Open  Helpful Adventurous Toddler Explores 3.0
Viewing: 1 Guest(s)
Toki Him/her/them/zuul
Almost Sparkles
Posts: 2
Pronouns: Him/her/them/zuul


Sitting quietly in an expanse of vivid spring flowers was a sweet white child, his bum tucked under him as he sat, looking more like a rag doll than a pup. Lifting his pale nose to sniff at the breeze that drifted by, inhaling the sweet smell of spring. Born to the winter, Toki hadn't much cared for the cold bleakness that was his young world and as spring slowly rose upon the pup's home he marveled at the explosion of colors and scents. Closing his pale blue eyes, the boy lifted his face to the sky, letting out a sigh of joy as he felt the sun's warmth on his face. This day was amazing, so fresh and new, Toki smiled to himself. Birds called and swooped over the flowery area, catching bugs to bring back to their fledglings while a grasshopper landed on a bright orange flower right in front of the pup. Boof. Toki teased, sending the bug leaping away as fast as it could, Toki couldn't help but giggle, he was still a child after all.

It was so rare to be on his own like this, normally he was surrounded by siblings and packmates, chaos reined whenever they were around. Toki much preferred the quiet to the rambunctious activities of his siblings, it wasn't so much that he didn't enjoy their games but it was hard for him to keep up. Something inside the young boy was different, it caused him to be tired out more rapidly than the other pups his age, as a result, he was a bit... chubbier than the rest of them as well. Differences aside, Toki loved his family, he just desired time to himself every now and then. This morning was one of those times, he'd snuck away from the chaos and found himself this small patch of wildflowers to enjoy some peace. He knew it wouldn't be long before someone came to find him until then he sat, enjoying the sights, smells and most of all, the warmth of the sun on his snowy fur.

[Image: 7_vana_by_catastrophicnova-dbkab8r.png]
- Toki played by River -
[-] Likes: DustyForgotten, ✦ Witch ✦
Embsay He/Him
The Bees Knees
Posts: 22
Pronouns: He/Him
Location: Gemini

All Accounts Posts: 182
(This post was last modified: June 13, 2018, 08:11:46 PM by Embsay.)

Embsay could be a lound, rambunctious and all round annoying as any of siblings. He had quickly learnt, quite possibly in a very crampt uterus, it was safer to trample the others first or risk being trampled yourself. Left to his own devices however he was somewhat different, all around more gentle and thoughtful. He would glady smack a sibling in the face but would go out of his way to avoid stepping on a ladybird or to lift a snail to safety if it was caught out in the sun.

In his litter there was a wide spectrum of personalities - A one end Sterling, at the other Toki - thought the full extent of it was not yet evident and perhaps never would be. Embsay was most definitely the Toki end of that scale and if he had to pick a favourite -he would have claimed to dislike all of them of course- then Toki was probably it.

Embsay poddled up to his brother and sat next to him, his blacks a striking contrast to his brothers subtle greys. Any other sibling he would have spared the time to ruin their day, possibly by jumping on them, pinning them and playing the classic how-close-to-your-face-can-I-get-this-spit-string game. He didn't say anything for a long moment, just sat in companionable silence, sharing the rustle and scent of the flowers and the heat of the sun.

"Y'know we can pick and dry these, then we can keep them." He said nodding to the flowers, he wasn't at all sure about the process or which ones did what, but he had seen it could be done and he thought Toki was about the only sibling who might actually care and not laugh at him for sharing this information. "I saw someone doing it - It was snowing and winter and no flowers anywhere but there they were, flowers! All crinkly and dry 'n' stuff but they still smelled flowery."

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
[-] Likes: DustyForgotten
Forum Jump:

TopSites & Directories