Resting with my babies (Artemis Only)

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Meg the Princess

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[♥] Yes was now pregnant after the that wrenching brute. My stomach was swollen and I now knew the birth was nearly nearer. I began to fell the first pain and I began to push hard and a black and tan female which was lke me was born. i licked her clean making her sure she was able to breathe happily. I smiled at my new little she was beauitful. Then second pain came again. I yelped in pain but a big chucky boy was born. I did the same to him like my daughter. He looked like his father, but it wasn't his fault I guess. I kept licking him dry knowing this was the importamt step. Now I began push for the last time, and a female was born again. She was like her father to, she was beauitful. I likced her lovely and rested while the puppies began to nurse. Orbs were closed and I was relaxing peacefully and I couldn't wait for the next day.

Posting Stats
Word Count: 170
Charcater: Meg
Muse: Excellent
Notes: Pup will come yet

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[Artemis]

Small, light, tiney yelps could be heard from the bi-coloured male born second in the bunch. He moved his head slightly as he was licked, rolling onto his side. His brain wasn't quite registering things yet. All was still dark, but there were other sensations. Sound. It was small, yet just audible. He had to move his head to the right, exposing his right ear to listen. Nothing was heard through his left ear. His tiny head was moved, leaning against his mother's paw.

The second, or I should say third, pup was also larger than the first. The dominant breeding in the last two seemed to be what the father had given, Doberman. The second female was also licked clean, her tan and black body moving around on the grass. She was restless, yipping softly in her high voice. She was smaller than her brother, who'd come to be known as Paraccelli, but larger than her sister, come to be known as Aiko. Herself, named KyroMeg, squirmed on the ground, eyes not opened yet, small tail moving over the grass.Both puppies, looking more like their father, huddled up against their mother, eyes not opening for a while.

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Meg the Princess

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[♥] Feeling the puppies suckling was great. After all it was nice to have them comfortable here than carrying them around. The sun rays were still bleching into my pelt and I watched the pups play for the first time. I have seen their eyes have opened and their personalities were beginning to come alight. I noticed the female pup I have named Aiko was gentle like myself, while the others were like their father, bruteful and aggressive. Maybe they would grow out of that behaviour and be loving puppies though I doubt it very much. Soon I grew hungry and I spotted a small bird, and I caught it without any trouble. The puppies were 3wks old now, and were ready for meat and I gave some to them. Bellies full I settled back down to sleep, while the puppies were eirther playing or snoozing in the sun like their mother.

Posting Stats
Word Count: 151
Charcater: Meg
Muse: OK
Notes: Sorry for the wait Art

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Aiko the Beloved

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[♥] For the first two weeks of my life I couldn't see or hear anything around me. When my blue eyes locked around the scentry for the first time, it was brillant and I couldn't wait for more instreation things to come into light. I saw my brother and sister which were black and tanish, which looked lighter black to me. I wagged my curly tail has my mother gave me a name Aiko It sounded nice oright even though I have no idea on what it mean or where it came from. When I was three weeks old my legs were alot stronger and I was able to stand on my paws. I even began to walk and play. But my other siblings were playing a little rough, so I decided to lye down by mother and snooze like she was doing. Now I wanted to know what sort of cool things would I encouter next.

Posting Stats
Word Count: 158
Charcater: Aiko
Muse: OK
Notes: None

Word Count alltogether : 309

[Artemis]

A head slightly smaller than the one next to her was raised off the ground. The sun was warm against her dark back, the tan across her stomach only just noticable. Lying there on her stomach, the little pup that had been named Kyro shifted slightly. The full name of KyroMeg was simple enough to explain. Kyro meaning blessing for, and the customary ending to each name was the mother or fathers name. Since the father was not exactly important in his equation, the former had been chosen. Meg, as the mother, becoming KyroMeg. With soft brown eyes that portrayed nothing but contentment, Kyro watched her brother and sister with calm eyed brillience. She seemed less inquisitive than the other two, perfectly content to spend the day lying in the sun. Her tiny tail was long, but bushy like her mothers, the underlie of her jaw also tan in colour, but it was lain quietly on the ground. Patience was something Kyro had in stitches, she didn't need anything and she didn't want anything. As has been said, Kyro was content.

Larger and thinner than his two sisters, the third of the puppies was the only male. Less fur adorned his coat, it was a thinner coat, shining brightly in the daylight. His deep mahogany eyes glinted with the same unusual joy that he had inherrited from his father. Not just the deep brown, but it was as if his eyes were actually a deep scarlet with a thin layer of brown which held back the deamon. He was leaner than his sisters, them both looking mildly more like their mother, the Akita evident. He had the Doberman looks, from the pointed nose to the thin tail. And he was developing the personality, the musculature and the build. He was more sure footed than Kyro and taller than Aiko. He lowered his head, his shoulderblades sticking out of his skinny frame. The glee in his eyes didn't change as he zeroed his eyes in on Aiko, eyes locked. He pulled back his lips in a wolfish grin, each canine and tooth showing as he leered at Aiko. A low rumble could be heard from his throat as a slight snarl. He bent his legs and clicked his jaw. His speech was civilised, but his actions were far from the acuracy of his father.

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Meg the Princess

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[♥] I enjoy the rest knowing on how good it really feels. I smiled prefectly until I spotted something in the distance. I noticed it was a small mouse. It may not be much, but atleast the milk proudction would still be flowing. Crouching low, I jumped onto it back, breaking them. Soon the mouse was gone in one bite. I was straving, but with three newborn puppies which needed attention from me fully, I was like stuck. I sat on my hancushes and began to howl to the moon. I know Shiba don't normally do this behaviour but I wanted to right now. Swishing my curly tail to the side, I looked at the my advetures little one. I barked at them to behaved. I know the brute one was gonna be problem right from the start, but I just kept myself to myself right now. He was young and maybe he would grow out of it. Somehow I doubt it very much, still I guess the younster would need some love. See him lunging straight at Aiko I picked him up by the struff of the neck and scolded at him. Growling deeply to show him he did wrong.

Posting Stats
Word Count: 201
Charcater: Meg
Muse: OK
Notes: None right now

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Aiko the Beloved

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[♥] I was enjoying the sunny rays on my coat. I was getting slightly hungry has the milk wasn't substaning me right now. I shook my dial and began to play with snall shell. I was happy, until I spotted my brother. I yelped and backed slowly away, has I did he lunge at me and I managed to get away from his jaws. This made my heart beat. M-Moma! I spoke my first words. I was happy again. Seeing m,y sister in a gentlier mood and raced towards her and placed my ebony and tan dial onto her shoulder. Has I still needed my sleep right now. Knowing that when I get older I wouldn't need to sleep much, and this made me more happier. Now I wondered what other canines would we encouter here.

Posting Stats
Word Count: 139
Charcater: Aiko
Muse: Poor
Notes: None

All together
340

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Kyro yawned, showing her tiny incisers. She opened one large brown eyes, the cuffufle made from her two brothers awakening her from her light dozing. Her eyes were half closed, watching Paracelli as he crouched and then switching his gaze over to Aiko. It was much more relaxing watching Aiko, as he didn't growl or pounce on things as much as Paracelli. She yawned again, curling her head around to her paws, tucking her head in. Curling up in a ball was one of her favourite positions as it was so restful and comfortable. Her little tail was the only thing that was still untucked, it lay across the grass without much intention of anything else. Her eyes closed again, trying to drift back into the world of dreams which she much prefered. However, it wasn't long until she was woken by the thudding pounds of Aiko as he approched. She uncurled, rolling onto her stomach. She thought about getting up to see what Aiko wanted and decided to do so. Slowly she pushed herself up, yawning all the way. She was around the same size as her brother, sturdy with a good head of fluff. Only one ear was giving infomation to her brain so her eyes told her a lot.
"Aiko?" She questioned in a smooth tenor, standing in front of her brother with a smile.

Paracelli had other ideas about what he was going to do with his day. He leapt, pushing off from the ground. His small tail gave him a little balance, but not enough as he was picked out of the air. He snarled against his mother's jaws, baring his white teeth. He shook himself free, landing on three legs, the fourth buckling. He quickly righted himself, ears flat against his head. His tail whipped from side to side in annoyance. His brown eyes were also taking on the colour of his father, he burgandy-mahogany colour like there was a lighteded flame behind each iris. He growled once more at his mother, hunching his already strong shoulders, hackles raising. With his head down he stalked passed Aiko and Kyro, aiming a snap at Aiko but withdrawng his head. He didn't want to get told off by his mother for something he hadn't done. His jaw was set in defiance, a snarling line in parallell to his hunched shoulders.