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^^Since arriving back home, Archon’s little world had expanded by four little faces — four little girls that were his mother’s real children that she had made with love, with Tiberius. The same type of love that Archon had for Hawking, his mother had for TIberius, and therefore, she had babies. 

That clearly meant that Archon or Hawking would also have babies, right? Because love was so powerful that it created babies. Yep, that’s how it worked in Archon’s mind, and until someone sat him down to tell him otherwise, he was convinced that one of them (archon or hawking) would end up pregnant. 

This, too, is what he thought about as he entered the den with a mouthful of flowers to admire the children with the curious tilt of his head and a gentle hum.

“Is anyone awake?” Archon asked softly, not really wanting to bother them if they were asleep.

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An older brother that did not look like them. As she saw him enter the den, Euphemia was always looking at him with sparkled eyes ; colors unlike the north and monochromes she was so used to. Browns of pelts like caribou and some feathers, with a mixture of other colors. His eyes were different, they weren't like the baby blues of her sisters, and a ring shone out.. A color of red. She had seen flowers, but on an eye? Everytime he came she would bound up.

"Hii," Euphemia greeted with a short tail wag as she approached the entrance of her den. Though soft in whisper.. Her sissies were sleeping.

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There was that worry, deep within the walls of his heart, that his siblings would come to turn him away once they learned the truth. Of course they would grow curious why big brother didn’t look like them. His thoughts of darkness melted as one of the twins ran up to him, and Archon grinned over at her with the wag of his tail.

“Hiii sissy,” Archon called to her, softly, quickly dropping to the ground to be at eye level with her and offering her a pretty pink flower. “This is for you.” He whispered softly, smiling over at her.

“How are you doing today, sissy?”

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"Ish pretty!" she knew her manners, "thanksh you," Although she may, words were not perfected and slurred with mispronunciations as she stepped to the pink flower. Nothing more pleased Euphemia then to see something colorful, she loved feathers that were brown, she loved the look of red pelts — she loved to see the gaze of her parents eyes that were fashioned into a similarly green or yellow and wondered, why her littermates were within blue? Not aware that one day they would soon change.

Archon was the most colorful out of everyone. She was more then happy over this flower and wagged her tail to express so, but was delicate. Flowers were delicate. To sniff lightly and bring no harm, she would tuck it very safely somewhere within the den, where specifically the rough-housing of Tiberii and the skittering of Dalmatia may not harm it.

She momentarily forgotten her raised voice though in excitment, and went to whispering once more, "am fine! Am hungry."

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^^Thanksh you.

Dear lord, these little girls were going to be the death of him. Who gave them the right to be so fucking cute? He pondered over the idea of taking up this manner with his mother, and would make a mental note to seek her out later.

“You are quite welcome, dearheart.” Archon cooed softly, giving her a smile of admiration that quickly turned to confusion as she spoke about hunger. Did he need to go find Momma? Were they on solids yet? Or did he need to do that thing where he somehow spit up food for them to eat?

Did he even know how to do that?? No, but Hawking had bone paws, and going smashy smashy was the same, right? He tilted his head.

“What type of foods do you like?”

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When she thought of it, Euphemia hummed in thought lightly. Settling on her bottom and having to really think, as the puppy was not at all picky. She liked them all! But perhaps there was one that was her favorite, "I like bird!" she liked the taste of it, and the collection of. Watching her parents pick apart the bird and it's feathers about ; she was mighty interested in collecting them. But couldn't waste food either!

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^^Bird.

Of all of the things he could have easily gotten her, she wanted one of the most hardest things in the world to catch. He took a deep inhale, and nodded his head.

Well, gosh darn it, if his little baby sister wanted a bird, she would have a birb!

“You want a birdie? I getcha a birdie.”

Archon stood with a smile and wag of his tail. “I will be right back with birdie.”

And off he went.

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can either fade to black here or continue thread in assumption that he's returned with a bird.

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fade to black since it's an oldie?

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She liked her older brother ; he was different somehow, but may it was simply by his pelt color that Euphemia was always fascinated with. He was colorful, even his eyes were colorful. But he always came back with either a present or a song for them all, and she was all the more happy to recieve and listen. So, she would wait for his return! And happy have a birdy.

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