by chanhee. » Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:07 am
by Firedancer77 » Sun Apr 10, 2016 2:10 am
Story Time
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Firedancer77
What Wolf did you choose?;;
Kadir
Story;;
Kadir sat up in bed, and the moment his eyes open a grin lit his face. It was his birthday today. His birthday! The grin slid off when he reminded himself that it wasn't his actual birthday. It was just the day his adoptive father - Charrus - celebrated it on, as he didn't know when Kadir was actually born.
"Come on, Kadir." He told himself, shaking his head. "It's still a day where you get presents and get to have fun with your friends! And even better, it's a weekend. No school!"
Once again grinning, Kadir bounded down the stairs, tail wagging as he turned and skidded into the kitchen. There was Charrus, cooking something. From the smell of it, it was pancakes or waffles. Kadir grinned a bit wider. His favorite!
"Morning, Charrus!" Kadir said cheerfully, sitting down at his normal seat at the table. He could hear his adopted father's sigh as he prepared to once again tell his son to call him 'Father' and not 'Charrus,' and quickly tacked on a reminder to his greeting. "It's the day you found me."
Charrus sighed again, but didn't say anything. Kadir guessed that he'd probably have preferred if Kadir had said 'birthday,' but he didn't really care. It was his special day, and he wasn't gonna let his adoptive dad ruin it by being sour.
"Hungry?" Charrus set a large stack of pancakes on the table, and offered Kadir a smile.
"Yes!" Kadir grabbed about half the stack and got it on his plate, but at Charrus' glare he put some of them back a bit begrudgingly. "So, did you get me any presents?"
Charrus chuckled, shaking his head. "The pancakes aren't enough?"
Kadir faked looking aghast, although he knew Charrus was joking. "No!"
"Oh, well in that case, I guess we can open the presents when we're done eating." Charrus stated.
Kadir wolfed his pancakes down, but Charrus seemed to be eating painstakingly slowly. So, Kadir grabbed some more - this time there was no glaring from Charrus - and still finished with Charrus having a few more left. After eyeing the last few pancakes for a few minutes, Kadir couldn't take it and took them, eating them as well. This time, Charrus finished, and stood up.
"Yes!" Kadir cheered, and Charrus shook his head, laughing at his impatience.
"This way." Charrus lead the way into the living room, and Kadir saw several, wrapped gifts on the table.
Kadir didn't even wait for Charrus to give him an okay. He just began to open them. There were a few books that Kadir had mentioned, a CD for a band he'd talked to Charrus about, and some money.
"There's one last thing, Kadir." Charrus said, but his tone was wary, making Kadir a bit nervous. "One last gift."
"Where is it?" He tilted his head, confused.
"Well, you can't have it now. You'll have it when you're older." Charrus was still beating around the bush, but Kadir had understood.
"No. I don't want this stupid farm when I'm older!" Kadir stood up, yelling the words.
"Kadir..." Charrus said, trying to soothe his adopted son.
Kadir wasn't having that though. "I will never, ever want this stupid farm. I've told you that!"
"You will inherit this farm when you're older, Kadir!" Charrus was getting angry now.
"Then I'll sell it away! Or let it rot!" Kadir ran away upstairs.
Charrus had managed to ruin the day. Kadir had told himself earlier that he wouldn't let his adopted father do that. But he always managed to ruin good things, didn't he? There were times when Kadir thought that he might be able to get along with Charrus, and then he'd do something like what happened today and those times were dashed to pieces. He closed his eyes, burying his face in his bed so that his angry screams would be muffled.
Story Time
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Firedancer77
What Wolf did you choose?;;
Glace
Story;;
Glace stood in front of the mirror, tilting her head this way and that way as she tried to figre out if she was happy with her hair or not. She wanted it to be perfect for today, seeing as it was her birthday. She didn't intend to have a big birthday party. In fact, all she had planned was a visit from Helena. Maybe Helena would bring a gift, or maybe she wouldn't. Glace could always go on a shopping spree later. In fact, she really liked that idea. That would be what she would do.
"Miss Gl-Glace?" I can hear Rook's loud voice as he knock on the door.
"Come on in, Rook." I turn and give him a small smile as he opens the door.
I haven't had a lot of wolf work at my house, but out of the ones I've had, Rook has definitely been my favorite. He can be rather nervous at times, but he's very sweet. He can be a bit clumsy and loud, but he's been improving with the clumsiness. As for the loudness, well, I can deal with that. While he's not necessarily the best cook or gardener, I let that go, as right now he's doing everything by himself, as the wolf working with him just quit. I'll have to put out an advertisement soon to get more help, now that I think about it.
"B-Breakfast is ready." Rook informs me, and holds the door open for me as I exit the room. He then hurries to get down to the dining room before me, probably to finish preparing. I go a bit slower in order to help him for the same reason as before, although I wouldn't if we had multiple workers.
When I walk into the dining room, the smell of cinnamon greets my nose, and I'm surprised to see cinnamon rolls on the table. Rook looks quite pleased with himself, because they look quite appetizing. From the looks of it, they seem to be the best thing he's made so far.
"I know they aren't the healthiest," Rook apologizes, "but...Well, I thou-"
"They look amazing, Rook." I cut into his apology, and he pulls out a seat for me to sit in, which I do with my typical elegance.
He serves me a few, and I take a bite, nodding my head in approval. He looks quite relieved, and as I go to take a sip of my milk, he seems to suddenly remember something.
"Oh! I forg-forgot something, Miss Glace. I'll be r-right back." Rook hurries off, and I'm left a bit confused.
However, I shrug it off, and continue eating. I am really surprised by how well Rook did in making these. When I finish and begin to daintily wipe my lips, Rook steps back into the room. Once again, he catches me off guard with what he has planned, because he has a wrapped box.
He sets it on the table, and offers me a nervous grin, "I re-remembered it was your birt-birthday, and see-seeing as Miss Helen-Helena is the only one who's com-coming over, I thought...Thought I should get you a g-gift."
I carefully open the gift, and I'm surprised to see a beautiful, pearl necklace inside. It looks expensive, and I look at Rook, a question in my eyes. How did he get it?
"You l-like it, right?" Rook looks incredibly nervous, as if he chose wrong.
"It's beautiful, Rook." I say that before my question, in order to calm him down a bit. "But how did you get it?"
"I've been sa-saving up for awhile, Miss Gl-Glace. I knew your birth-birthday was coming and I wan-wanted to get you something, to thank you for let-letting me work for you." Rook now looks quite pleased.
"Thank you." I say, looking back at the necklace and sliding it on. "It's perfect."
Story Time
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What Wolf did you choose?;;
Cassiopeia
Story;;
As a pup, Cassiopeia had always loved art. That didn't mean she was very good at the types she tried though. She was awful at sculpting. Sketching was a definite mistake. She wasn't even allowed to try anything with metal when her mom heard her idea for what she would do. Cassiopeia was starting to think maybe she couldn't be an artist, and would just have to appreciate art without actually creating it.
A month before her birthday, Cassiopeia - a teenager at the time - had fallen into a funk. Her normal optimism was gone. It was as if the life had been sucked out of her. She didn't do much, her grades were falling in school, and she seemed to become more and more isolated. Her parents didn't know what to do to get her out of it. It was whenever they heard her taking down all the paintings she'd bought with her allowance in her room that they got the idea.
Cassiopeia's birthday came. When she went downstairs in the afternoon after staying in her room all day, her parents sat at the table, waiting for her. She sat down, not even seeming the remotest bit happy that she was a year older, and her parents pushed a cake in front of her.
"Do you want to blow out the candles?" Her mother asked, but all she got was a sad shake of the head as an answer.
"Do you want to eat any of it?" Her father asked, but yet again the only response was a shake of the head.
Her mother and father, after some whispering, decided that it was time for presents then. Her father stood up. "I'll be right back."
He came back carrying one, big box. Cassiopeia still didn't look excited or happy, but her father hadn't really expected her to at this point. Hopefully the gift itself - once opened - would cheer her up.
"Well, go on, honey!" Her mother urged, sound hopeful.
With a sigh, Cassiopeia began to carefully open the box. She did it slowly, not smiling as she did it, and when it was finally open she showed an emotion. Sadness.
"Why would you get me this?" Her voice broke as she turned her gaze from her mother to her father. "Why would you remind me of how terrible I am at art, and that my dreams are just that? Dreams?"
"Because you've never tried this before." Her father tried to soothe her. "Please, Cassiopeia, try it. It can't hurt."
Cassiopeia thought that it could hurt, but she didn't say that. Instead, she sighed, seeming very reluctant. She picked up the easel in the box first, and set it up by the window. She got the brushes out, then the palette, and then the paints. Then she got a canvas on the easel, and got some paint on the palette. At first, she didn't seem enthusiastic as she painted. But slowly, she began to fill with life again, and as she did her painting began to come to life as well. It was beautiful, a perfect image of the window - and all that you could see through it - when it was done. Cassiopeia had been brought back to life after her period of sadness, and her parents knew that she would improve in the areas she was doing badly in.
"Thank you." Cassiopeia whispered. "This is the best gift you could've possibly given me."
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