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8 yrs ago
Current Tene's being productive, happy and cute!
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8 yrs ago
Needa learn to take my mind off all the bad feelings, all the bad thoughts...Slowly slowly getting better.
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8 yrs ago
I don't feel so good Mr Stark - Mood
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8 yrs ago
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -the voices in my head
8 yrs ago
Yay, it's birthday!....Now whut?
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Path's dreams had started to slip. At first they were mere forgotten memories, albeit painful ones. Now though he was starting to fall in to something deeper. Memories had become distorted, twisted until they flew by him, dashing' in and out of the darkness. Golden eyes turned against him, secret talks from tall figures standing before him speaking in a language he should know but couldn't comprehend. War... Chosen... left behind... remember.. but he didn't want to. He just wanted.. his mother or Edge who wouldn't confuse his mind with such mysterious talks. They would just hold him and he would have nothing to worry about. No tricks, no pain, nothing but... the desire to... to...be safe. Keep them safe.. take back...Safe. SAFE.

He did not awake with a jolt nor did any cry pass his lips. He merely opened his eyes and sat up, staying there for a few moments. His eyes glowing dimly in the dark. Slowly, he stood up. Movements stiff ad mechanical, he padded down the halls. Hair still all messed up after getting up from bed. He passed by Edge's open door, continuing in his slow pace, not once ever glancing or looking anywhere other than straight ahead. He made his way over to the chute leading up to the surface. He glanced up, the top was so far up it was dark and he couldn't see. Walking over to the wall, he ran his hand over the cold metal surface before digging his claws into it, hauling himself up.

Sleipnir nudged against his Daddy's side, happy to just rest ad listen to his stories. He had slowly come to understand what they meant, having taken slightly more time than skylark. He still preferred to communicate in feelings rather than words. Even now as his brother spoke to him, he radiated back a single feeling, 'love'. Then after a moment it was followed by an enthusiastic cry of "Daddy". The image of the violet haired male sent in response. Yes, he wanted to meet Daddy finally. Now that he could move better, he was always working on his shell. Scraping at the surface with his single claw.
Alright, I'll have Path go on a little um..adventure muahahahah....er....I mean....:3
He didnt register that he was being carried, only the warmth that enveloped him as he was picked up. Not even the warm artificial heat of the metal heater was enough to sway him as he nestled against the warmth of Edge's hand. The safety of his protective shell suddenly felt like a cosy cage. Comfortable and safe, but stopping him from completely experiencing the warmth he had come to know as "Daddy''. Another wave of impatience washed over him before it was soothed by the sound of a muffled voice breaking in through his shell. It calmed him and he struggled to hold onto each and every word. He didn't understand what any of it actually meant, but it brought him warmth in a completely different way and he didn't want to let the feeling go. Even as he felt himself being lulled back into a dreamless sleep.

Before he drifted off, he felt another curious prod from his brother. He answered positively in response realizing that they both were falling back into a peaceful dark state that they had known long before they had even developed the ability to think. Unconsciously, he reached out to his brother, him being the closest thing he could reach to the warmth. Squirming when he suddenly felt Daddy's voice right through his protective shell. He didn't want to drift off just yet, but Daddy's voice was so soothing. He let himself be drawn into it, catching the final thoughts of his brother. The image of a violet eyed man, ''Daddy". If he could smile, he would. Expanding the image in his mind. He couldnt get over how pretty the never before seen colour was. He wished he had it too, he wanted it too. Daddy's pretty eyes. Somehow, the image of him made the face of a golden eyed other pop up in his mind. The other of Daddy. He labeled it' 'mommy' associating it with home and sent it back to Skylark before he let go to sleep.
So Taboo but so cute too! Maybe Sleipnir or Path will be jealous of one another.
Sleipnir nudged at the warmth moving along the outer shell of his home, enjoying it. He radiated the feeling suddenly impatient. He wanted to experience more of that warmth, More of this 'love' that he was receiving. Only the gentle curious thoughts of his... brother..interupted the feeling sending him another new strange feeling. He didn't understand this one. It didn't really have any sort of feeling attached to it though it carried the same intensity of 'love' and warmth', yet it was more of a question than anything else. "Daddy" He radiated, nudging the warmth over his home. This was 'daddy'. He repeated it to his brother replacing it with 'warmth'. the knew he was right. Daddy was warmth. He wanted more of 'Daddy' too.

It was hard to actually pinpoint to was born first.Well, layed first, but Sleipnir was alread y trying to pick up the role of older. Trying to teach new things, he sent 'Home' to Skylark a combination of 'love' and 'Daddy' . A new feeling for them to express everything they knew so far at once. After a moment's thought, he added 'safety'.

Path slept on soundly, unmoving. Not even flinching or turning over. The only movement was the steady rise and fall of his chest. Being in this form, he would need to sleep less.
Okie, I'll be Mischief then. Not making it easy for Path Or Edge ':3
He smiled affectionately at his mate, closing his eyes, he let himself fall into a comforting darkness. Unafraid, he knew everything was going to be just fine. It all would work out. His senses to the outside world were cutoff and he found himself dreaming of older times. His mother's calming voice soothing him with a lullaby. The warmth of her side that he rested against, head tucked under her protective wing. Content to stay like this until his father brought back food. Opening his eyes, he expected to see his mother smiling at him with her beautiful iridian eyes, how he wished he had eyes like hers. Instead, he opened his eyes to see a beautiful face twisted in fear and anxiety. Beautiful eyes clouded with poisonous dread, the knowledge of imminent doom. "Run. Relin, Run!" Her voice rang in his ears, his mother getting further and further away from him. He ran. Towards her not away. He ran, but could never catchup. Couldn't get there in time..

He remembered. Weakened, injured and left behind, the beautiful dragoness gave her life to protect her young. He remembered. He didn't want to. Turning away from it, he stared ahead at the lay thread of memories trudged up from the mwly corners of his mind. Things he had strived to forget now resurfacing. No way to escape them or all the feelings they invoked. He looked around, saw a memory flitting in and out of the gloom, calling. It had Edge's name written all over. He figured if it was Edge, it couldn't be bad... Reaching out, he dreamed.

He listened when he could, felt when warmth was near. Trying to picture everything he had yet to know. A stray word "Sleipnir'' and he held on. A single touch of Warmth and he nudged against it. Heart beating in tanderm with such feelings each new thing brought up. At then he felt it, a single emotion. Breaking past the thick layer of his shell. It was frightening to have his home breached like that, but he had yet to know danger and thus didn't know fear either. Curiously, he grasped it, turning it over in his mind. It brought On a feeling of lightness, a happy quickening of his newly formed heart. Poking, prodding before he sent it back. "Love" the repeated back. Adding a new feeling. ''Warmth'
Hey I'm looking for a new mxm partner, medieval to magick to supernstural if not all three at once. I have a few ideas, but I would love to discuss a dark dirty plot with you. Absolutely no limits ; 3 I love making slowly develooed intense characters, pm me.
Yes, but I still cant decide whether to be the mischevious one or the one that just wants all the attention
"No...I can't...it'd be too long.." He muttered, looking away. Then back at Edge, eyelids already heavy. He squeezed Edge's hand, "You'll be a good father. C'mere." He murmured, pulling Edge closer. If he was going to fall asleep, he wanted to do so against Edge, in his warmth with his voice. For that mere moment he strayed away from the eggs, wrapping his arms tightly around his mate, chin resting along his shoulder as he finally relaxed himself. Sleepily mumbling against Edge's ear. "You'll be a great father..."

He nudged at the feeling, a warmth outside his home. He couldn't yet understand it nor had he fully formed the functions needed to respond. Somewhere deep in his still developing mind, he registered tge dact that he missed it. He ought to pursue it, but such a goal would only come to mind after a few more weeks when he found the strength to leave his home. To find a warmth that kept flitting in outside his home. For now Sleipnir rested, waited and thought.
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