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    #TykiPon




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


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    Tyki had positioned himself on a cliff, golden hues staring down into the depths below. It was not as if he were thinking about jumping- his mind was very much on other things. Melantha was that of the main "thing" his mind was bickering over. She and Russ had finally gotten back together, something he expected. Melantha's heart will and always had belonged to RussianSoldier- he knew that from the beginning. Yet it still hadn't stopped him- still hadn't stopped him from falling in love.




    He didn't blame the beautiful female for it, it's not her fault. He should have simply known better, he didn't feel like she'd led him on or that she'd put him down. Here recently, however, he'd barely been able to talk to her. He couldn't look her in the eye and always avoided her. It wasn't out of dislike- but just the simple fact he didn't know what to say. With a sigh, he took a drag on his cigarette. He had to admit, he sure did miss her company.







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

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]That was a problem Melantha appeared to have : unintentionally dragging in admirers. You see, Mel wasn't a flirt at all. Perhaps on occasion she flirted, but it was never intentional. Her social disabilities often led her to mistaking some thing for another. There was Mihael, first. And then Tyki. Recently, it even appeared that some of Russiansoldier's own children had a crush on her. Honestly, the ginger she-wolf felt overwhelmed by all of it. She didn't know how to handle such knowledge, especially sine she considered all her friends. Because of this, she often drifted from those who loved her just as much as her mate. She hated it, but she couldn't help it.


    It was a hot day today ; the sun beamed down on all relentlessly, it's warmth turning from pleasant to burning. Plants soaked up the light while animals hid in the shadows. It was much too hot to be doing anything too excessive. So Melantha was taking a walk, but if anyone asked, it was a patrol. Her paws made circular impressions in the sand as she moved. Mel was really going nowhere in particular, though she almost always ended up at the cliffs.this forgotten landmark of the desert always soothed her mind and helped her think. There was rarely anybody around this place, so that was why she was surprised to see the shape of an animal perched near the edge. Curious, Mel approached, but stopped short.


    "Tyki?" she asked incredulously, voice soft as ever. Seeing him made her heart wrench. She felt so guilty about him, though she wasn't completely sure why. Mayhap she regretted never talking to him -- she failed at being his friend. The fiery she-wolf moved closer, pausing just beside him to look over the male with perceptive, cobalt orbs.

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    #TykiPon




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


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    It seemed he got his wish soon enough. The familiar soft voice of Melantha flooded into his ears as he caught the sound of light footsteps disturbing the grains of sand. Tyki did not snap his head back at his friend as he replied. "Afternoon Melantha." He'd seemed to have thought the other would simply continue on her way with those words exchanged, but he stood corrected. Then she moved beside him, it was the first time in ages they'd been close to eachother like this. "How's life treating you amour?" He questioned half-heartedly beating around the bush. His gaze was still held by the bottom of that canyon.







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

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    #TykiPon




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


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

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]She offered a small smile, sitting herself down next to the male. The she-wolf followed his gaze, gazing at the river below before refocusing on Tyki. "The politics are killing me, but otherwise, I'm doing good. How are you?"


    [ wow my muse just died ]

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    #TykiPon




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


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    "Yami's kid is one hell of a handful." Tyki returned, a smile then formed upon his features. For the first time in awhile his gaze fell upon Melantha. "And then I have a little "fangirl" now named HollyKit." He let out a huff of amusement, "I swear, I'm going to have raised three kids and I haven't even had one of my own." First Canda, now Val, and then HollyKit. "I guess I'm just cut out to be a kit magnet." He wordplayed. But then his smile faded into a broken one, "How's Russ?"




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

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]A soft laugh rumbled in her throat, an amused smile curving upon her lips. She knew about kits, that was for sure. "I seem to have the same problem too, except a few of them have crushes on me. So that's pretty weird." Mel honestly didn't understand why they liked her. She never really took time to make note of her sexiness. At the mention of Russiansoldier, Melantha looked down at her paws. "Better, now. I think..." she trailed off, embarrassed about what she was going to say next. But Tyki was her friend, she could tell him anything. "I think we're going to have kids. He asked me the other day."


    ( the friendzone ; - ; )

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    #TykiPon




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


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    ( BE STRONG TYKI. BE STRONG.
    a moment of silence for our fallen brother in the friendzone )




    Ouch. Tyki blinked golden hues, his heart faltered before giviNG a smile and cheefulness. "Well that's great!" He returned. "As your kiddily fiddler and head knight, I'd be the godfather of course." He gave a cheesy wink in remsence of the old game they had once put up. "Have any idea when you'd like tocus' Judal will be applying in that litter?"




    poor Tyki gets stuck raising everyone else's kids and is now a forever aloner XD
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    [justify][sup]holly : you will no longer be alone, come, let this kit give you sum loven
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Melantha could see the news hurt him, and she shut her eyes briefly. Mel didn't love him the way he wanted her to, but it was the least she could do to keep him in the loop. As much as she hated the friend zone, she believed it was the best place for him to be. But before Mel could let her mood go sour, the ginger she-wolf chuckled softly. Tyki was great at lightening the mood even when he wasn't much for it. "I would love that." she replied, smiling warmly at her friend. "Soon. Most likely when I finish the academy or perhaps in a month or two." The female replied with a shrug.

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    #TykiPon




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


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    "I still can't wrap my mind around it- everyone of our generation has had kids or are having them. Hell, Canada's had some." Tyki began, closing his eyes with a sigh. "It makes me feel so olldd." He stated, enhancing "old" and creaking his head to the side. "Have any ideas for any names and what not yet?"




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

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Melantha shrugged. "No, not really. My brain might explode if I think too much about it." she replied. She sighed softly and looked up at the sky. "I feel old. I was born here four years ago. Just about ape overtone here are greenhorns compared to me."