08-14-2022, 09:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2022, 02:49 PM by Rebel. Edited 1 time in total.)
More than three weeks had passed since Dalmatia and her sisters had been born to Duskguard, and much had changed in such little time. The four had grown considerably, gaining strength with each day; they could see and hear, though the world was still a blurred and confusing place. Not surprisingly, the spotted child was still quite fearful of everything around her. She didn't like sudden movement or the way shadows shifted, and some strange sounds beyond the safety of her family's den made her feel a little edgy.
She knew and trusted her parents and siblings, for they carried the scent of comfort. Familiarity. Having recently found her feet, Dalmatia would make great effort to toddle off and place herself out of sight whenever a strange face visited the den, usually behind her towering father.
Things were, thakfully, rather quiet in the Priestess' chamber as evening crept closer. The spotted youngster entertained herself by gnawing on a large (compared to her, at least) bone that had likely been left for such a purpose.
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She knew and trusted her parents and siblings, for they carried the scent of comfort. Familiarity. Having recently found her feet, Dalmatia would make great effort to toddle off and place herself out of sight whenever a strange face visited the den, usually behind her towering father.
Things were, thakfully, rather quiet in the Priestess' chamber as evening crept closer. The spotted youngster entertained herself by gnawing on a large (compared to her, at least) bone that had likely been left for such a purpose.
the staff team luvs u