I'm exhausted, sore, and seriously injured [ private ] but D*AMN I'M GOOD LOOKIN

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    NOTES
    - Unstable
    - No powers
    - Portuguese
    - Black Domestic
    - Plotting Thread[/fancypost]


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    It had been night. Tyki had zero clue why he preferred it over the day time. Perhaps it was the tranquility, or the fact you felt as if you were the seldom being awake in the world. Maybe, it was the stars. The ebony tom sat with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, starlight reflecting off golden optics as he looked to the sky- wondering what the stars were made of. Some said gods, others said dreams. As for him, he had no idea. He couldn't sleep, so that's what he was stuck doing.




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    The post was edited 1 time, last by ✞⑂кї ℳḯкḱ ().

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 430px;] [justify][size=8]Much like Tyki, the ebony canine couldn't exactly sleep. Her hardcore insomnia along with the uncomfortable feeling that accompanied her pregnancy made getting any type of rest almost impossible, and therefore she'd get up in the middle of the night in order to stargaze instead. As she continued on her little path across the sand covered dunes, Megaera would soon stumble across a certain pitch black domestic with a cigarette clamped tightly in his jaws. "Tyki." The pregnant trainee would acknowledge rather simply, her half-blinded gaze trailing over the male before focusing in on his cigarette. Surely being so close to the fumes the cancer stick exerted wasn't good for the life sprouting within her?[/justify]

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    #TykiPon




    NOTES
    - Unstable
    - No powers
    - Portuguese
    - Black Domestic
    - Plotting Thread[/fancypost]


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    The voice of a certain pretty little trainee caught Tyki off guard. Flicking his gaze backwards, he noticed the female was not only eyeing him, but his cigarette. Wait, wasn't she pregnant? Besides he usually made a statement not to smoke around woman, let alone those who were carrying young. Women and kits. "Huh? Oh! Sorry, amour." Tyki instantly dropped the cancer stick from his jaws to hit the golden grains that made up a portion of the vast dessert. He stepped on the bud so it not to light up the whole clan, though it did sting the back of his paw. A smooth smile passed over his lips, "What are you doing up so late?" He questioned casually.




    [align=right][size=15pt]― Tyki[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 430px;] [justify][size=8]The femme wouldn't let it show through her emotionless, discarding mask but she was actually quite relieved the tom had decided to burn out the cigarette. She had, after all, already gotten in a fight while pregnant, and she honestly didn't need the inhalation of smoke to be added onto the continues list of things she had done wrong during her pregnancy. "Thanks for putting it out." She'd mumble, her green gaze flickering from his form back over to the darkened sky. At his question Megaera would soon shrug her shoulders, a look of slight indifference crossing her half-torn features. "I can't sleep. I have a lot on my mind." Or more like she didn't sleep. Ever. She didn't let others know of coarse, but the trainee was actually a natural insomniac who just happened to be plagued with nightmares every time she managed to close her eyes. [/justify]

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    #TykiPon




    NOTES
    - Unstable
    - No powers
    - Portuguese
    - Black Domestic
    - Plotting Thread[/fancypost]


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    Tyki cracked a wry smile, "[i]Tude Bem[/i], no problem." He responded. Truly, he wondered if the female ever showed emotions. She certainly didn't around him. He tried to imagine the female becoming angry or wearing a thin smile. As she spoke next, his gaze softened. "Like what?" He questioned, "I'm a good listener and besides-" He stretched out, "I don't have anything else to do. If you want me to forget about it, I could just drink some wine and have insta-amnesia." Tyki joked, amusement glistening in golden orbs.




    [align=right][size=15pt]― Tyki[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 430px;][justify]Her nonexistent eyebrows would raise slowly as he began to inquire just what was going through that messed up little head of hers, a look of slight surprise peaking its way out of her stone-cold exterior. Weather or not she could actually confide in him, the canine didn't really know, but none the less she'd tell him for the pure amusement of it all. "Hm, if all it really takes is a little wine for you to forget, then I'm sure I can share my thoughts freely without having to worry about you blabbing." Megaera would state, a flicker of slight amusement playing within her emerald gaze. She'd then roll her shoulders carelessly, that same distant look befalling her half-torn features once again. "It's nothing mind blowing really, it's just the whole pregnancy situation and the whole pending motherhood that I just can't seem to shake out of my head." [/justify]

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    #TykiPon




    NOTES
    - Unstable
    - No powers
    - Portuguese
    - Black Domestic
    - Plotting Thread[/fancypost]


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    "Ah," Tyki gave a curt nod, a slight waver of sympathy in his golden orbs, "Yes that. Well I look like I know a lot about motherhood ahy, querido." He teased. It had been Russ who'd gotten Meg pregnant. But the other male had gotten better lately- well with his sex addict problem. His attitude was almost cynical. Tyki resented him more and more. "I wouldn't worry about though, I'm sure you'll make a fine mother I'm sure. You may be unsure about it at first, but you'll be fine." He mused, "I mean, just look at the moon. You know the story right?" Tyki questioned curiously, ready to tell.




    [align=right][size=15pt]― Tyki[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 410px;][justify]"You really think so?" Megaera would murmur, her darkened visionaries widening slightly as she allowed his reassuring words to sink in. She certainly hoped she'd make a good mother. Though the fact still remained that the young trainee really had no example to go off of, her own mother having left her long ago. She had practically raised herself up until the point where Daredevil finally decided to take responsibility for his own children. Since then she had only come close to one other motherly figure, that femme being her own aunt, Acantha.


    At his next statement the ebony canine would tilt her head to the side slightly, a child-like curiosity suddenly taking over her graceful features. The story of the moon? "No, I don't think I know it." She'd muse lightly. [/justify]

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    NOTES
    - Unstable
    - No powers
    - Portuguese
    - Black Domestic
    - Plotting Thread[/fancypost]


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    A thin smile came across Tyki's lips, "Then I shall tell it to you." He could tell by her child like gaze that Megaera was indeed interested in his words. It amused him in a way, she looked cute. "Once upon a time," -original I know- "he Sun and the Moon passed each other as they did every day when day turned to night. "Good night Sun." the Moon would say as she rose above the earth. "Guard our people well Moon." the Sun would say as he left the sky to sleep. Moon would admire Sun's rays and Sun would admire Moon's gentle light. It was in this way that the two fell in love.




    Moon thought about the situation all night as she watched her people from the night sky. When she met Sun as they were trading places again the next day, she called out to him. " Oh Sun, you shine so handsomely and I love you so very much." The Sun replied. " I love you Moon. I always have. When can we be together?" Moon thought about this for a long moment and then spoke softly. " People don't like the darkness of night. It scares children and makes people unable to see what is around them. We could stay together and never let the darkness of night fall on our people."







    The Sun agreed to this and said " Come shine with me Moon!" The Moon and the Sun shined all day long as they watched their people. When the time for darkness came, Sun did not set. Things did not work as they planned. Many children below cried because they didn't want to sleep while Sun was still shining and the adults couldn't sleep either because the light from Sun and Moon made the Earth too bright for them to sleep. " Moon," Said Sun, very late into what should have been night time. " The people are weary and can not sleep due to my light." " Yes, agreed Moon. Let us both set so that we may be together and the people may sleep." Sun and Moon again dipped way, way down far below Earth. This however left Earth very, very dark with only tiny stars to make light for the people during night time.







    This made things confusing for the people. They didn't know what time it was any more and many people slept well into what should have been day time. This went on for many months, confusing the people. They missed Sun and how he lit their days, helping plants grow and giving life to them and to the animals. They missed Moon and how she gave just enough of a soft glow to make them feel protected at night and how she kept watch over the night sky. Her appearance was what helped them ease into night fall. Pretty soon many people wrote letters and asked Wind to deliver them to Sun and Moon. Most of the letters stated that they missed the two lovers and they needed night and day to remain healthy and strong." After getting many of these letters, Sun and Moon knew the statements were true. Sun looked sadly at Moon. "I love being with you Moon, I love having your soft and lovely glow all to myself and I love you so much that it aches in side to tell you that we need to leave this place and go back to our people. I miss giving my people day light. They need me." The Moon sighed sadly. " Yes Sun, the people need day light and with day light they need night as well. I miss providing them light in the darkness and protecting them while they sleep. I love you, but, we must return to providing night and day for our people.







    Sadly, the two agreed that the only times they could be together was the few moments they saw each other between night and day and day and night. This time however, it was more painful. They both knew the joy of being together and it made only a few quick glimpses of each other even harder to stand. Sun would cry, which caused rain showers and floors. Moon did not feel whole without the sun, so, she only showed up as a sliver in the sky. After a few months of this Earth spoke to them and explained that things needed to change for the sake of the people they each loved so much. " I will rotate and the people will have no idea they are spinning and Moon you will stay to one side of me while Sun, you will stay to the other. When the people on one side of me are having day light hours, the others will have night. You two will never have to pass each other again. You will not be reminded of what you can never have. Sun and Moon agreed that this would be best so, they followed Earth's instructions and each remained on one side of Earth.




    One day, Moon realized, however, that she had been graced with children. She was scared, to be alone without the sun and if she would be able to be a good mother. Could she even love these children? One day, the moon gave birth and felt ashamed of herself for thinking such a thing, as each child she had shone brightly and beautifully in their own special way; they were the stars."







    [align=right][size=15pt]― Tyki[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 390px;] [justify][size=8]Her ears twitched slightly as she took in each and every detail of the story that had just been told to her, that same distant slowly etching itself onto her graceful features as she quickly became lost in thought. She'd obviously grasped the meaning behind why Tyki had even told her the story. It had been a unique form of reassurance, one that she had obviously needed. "That was a lovely story, Tyki, thank you for sharing it with me." Her emerald visionaries would soften slightly, relief quickly flooding over. "I think I feel a little more confident about the situation I'm in now, so again, thanks."


    Maybe, just maybe, she'd be a good mother. "Where'd you learn that story?" [/justify]

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    NOTES
    - Unstable
    - No powers
    - Portuguese
    - Black Domestic
    - Plotting Thread[/fancypost]


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    "Anytime." Tyki smiled wryly, his smooth tone was obviously strain as lack of sleep began to catch up with them. But by the glowing warmth in his amber orbs, it was easy to tell he'd been happy to help. "After all," He began playfully, "I hate to see a lovely lady upset." He gave a cheesy, artifical wink before blinking a the next question. "My brother." Tyki gave a shrug of nonchalance, "He used to tell me all sorts of stories. I just remember that one because it was my niece's favorite and she'd never shut up until she heard it." He mused, but sadness glinted. Road, she was dead now and his nephew still blamed it for it. Oh well, no sense in dragging it on.







    [align=right][size=15pt]― Tyki[/fancypost]