tiamat

with the anger of a scorned lover, the sea throws itself against the jagged rocks of leviathan's sepulchre, at eternal war with solid ground.

(and it shall win someday, if the dream doesn't end before that)

one wave has come from lands far away, charging like a mounted spearman to deal its own suicidal blow to the stone shoreline. a few feet from its destination, it picks something new up.

the soldier's strike is a slap against the pebbles that would someday count toward the ocean's victory. more relevantly to the present, when the water retreats, it shows the soaked form of a coughing, wheezing whelp on the shore.

the newborn is terrified. salt stings at its sky-grey eyes, and something not-milk is in its mouth and lungs, obstructing breathing. it coughs, and in-between each expulsion of air and water, it whines, calling for aid.

hundreds of miles away, its mother stirs, unknowing.

​hello all! :D i'm a newcomer to this site, and i've decided to run a little experiment. i've made accounts for six three-weeks-old dog puppies, and with each of them i will post in a different pack territory. my goal is none, really. what happens to the pup is completely up to whoever finds it, and this does very much encompass both killing and adopting it. i'm doing this for the sake of seeing what happens, and getting acquainted with the site, its writers and characters in a way that'd be entertaining to me. i hope we all get to hame fun aaaand maybe commit some infanticide! ;D

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Her ears flickered, the sound of crying within the distant that was not the same one of any she knew. There was a torrent of lost souls continuing venturing to the sepulcher, where at some she wonders whether fate is leading those who been abandoned to herself, or parents were cruel enough to leave them to the sea itself. Yet the calling was younger ; a barking akin to a dog itself as she lifted her head to better hear the sound.

Throwing the calling of the gulls and the waves itself, she prowled forth — only to spot someone so small, upon the beach itself. Flinging to action did the Alpha go, as she was quick to grab the one away from the salt brine and wave itself ; in fear they'd be dragged into it's depths. Far too small to be away from a mother, too light to the liking and too.. Unfamiliar ; for their features were nowhere near that of a wolf itself and the calls were right — a dog, abandoned within the sea itself.

Furious licking, she knew not the motherly or healing ways except to wash away any of the salt and grim upon the other, in the slight fear they swallowed it so. Does she do chest compressions to a child? No one at the isle had the training to deal with the young despite so many continually to come it started to think that this isle may be cursed, just a bit. Or someone thought that Dragonford was a daycare.

"You okay?" were they old enough to speak?

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there is nothing in its world but for the way its little chests spasm to expunge the foreign liquid. the burning of its eyes, nostrils and throat. being lifted and moved only adds a new unpleasant sensation.

pressure is added to its body, rear to front, and it stimulates its lungs the way it couldn't have done on its own. seawater comes out in spurts.

its still weak and wheezing, but a new realisation comes with the freedom from choking; that was the wetness of a tongue that cleaned its face from the stinging.

мама.

the child is still blinded by salt, and its senses easily tricked. it thinks the tongue that of its mother. it attempts to scoot backwards towards the larger body, in lieu of an answer.

the little brain processed the question as; "јеси океј?".
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They were small. Smaller then any the pups she came across ; akin to something like a newborn, someone that shouldn't have been separated from her mother. Yet when Vendrussel raised her head and looked around — there was only the silence of the waves and gulls, the smells of the Dragonford land and the salt of the air itself. She couldn't wrap her head that the world itself simply.. Kidnapped a child directly from their mother and wisped them to here, somehow it felt more soothing that they were abandoned or lost. In that way she could confront them, and find their parents rather then face the world that she couldn't, where she could not berate so and only growl internally, to what happened.

She crawled to dragoness, no words said but a needing and desire for warmth most likely. She didn't know what to do. Her mind swam with the members, many being too young to know of parenthood, a man of warriorhoods, a dragon itself, and a woman of the order.. There was one though, she possibly though that could help within this moment. One who she didn't know well but held a bravery, and yet a calmness to her — just maybe, she thought, they had.. Some idea, what to do in particular. At the very least, someone that knew of pups or ; to give her so.

She called @Serenity with an urgency, as the child squirmed to her fur and she let willingly, a paw in front to guard against the upcoming wind. It seems like there would be a temporary claim for — as much as she smelled to the air there was none. As much as she was at the previous border, she knew for certainty no one swam to, unless they took a long way. She couldn't imagine, someone doing that to deliver a pup like so. 

She wasn't a monster to ditch children — slowly, Dragonford was becoming a daycare.

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The woman had been hunting, nothing big or serious but simply a bird that she had found. In all honesty, she hadn't thought she would catch it, but nonetheless, she caught the feathery creature in her paws, quickly killing it so that it wouldn't suffer from any injuries that her pounce may have caused on it. However, she was part way through eating when she had heard the call for her. Normally, she wouldn't have rushed towards them, but this sounded urgent. She finished the rest of the bird in one bite, not savoring like she would have liked to. 

Within moments, she found where she was called, at first only seeing Vendrussel. With a soft pant from how fas she ran here, she would speak up, eyes only seeing the pup part way through her sentence. "What's wrong... what? Is that a pup? It's... it's not wolf." She would sniff at the pup, through staying about a foot away from it. She didn't know where this little one came from or what exactly she was called for, but she figured if she got to close, being the newest member, Ven might get protective as it looked like she had already claimed it. 

"What did you need me for?" It wasn't rude in the way she said it, simply curious as to why she had been called out of everyone in the pack. She didn't mind though, but part of her had a lingering feeling that her leader might have the ulterior motive to make her a new mother.

 

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this was not мама.

a burning scent, the same that moments ago had tried to claim the pup's lungs, now invaded its senses, and each breath it took engulfed in the stranger's fur assured it that this wasn't the loving parent that had nursed it for eighteen days since birth.

tears welled up in its newborn-grey eyes.

in the simple mind of a child, the understanding that it was far, far away from home settled with the firmness of stone.

the babe wept, head buried in the fur of foreign texture and scent.

all it wanted was the shifting of its siblings and the warmth of its mother.

you may skip the child from here on out, until you need it to react to something, in which case tag me :D

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"I found her on the beach." A caution, but a sympathetic gaze as she looked down to the sobbing child. Though went into Vendrussel's bosom, it seemed she had realized in-fact that the dragoness was not her mother, much less anyone familiar. She was so young to not understand right away — that she doubted that held a language to communicate with them properly. In that sense was another day of a caretaker, but someone far too young to be left upon her own, someone who needed another.

She gazed at Serenity, "do you know anything about taking care of a child?" unofficially claiming the babe onto Dragonford land, she did not have the heart to simply cast them away. Dog or not, the isle was so mixed with other fauna that it didn't bring a care of what they looked like or an origin itself ; just a small haven for some, and a slow daycare for others. At the very least there was more adults, and the hope that perhaps the Earthheart Dragon knew just a bit of a role of a caretaker, for neither Vendrussel or the rest of the ford, had that experience as far as she was aware.

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The woman sat near the two, watching the child curl up into the northern dragon's chest, crying softly. With a sigh, she would look up at the woman, hearing her question. After a few moments, she would nod slightly before speaking. "A know a bit, since neither of us are nursing, the best way to feed her would be regurgitated food." She had never personally taken care of a child this small, but she remembered what to do from her life before coming here. There wasn't much she remembered from back then, but thankfully this was one of it. 

"She's probably hungry." The woman seemed to speak mostly to herself as she stood up, moving a step away from the two of them as she regurgitated up her most recent meal. Licking the rest of it off of her lips, she would sit down, pointing her nose at it. "See if she will eat that, it may help calm her down." The Eartheart female didn't seem to mind the loss of her recent kill, all of her attention on the small child. 

"Who's going to take care of her?" She wondered if the leader would take her in, Serenity had no problems teaching her how to care for a child. But she wondered if this small bean was going to be her responsibility or not. She was entirely okay with adopting the child, but she didn't want to adopt them just for them to be taken away later.

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"You seem to be knowing what you are doing." Relief, was washing over her face as the other already knew the steps toward it. Vendrussel didn't know anything about feeding a young ; and forgotten, that the one beneath her paws would be so young that she may need milk. But as Serenity mentioned, neither of them are mothers. The subject was one that the dragoness was completely voided on, and her knowledge of motherhood was vague at the most.

Before she nudged the small one who shivered into her bosom, Vendrussel looked at them.. Touched the faintest part of her heart, but, she was not the best person to take care of her. Already dwelved often away from the ford and usually on the brim, she was always on the move. There was often much to do, between on securing their land, meeting those on the grounds and the attempts of forming bonds outside the land — as well as trying to find recruits.

She turned toward the other, a soft smile that would prepare for rejection if needed, "Would you like to take care of her?" so was the hope, otherwise.. Not that Vendrussel would abandon, but finding someone else may be a bit trickier. She started to push the @Gaia out from her hiding place, to venture toward the food that the other graciously gave up in a regurgitated state..

Oh. They would have to give a name too, since she was too young to either remember, or know.

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inconsolable, it wept quietly within the bed of saline-tinted fur. when ushered to part from its only source comfort, it raised its head to look at the salt-stranger and let out a yap-howl, trying to convey it'd rather stay with them than be cast out into the cold and burning elsewhere.

the babe couldn't fight the large paw that scooted it away. it was very near to another outburst of tears, when it saw that there was another giant present.

for a moment, the pup was still from snout to tailtip. then, the fear melted away before the sunbright need for company. still weeping, it approached the new stranger and headbutted their leg, continuing to cry.

eventually the pup would cry itself out, and when it took a moment to look around, it would spot the by-then cooled pile of regurgitated food.

with the smell being somewhat comparable to what it had smelled before, familiarity'll guide it to try a taste. it would taste nothing like home, but still the child would continue to eat, cheeks soaked by salt not from the sea.
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The woman would watch the small child, her heart melting as she saw the fear the little one showed. Her leader's words almost fell on deaf ears for a moment before she finally looked up, her eyes wide for a moment before sighing softly. She wasn't annoyed, just unsure if she was really the right choice for this. 

Glancing back down at the child for a moment, she would sigh once again before moving to curl herself around the girl, beginning to lightly groom her as she ate. "I don't mind raising her, though being a sudden single mother will be difficult. Would you help me hunt and baby sit her every now and then?" There was no way she would be able to do her normal work and care for the young girl. 

After a few moments of thought, she would smile, her eyes gentle. "Kailani." She glanced up at Vendrussel, silently asking her if the name was alright. Even though she had taking in the child, Serenity didn't know how much power the woman was giving her for the baby in front of her.

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"Anyone in the ford will help," which doesn't excuse Vendrussel either. They already had a few young roaming around so, and all more or less, simultaneously were taking care of. Though she would say some more and others less, but didn't find it within a true issue. Majority of them were old enough to fend themselves, and even venture out when they so pleased — and she wouldn't keep them den-bound to the isle. If they so desired, they can roam safely upon the beach. .. Though not the child that started to eat and coo like the babe that they were. Far too young to simply be left.

"That's a nice name." At the very least, it was something.. As the one taking care of the child, the Alpha nodded at such a suggestion  ; within her right to name the one. A strange-looking babe though, so small and so rugged. Beard-like, gruffy, everything that said of a dog then a wolf. It still, in the end, brought the wonder of 'how' they arrived, but she supposed.. Mysterious ways, within the end.

She shouldn't dread on it much, as she looked at the young with a faint smile.

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The small creature had made the woman care about something other than herself, a feat she wasn't sure could happen. Sure, she did care about her pack and the woman standing in front of her right now, but not to the extent that she felt for this small bundle of join. The woman curled up around the pup, smiling down at it for a moment before looking back up at the woman. "Thank you. I wouldn't be able to take care of her without you and the pack's help." She trusted both the pack and the woman that led it, knowing that they had each other's back. 

Yawning slightly, the woman would lay her head down, a content sigh escaping her lips. She was hungry now that her last meal was no longer hers, but she made no move to go hunt right now, instead wanting to keep the small pup safe and warn. Maybe one she got more used to her new surroundings, the earthen dragon would feel better about leaving her to grab more food.

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She smiled, appreciating the other and her willingness to become that of a mother. The child suckled its food and took so, thankfully for the moment, not rejecting it. They were young but did not need milk which was great for them, as Vendrussel did not know any mothers, or expecting mothers for the meanwhile. She noted now that Serenity yawned, "I will bring you prey within the hour," at the very least, a somewhat award for taking this momentum of a new title.

"Keep rest within your den," a noting to the childs most likely need for cleaning and a warmth. The dragoness would thus turn away so, to find that eventual piece of prey to bring to the other. Though as the isle itself was scarce ; it would be fish.

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a filled belly can do wonders for the mood. once that basic need was met, the pup - named anew unbeknownst to itself - calms enough to consider the situation with detached neutrality instead of deep-seated terror.

the feeling of alienness persists, sure, but when another warm body of soft fur and gentle touches wraps around its tiny self, the babe is comforted enough to ignore the glaringly obvious. it curls into itself and only a single, soft whine voices its discomfort as it breathes in the scent of the stranger (so free of seasalt!) and acknowledges that at least this unimaginable force of nature wished it well.

it drifts off to exhausted sleep...

but you see, the thing about babes so young is that while the world might be soild, their brains are soft mush. they mold themselves after what is around them, wrinkles realigning to prepare the body for any reality. to a child a minute is an eternity of new experiences, and a dream enough to confuse the senses.

and so it'll be that once kailani wakes from her dead-still sleep, the bits of memory anchored to the noises and sensations of her мама will have shifted. stretched out and bent to accommodate the new. she'll wake with a sense of oddness, a hazy figure of fuzzy white briefly passing before and and away from her, so enticingly familiar, yet the brain will turn its attentions to the horrid sound of crashing wastness beyond the horizon, and then to something soft and heated at her back.

the daughter will nuzzle into @Serenity, in her mind all of the she-wolf's presence already forming into a single, kingly concept-
"home".
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