs were used as toys in a cruel unfair game, not that she would actually hurt them.
Her mind still working, Natiri replied slowly and softly. "I can't guarantee it but I think I may have a plan. It might not work but don't worry Denim, when I want something, I usually get it." She could help the minuscule, frosty smile of amusement flicker across her face.
WORDS // 1334
NOTES // yaay, this took like 189374438 years to get but.. yeaaah
MUSE // fine
ADDITIONAL // hehe
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Post by ♥Picasso on Apr 9, 2012 14:32:15 GMT
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As Denim sat there, watching Natiri with a close eye, he wondered what his siblings would think of him. They were being tortured day and night by canines. They had been harshly snatched away from their parents, their home, their Pride, and were forced to live in a prison with only themselves for company. They were most likely constantly frightened, hoping that the next being to walk into their prison was their mother or father to rescue them. Yet no one was coming. Not yet. If his siblings were rescued, Denim knew that the hatred they had sported before being kidnapped would now have doubled, trebled. They would probably be bitter, angry, have a burning desire to kill every dog out there. And that thought shook Denim to the very core. He had hoped he could sway his siblings' opinions, could make them see the kindness and compassion in dogs. Yet now... there was no hope for that. They would build up the Iris Pride, make it their own, and kill every dog that got in their way. His siblings were doomed for a life of hatred against canines.
And what of him? Denim couldn't hide his opinions forever. One day, Alexander will rise up on the Iris Pride, succeed his parents and take over. He will lead ever feline into battle, and he will expect every one of his siblings to be by his side, cutting the throats of all the savage canines. Denim couldn't kill; he was a coward. Alex, Nebula, Orbit. They would be disgusted with him. They wouldn't want to call him kin anymore. A son of the great Florence... who allies with the canines? It was a joke! No one would believe him at first, and then they would banish him. No, not even that. They would probably kill him. The three of them, his beloved siblings, they would rip him to shreds, hate blinding their love.
Shaking, Denim snapped himself out of his dark thoughts. He had no idea what his siblings were like. These fears were useless to chew over. No, Denim would look on the bright side. He would not think of the consequences of befriending Iri. If his siblings hated him one day, then Denim will run like a coward. He will run to the dogs, to Lexis, and he would never return to the Iris Pride. It may be where he has been brought up, grown up, but it is not his home. Everywhere he looks, he sees the bloodthirsty felines, the imprisoned dogs, the savage guards. They all shake him to the core, and Denim can't live in that kind of environment for much longer. It's too much for the cub to handle.
Once Denim had nuzzled Natiri and had stepped back, he watched as his friend relaxed. Denim had no idea that his friend detested such physical contact. In fact, Denim had never been one to receive much love and comfort from his family. His mother and father were often away, and since his siblings were gone it was usually Denim to play by himself. Unlike Iri, however, Denim yearned for affection. He loved the softness of others' fur, the warmth of their bodies, the sweet, close scent of each other. It was pathetic in a way. He was getting older and more mature - he shouldn't need to want nuzzles and licks! He should be getting by without them, he should be a lone lion.
Nodding as Natiri understood Denim's previous anger, he shared a small smile with her. They were still so young, yet already their lives were so messed up. When Denim saw puppies and kittens with their loving mother on the streets, he often felt an overwhelming jealousy. They were no one. They didn't have a pack or pride ordering them around, or anyone who were specifically out to kill them. They had their family and they loved each other, and Denim wished he was that anonymous. He wished he was just a cub in a distant corner of Hexasol, where nobody was looking. Instead he was the second in line to the Iris Pride (perhaps first if Alex... no, don't think about that), and he was the son of two very powerful lions indeed. There was no way of escaping your bloodline, no matter how hard you try.
Denim snapped his head up when Natiri admitted having a plan. His ears twitched with curiosity as he shuffled forward a few inches, leaning in to listen. "A plan? What do you have in mind?" He asked in a hushed whisper, eyes blown wide. His heart began to pound at the thought of being able to communicate with his siblings, reassure them that they will be out soon. His mind raced as he tried to think of what he could tell them, if Iri was able to speak to them. Then he realised something. Something that could break up his relationship with his siblings. "Oh no..." He shook his head, "If you give them a message from me, they'll realise I'm allying with the dogs. They'll find out I'm communicating with you, and they'll be furious. Shit!" Denim cursed as he started to pace in frustration. This wasn't fair! Either he sent his siblings a message, with the risk of them finding out he wasn't a straight-edge Iris or not send them a message at all, and have them waiting in fear every minute, just hoping they'll be rescued. To contact or not to contact? Denim growled in frustration at the dilemma that had just arose.
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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Jun 1, 2012 19:14:22 GMT
` N A T I R I
waking up in someone else's bed,
that's what i've been waiting for
Natiri's mind flew to a certain incident that had occurred only a few weeks ago. Her family had been relaxing in the late afternoon sun, her parents were chatting quietly to themselves and her siblings tussled playfully beside them. Iri however had been sat several metres away watching them in a morbid silence, she observed her siblings' aggressive and dominant game and her mothers' and fathers' tactical conversation on how what they were going to do with the 'disgusting little rats downstairs' and by that she could only assume the lion cubs. Despite her instinctive fondness for her family, a sudden, impulsive sense of nausea rose in her chest. Who were these dogs? Killers, narcissistic murders that were training their children to follow in the butchering footsteps? How could she trust someone who found glee in ripping open the throat of a fellow animal, it made her sick. She was growing further and further away from her family, every time she thought of what her mother had done or what her father was training her brothers and sisters up for she felt ill.
Iri felt a prickle of contentment as Denim smiled at her, a budding warmth that she rejected instantly. Yes, he was her friend but to feel such happiness was a crime that too many seemed to commit. A smile was as far as things went with Natiri, she did seem to struggle with expressing her emotions without the use of words. Non-verbal communication had always been difficult for her, she was a child who obsessed over words and grammar. Without them, she was quite simply lost. This also reminded her of a certain training session with her father that would remain ingrained into her memory for all of eternity. She didn't like to think of it, for the embarrassment and sheer horror consistently threatened to overwhelm her. The Beauceron male had been shocked by the pacifist nature of his young daughter, but had chosen to ignore alongside other reactions. Iri sighed inwardly.
"A plan? What do you have in mind?" At this, Natiri thought silently for a moment but just as she was about to speak Denim launched into speaking again with an edge of fear and frustration lacing his voice. She listened intently and nodded, but surely the lives of his siblings were more important than them finding out where his alliances lay? Natiri was struck by the cowardice in what he said, blinking slowly. Perhaps it was her parents' words drilling through her mind that made her feel like that, 'you must be brave, if the time comes then you should give your life for the pack'. Maybe. All the same, Iri proposed a possible solution for this. "I could pretend that one day you pinned me down when I was wandering near Iris territory and forced me to send the message to them? And that you threatened to send a lion or two after me to rip me up if i didn't do as you said." Iri shuddered at the thought.
She got up, starting to pad back and forth in front of the larger cub. Natiri was slightly surprised of Denim's strong words , in fact she'd never heard anybody swear before. Iri frowned at him lightly, she would never condone such abuse of her precious language. Funny little thing she was. So, would her plan work? Or would the guards be watching? Would she be exiled from the pack, what kind of life would she lead then? To Lexis perhaps, but then maybe it would be good to have a nice break from all that. From the war because in theory Lexis were just as involved in all the drama as everyone else. Take that fool Streiter for example, if he hadn't meddled with Florence then Iris would have had less psychotic lions to wield. Suppose, she just took off into the mountains one day and never came back.. how easy would life be then? She doubted she would miss all the insanity back in Hexasol City.
WORDS // 675
NOTES // meh, bit rubbish in comparison to my last post and sorry it took so long
MUSE // useless
ADDITIONAL // it's my pony's birthday today, yolo
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Post by ♥Picasso on Jun 11, 2012 11:04:43 GMT
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ooc; haha this thread has been going for six months. Maybe we should wrap this up and start a new one, when they're both adults? We can discuss plots later ^^
bic;
Denim hated his cowardice sometimes. It was an embarrassment that his own mother had hated him for. He had been the weakest of the litter, cowering at the slightest hint of danger. However, his cowardice had stopped him from getting captured by the Tempest Pack in the first place. Had he been adventurous like his siblings, then he would've been whisked away to be tortured by dogs. As much as Denim found his cowardice and terror of conflict extremely embarrassing as he was brought up by two of the most powerful warlords in Hexasol. He was born in a warzone for God's sake! He shouldn't have a fear of war or conflict. He should embrace it like his family. Yet when he thought of his mother and father, Denim's reaction was similar to Natiri's. From the deep pit of his stomach, he felt a sickness that had been building ever since he was born. These were his blood family, and they were corrupted, and they were tainting his siblings with their hate. A hate that had long since lost its roots. A hate that dogs were inherently evil and there were no more questions to be asked.
As Denim listened to Iri's plan, he nodded slowly. It sounded plausible, as he was bigger than Natiri, and could probably look threatening if he tried hard enough. As much as he hated the thought of Iri being pinned by him, he knew that no one could prove that it had happened. In fact, his siblings may even think he was brave for once, for doing such an incredible act! His heart swelled at the thought of having the approval and admiration of his siblings. However, he knew his brothers and sister had more important things to think about than the bravery of their brother. "A good idea," Denim finally announced, "If you are able to get near them, tell them that I love them. Tell them that they will be rescued, and not to give up hope." Although he could see his father was slowly giving up hope, he knew they would not let the Tempest Pack defeat them. They would rescue Alex, Orbit and Nebula, even if it killed them.
Taking a deep breath, Denim looked at the sky. It was getting late and he knew that someone was going to miss him if he stayed out any longer. Besides, it was a long walk back to the Iris Pride, and he was already tired and hungry. Shuddering out an exhale, he gazed over at his best friend, "I have to go now, before someone starts to miss me. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend." He leaned forward and nuzzled her for a short moment, before pulling back. Already he was becoming aware that Iri may not like being touched, however Denim just wanted to show her affection as she was doing so much for him. As he took a step back, Denim threw her a dopey grin. He was glad that he met Iri, as she had completely changed his perception on dogs. There was more to them than just their breed.
"I'll see you again soon, Iri." Denim promised as he started to walk away. He was going to miss her, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before they both couldn't stand spending time with their families, and ventured back to their den, "Good luck finding and talking to my siblings." Denim finally turned his head and began his long journey back to the Iris Pride.
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