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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 8:08 pm
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Altxorra was troubled. Her mind was a mess. It was hard fitting into the stormborn, at least in her opinion. But she didn’t dare state her opinion out loud. She wanted to fit in, she wanted to be a good child for her fathers. But… there were those that looked down at her for having three fathers. They demanded to know who was her real father, that it wasn’t possible to have three. She would never pick one over the other however and, needless to say, her short tempered had her pouncing at the other cub.
Her eyes brightened up as she spotted Bastion, her papa. Not minding her own ruffled up fur, she dashed over to him, immediately running underneath his legs, nuzzling up against his chest. ”Whatcha’ doin’ papa?” she asked with a toothy grin up at him. No, she would never pick one father over the other.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 11:09 pm
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Alt frowned at him, opening her mouth to protest that she was stretching hard enough. However, Bast’ion went on to tell her an important lesson. The words he was using… Alt was pretty sure she heard Zerrin getting after Bast’ion for it before. ”But I don’t want to be a pebble or a star,” she told him with a pout. ”I want to be a…” she paused, frowning as she stared at the sky.
An idea occurred to her. She grinned and jumped up. ”I want to be a bird, actually. I can fly in the sky like the stars, or I can be on the ground,” she informed him proudly, puffing up her chest arrogantly. And then she scowled at him. Or at least, an attempt of a scowl that she had seen adults do. ”Daddy wouldn’t like you talkin’ like that, papa,” she said warningly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 11:38 pm
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Altxorra squinted at him, unsure. She didn’t want to get Midas in trouble with Zerrin. And besides, she didn’t think Midas would make the funny faces that Bast’ion was making. Well, it wasn’t like she would do it anyways. She was sure that saying the bad words would get her in trouble as well.
And so, she nuzzled against his leg, leaning. ”I didn’t hear any bad words today,” she told him decidedly, with a large grin up at him. ”I don’t want daddy to be mad, anyways. You get in more trouble than us.” At least, it seemed that way.
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