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 Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:10 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:36 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:37 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:39 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:40 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:40 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:14 pm
Thistle nosed blindly at the wall of the nook Priprikan had brought her to that had been her home for the last span of days. She didn't like it here....it wasn't warm and filled with scents of familiarity like her rightful cliffs had been. The rocks were cold, dank, and smelled all over of unfamiliar gryphs both near and long-past. She gave a small snuffling cry of discontent.
Priprikan, who had been dozing nearby, jolted awake at her noise and was immediately on his feet, trundling toward her. "C'mon, don't cry..." he murmured. "You don't have to be afraid, I'm here."
Thistle nuzzled immediately into the other chick's downy fur and warmth, she had grown accustomed to his smell over the past few days, but he was still decidedly not mommy. He was, however, the only friend she had here.
"Do we need to go see Keet again so you can eat...?" he questioned uncertainly. Being a baby himself, it was hard to know how to care for another. He'd tried feeding her berries yesterday and she'd nearly choked on them and of the two denmothers, Keet was the only one able to produce milk as she had nursed both Zim and Tak when they had been tiny...
Whisper didn't know what he was saying, but found the vibration of his voice through his chest and ribs to be comforting. Yawning, she curled herself tightly against Pri and was quickly asleep again.
Pri watched the little hatchling uncertainly for a long moment before lowering his head on top of hers and closing his eyes. He knew she wanted her mother, just like he wanted his mother...but both of them were far too small to go searching. And finding sympathy among the Irken Elite was not likely. None of the others knew what it was like to be stolen from their parents when they were far too young to consent to it.
They would simply have to be one another's rock and get through the hardest parts themselves.
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