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Post by Mystic on Oct 9, 2009 23:15:29 GMT -5
"She's fine." Magic assured them. He hated lying to his family. But he thought it was best for Soot, and for Malikite, to stay hidden for a bit. "It's just...the other pups were born dead. And there's a male that's still just a little too weak to leave the dens. Soot, naturally, doesn't want to leave him. They'll both be fine, in time." Magic nuzzled his daughter again. He felt hurt by Sootflare's actions. Even if Soot was just confused and worried for Malikite, Magic couldn't help it. "I'm not sure what to name her." He licked his daughter's head.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 10:32:15 GMT -5
Romeo nodded in understanding, sighing. "It's a sad day when still-borns come." He shook his head crouched to meet his grandaughter(wow, he felt old...)'s eyes. "Well, um... what's her brother named?" He glanced back up to Magic, curious.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 12:21:29 GMT -5
"Uh...Soot hasn't decided yet." Magic replied, remembering her reluctance to tell even him the pup's name. "She wants the naming of the boy, while she gave the naming of the little girl to me." Magic replied, licking his daughter's head again. She squealed a bit and wriggled in the grass. This little one was a mix of her grandparents, but she seemed to favor her grandmother slightly more with her lighter colored coat.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 12:38:37 GMT -5
Romeo smiled softly, giving a slight nod. "Okay. Well, we're bound to come up with something sooner or later." He dipped his head to his son, the new father, and padded off.
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Almost six months later, Soot finally padded back towards the dens. Beside her, grinning with excitement, tail wagging, was Malikite. Her son laughed when he saw the others, and ran forward. "Hey guys!" He shouted, obviously not shy at all about meeting everyone else. Soot frowned softly, tucking her ears back. Her son, now older, was almost an exact replica of Hemitite. If only a bit younger and smaller, his fur just a shade lighter. It almost looked like she'd brought the Captain himself into the dens. A fact his son didn't know at all.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 12:45:37 GMT -5
Mild gasps of shock came from the other wolves. Magic ignored them and padded over, Malikite's sister in his teeth. She had met her brother and mother many times before, when she needed to be fed. After careful consideration, Magic had dubbed the pup Songheart, mostly because she was always squealing or yipping. Her little voice was sweet and clear, like music.
"Brother!" Songheart toddled to him, smiling.
Magic smiled at Malikite and licked the top of his head. "Hello, little one. You've been good for your mama, I expect?" His tail was wagging. Despite Mali's appearance, the little pup had a bright personality. Magic liked him for it. That, and he still intended to raise Malikite like the pup was his own son.
Mystic stood near her den, tail between her legs and ears back. Oh dear. Now she understood. The pup had been born perfectly healthy, she realized. Soot just wanted to hide him from the rest of the pack because of who he looked like. Little did they know, Magic probably was Malikite's father, based off of what her mother had told her.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 12:53:15 GMT -5
Soot glanced up at Mystic, ears back. Mali just laughed and propped his forepaws on his Daddy's chest. "You bet!" He laughed, tail wagging. He glanced over at Mystic, and her submissive pose and quirked a brow. Then he seemed to notice the way the other wolves stared at him. He growled softly, uncomfortable, as he drew closer to his mother. "...w...why is everyone looking at me like that?" He near demanded, glaring at the others. He wasn't really helping his position, being aggressive toward everyone like that.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 13:00:32 GMT -5
"They're just happy to meet you." Magic said, shooting everyone a warning glare. "That's all."
Avalanche looked away, uncomfortable. He murmured something to his mate, and she nodded. Their only pup was a little older than Malikite and Songheart, and she had been named Dartsnow. She resembled her father, with snowy white fur and her mother's mint green eyes.
"He looks like a Blackshadow!" she cried, disgusted. "The one from the stories!"
Mystic whimpered and rushed forwards. She tried her best to smile at Malikite. Make him feel welcome. She licked the top of his head lovingly, like any grandmother should. "Hello there. I'm your grandmother. Do you want to meet your great-grandparents? They've been wanting to see you for some time, little one."
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 13:04:51 GMT -5
Malikite wasn't listening to Mystic. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Dart. But he wasn't hurt at all. He was just frowning thoughtfully, watching the snowy female. He stepped forward after a moment, to come closer to her, ignoring the held in breath from the others. "What stories?" He asked softly, ears perked forward. But he didn't seem all that curious. He was wanted to hear and understand. Why did everyone hate him just for this? He had to know.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 13:09:26 GMT -5
"You look like Hemitite. He's from Blackshadow, and he's cruel and mean! He started the war between Greenwood and his pack." Dartsnow informed him matter-of-factly. "He tried to kidnap Magic when he was a pup, too!" The snow female stared Malikite straight in the eye. The female had fire in her.
"Snowy!" Mystic hissed in desperation. It was the first time in a while she'd reverted to his old nickname.
"Sorry, Myst. Dartsnow, be silent." Avalanche hushed his daughter with a tiny nip.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 13:14:17 GMT -5
"No." Mali glared up at Avalanche, gaze intense, before looking back to Dart. "Why would I look like him? My father is Magic." He spoke clear, confident, even if, barely detectable, a tiny accent started creeping into his voice. And as he spoke, it got more and more prominant. "I am not a Blackshadow. I was born here. That's all that matters." He turned his back at her and padded back over to Mystic, calm and confident. He was much smarter than his age generally implied, and he didn't seem bothered at all as he sat at Mystic's paws.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 13:19:56 GMT -5
Mystic couldn't help but smile at his words. She licked the top of his head again. "And don't let anyone tell you otherwise, little one." She looked at Song. "Song, why don't you take your brother up to see Starfrost and Sunstorm? I need to have a word with your mama and papa."
Song yipped happily. The clear, sweet soung rang through the dens. "Come on, brother! They're super nice!"
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 13:23:53 GMT -5
Mali grinned, the light back in his eyes. "Okay!" He chirped, bounding after his sister, tail wagging fast. Soot watched him go a moment before glancing over at Mystic. What could she possibly want to talk about. Then her ears drew back and a growl parted her lips. "I will not give him up." She persisted, again highly defensive over her one surviving son.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 13:33:24 GMT -5
"Relax. That's the last thing I want you to do, Soot. Just come with me." Mystic said. She hesitated. "Juliet, you'd better come too. This is something both you and Magic should hear." Surprised, Juliet rose to her feet. She'd been stunned into silence by her nephew's appearance. The she-wolf had been expecting a Magic look-a-like, not a Hemitite one. Mystic led them away from the dens, to the small clearing she'd run to when her mother gave her the news.
"What is this about, Mother?" Magic demanded. "You heard Soot...there's no abandoning the pup."
"I told you. I don't want Mali killed or turned away. He is a Greenwood, as he said." Mystic assured him.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 13:43:35 GMT -5
Soot hesitated coming into the clearing. She didn't like it. It felt like something she was intruding on. But she slowly stepped closer anyway, but stayed on the outskirts. Just watching and listening, not being involved at all. But she was eternally grateful Magic was also being defensive of Mali. He would need all the help he could get.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 13:56:00 GMT -5
"Magic...there's no way we can be sure if you're Mali's father or not." Mystic began slowly.
"Mother, Magic couldn't have fathered him!" Juliet protested. "Song, yes. But him? No." Juliet shook her head, sighing a bit. "Anyone can see that."
Mystic sighed again. She pawed at the ground a bit, a habit Forest had learned from her. The immortal she-wolf stared her pups in the eye. And for a brief moment, Sootflare would see who Mystic resembled. When the she-wolf looked angry or gravely serious, such as now, the resemblence was very clear. "It is possible. Malikite could just take after his great-grandfather."
Magic smiled gently. "Mother, you're mistaken..."
"I am not mistaken!" Mystic snapped. A teeny accent stabbed into her voice. She took a deep breath and shook her head. "Hemitite is my father. And your grandfather. You carry his blood, Magic. It's possible that Malikite is your son."
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