when i was younger { open - meet ophelia!

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    OPHELIA
    heaven help a fool who falls in love
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 420px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#FFF0D4]The small black form of a one-month-old border collie was visible against the snow as she slunk through camp. Her gray-blue eyes took everything, as wide as they could be without showing the whites of her eyes. Everything was so big, she thought. Who was she? She was Ophelia. A little puppy whose priorities were mainly eating, sleeping, and just enjoying herself. Basically the priorities of every one-month-old dog. The differences between Ophelia and most other young dogs, though, was that most four-week-old puppies did not tromp through snow, nor be away from their mothers. Ophelia was indeed trudging through the snow, pausing every so often to shake snow off her fur. Usually she would easily walk on top of the snow, but this snow was unusually soft, and broke even under her weight. She also indeed did not have a mother. Well, she did have a mother, but her mother wasn't with her.


    She was part of a basket litter found by Barghest, so if he counted as a mother, then she did have one. But most probably wouldn't say that. Ophelia wouldn't say that, possibly because the word "Mother" was two syllables, a lot for her. Speaking of things that were a lot for her, this snow was really starting to irritate her. Especially since she had her eye on something; a little squirrel that was shuffling through the snow, just as she was. How was she supposed to catch something if the frigging snow wasn't allowing her to move faster than a turtle? With a frustrated little huff, she attempted to find a more solid area of snow. She put her front paws, hesitantly, on a miniature snowbank. No luck- it caved in beneath her tiny paws, and again an irritated sigh puffed out of her mouth.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]As Reyna looked around the camp with her steady amber gaze, she noticed a movement near the edge. It was a small dark-furred form, its colour making it stand out obviously against the pale white snow. Brows drawing together slightly, the wolf padded over to investigate.


    It was a little pup. Reyna couldn't remember seeing her before, but she carried the scent of Boneclan. It was probably one of her first times out of the nursery, judging by her size. As she watched the little thing struggling to walk through the snow, she felt a stab of pity. This cold was no place for someone so young. Motherly instincts awakened, she ducked her horned head down so she was at eye level with her. "Are you alright there?" she asked gently, head cocked to the side slightly.


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    OPHELIA
    heaven help a fool who falls in love
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 420px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#FFF0D4]She was so distracted with the snow and the squirrel that she didn't even notice Reyna until she ducked her head down and spoke. With a small woof of surprise, she sat back for a moment- her startled reaction to the sudden appearance of Reyna. She took a moment to just process Reyna's words, and with a hint of satisfaction in her mind, she realized she knew all of them. No asking "what does that mean?" this time! Ophelia stood back up, wagging her small tail. Reyna didn't seem like a threat, and her words were soft and nice. Even if she was a threat, Ophelia wouldn't have realized. She had not learned about the dangers of the world, yet. She hadn't even really learned about pain or death. It was a very simple, happy life she lived right now.


    "I'm fine!" Ophelia replied enthusiastically, not wanting to risk saying the word "alright". It was a short one, but she hadn't said it very many times, and she never knew when a word would be difficult for her to say. Thus, she took the easier route and just went with "fine". After a second, the young border collie spoke again. "Who're you? What are those?" She pointed with one snow-coated paw at Reyna's horns, her squirrel-hunting spree apparently forgotten. The squirrel itself had run off, anyway. Now Ophelia was focused on Reyna. She would always pick being around actual talking people over hunting a squirrel by herself. Ophelia greatly enjoyed just... being around people.


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    [Justify][Font=andale mono][size=10]Paroxysm was so proud she had caught a squirrel. It had been awhile since she had caught anything herself, so when she had seen the squirrel running at her she was quick to scoop it up and kill it. She was grinning with it hanging from her mouth as she padded around the corner and saw the puppy and Reyna. She made it just in time to hear the question being asked, "Those are horns. They're kinda weird to see on a wolf though, because usually they don't have them! See? I don't have them!" Paroxysm shook her own, hornless head, "I'm Paroxysm, but you can call me Paro! Who are you?"

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    The hyena padded over in a staggering manner, still not accustomed to movement in snow although he was slowly but surely getting there. The young male himself was also horned, his own peculiar mutations similar to Reyna's as he too had a pair of ram horns although his seemed to be a lot more darker than hers as he donned a pair of black ones instead of the usual colour. A small smile formed on his lips as he raised his snow dusted paw to subconsciously brush it against the horns that neatly curled around his ears and brushed against the side of his face. "Hey, um. I'm Belenus, call me Bel. It's nice to meet you um.." he paused, glancing over to Paro as she asked the question that had been playing on his mind too although she had beaten him to the inquiry and he decided it would be best to just trail off into silence instead of just repeating what had already been said.


    [spoiler=tags (29th September 2016)]
    [size=10px]I'M SLEEPING MY WAY OUT OF THIS ONE
    Belenus | Bele, Bell, 'Belle', Belley | Male
    Demi-homoromantic/Pansexual | Single
    Child of Boneclan | Feliks xx NPC | 5 months
    best friend [open] | significant other [closed (open to romantic interests)]
    Physical health: 100% | Mental health: 100%


    WITH ANYONE WHO'LL LIE DOWN
    • Hyena {main/birth} ref
    His coat is a sandy bronze colour with dark brown coloured spots lining his fur. His eyes are a somewhat dazzling amber shade and he has a pair of curled ram horns that tuck neatly against his temples.


    I'LL BE STUCK FIXATED ON ONE STAR
    Happy-Go-Lucky | curious | helpful | agreeable | | trustworthy | considerate | respectful | empathetic | amiable | calm | gentle | generous | self-deprecating | loud | quite trusting | sweet | optimistic | hard-working | bright | brilliant | sharp


    WHEN THE WORLD IS CRASHING DOWN
    • medium physically / mentally
    • attack in #FFD700
    • can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Barghest had been watching the puppy from afar, his scraggly undercarriage flush against the snow, front paws crossed one over the other in a lax way. Snow held all kinds of potential dangers and, while he had never been one to be outright fatherly in any way, shape, or form, he'd found himself rather protective of this bunch, primarily the girl romping around without a care in the world. He had begun to worry about hidden tree roots but, the more that people came to speak with her, the less the child seemed to want to move around. The dog relished in his creaking joints as he got to his feet, midnight form littered with traces of snow. The substance was rather different in texture today- perhaps it was the change in seasons? Regardless, Barg took to shaking his coat before making his way over to greet his "daughter". A smile coated his maw, just a light one, and the Bone Guard offered his own response in light of the inquiries of other Boneclanners.


    "This is Ophelia," the much larger dog sounded, the duo looking quite similar despite the lack of blood relation. "I found her and a few others out near the border and... well... I couldn't just leave them to fend for theirselves."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]There was another tug on her heartstrings as the pup's tail started to wag. How could something be that cute? "I'm Reyna Deerling," she answered. She probably should have left off the surname - what would something like that mean to a pup so young? But using it in introductions had become a habit, a mark of her pride in her family. "Yes, they're horns," she said, echoing the answer to the younger canine's second question. She lifted her head slightly as Barghest approached, bringing with him the answer to the question that had been on the tip of her tongue - where are you parents?


    "She seems like a sweet kid, you're lucky to have her," she said. The two of them definitely looked the part, with their identical black pelts, and she could imagine Barghest making a good father, beneath a tough exterior. Or maybe it was because of his toughness. Reyna had little experience with fathers, since she had never known her own. But that had only solidified her belief that, despite her pride in her blood, real family was who was there for you.


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