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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]The rasping sensation, stripping away the wet muck that encased him, made the newborn wobble and twitch. It stimulated his blood to circulate, prompted him to breathe with more vigor. With each stroke of Rhy's tongue and intake of air, he became a little more alive, beginning to stir under her care.
As he roused, impulse quickly overtook what little thought he had, his confusion buried beneath a driving need. There was now a vast emptiness around him, so unlike the comforting press of the womb. And it was cold. So with that, his first instinct was for warmth. Struggling to raise his tiny head - oh so very tiny, considering he was smaller than his already diminutive mother - he blindly nudged closer to the dragon, trying to maximize the contact. She was, as far as he was concerned, a force of nature. One that meant safety and sustenance. Love was a far too abstract emotion, but as the source of life - as he inherently knew - his need for her eclipsed much of the small world he'd become aware of.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Rhys. Rhy. It was strange that the feline shared such a similar name with Rowtag's own mother, even though as the deputy's son he was specially attuned to the difference. It was good that they looked nothing alike, he noted - imagine the confusion if they did. The small hybrid, very young and still largely unaware of his own strangeness and unlikeness to his mother (as well as everyone else) picked his way over, looking tentative.
"What's not right?" he ventured, in a hush. Even sans the name, Rhys still seemed strange, muttering to himself and fussing over a human object as he was, as if it had bitten him. Had it... bitten him? He strained forward on his toes, unwilling to get too close.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]I have Rowtag, my new hybrid - I'd like some easy threads for him, as I'm travelling and probably won't be able to write huge posts and post regularly at the same time.
He's fairly new, so these'll be mostly meeting threads. I'm up for pretty much anything you guys can suggest!
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]The tiny hybrid was seated, a little ways from the clamoring din of camp. He watched his surroundings, his gaze still quite a hazy, infant blue, having yet to settle on any particular color. He was comfortable there, with no desire yet to approach anyone. Not unless they did so first. Actually, both ideas were quite daunting prospects, the one month old finding himself taken over by inaction when considering the first. But the latter...perhaps that would be a little more okay. He could trust that someone would be actually interested in him if they took the initiative. Rowtag licked a taloned paw, carefully.
The young son of Rhy was a strange one, more so physically than anything else. His body was lengthy and thin, coated with long, dark fur. And very small; his mother was, so quite naturally he was as well. But it was not just his shape and size, it was the way he held himself, angled his head, folded his limbs when he sat, that did not belong to any distinct brand of animal. Strange. New. He was unaware of the fact, the thought having yet to occur to him. It was a blissful kind of ignorance. [/size][/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Rowtag didn't quite understand the concept of pets; it seemed uncomfortable to him to claim another sentient being was one's property. And an infant as a pet... that felt distinctly wrong. But perhaps this was a different kind of animal, like those they ate - lesser, somehow. Though, it was difficult to tell.
The dragon hybrid watched the baby with curiosity, which quickly transitioned to confusion at Paintedkit's remark. "It's not weird," he insisted quietly. He didn't quite understand her meaning - it was an infant, and seemed normal enough in that. A third head was was unusual, different, but that didn't make it freakish, did it? Although he was unsure what that actually constituted. "What if its mother is looking for it?"[/size][/fancypost]
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 468px; height; 10px][sub][align=center][size=7pt]Dragon wolf hybrid -- WindClan -- Son of Rhy and Iceshattered [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; a: hover; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 20px; width: 470px; height; 10px]R O W T A G[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#090909; width: 470px; height; 10px; borderwidth=0px;]never saw blue like that[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Rowtag glanced at Justicepaw, his half-sister. Their relation was a fact unknown to him, and likely to stay that way for a while, the two of them looking nothing alike. Given he shared little overt semblance with either of his parents, looking unlike was an easy enough feat for him. He was a confusing mixture, twisted into something different. Different, that was certainly a word for it. There was only one other like him, and he was just as unaware of them as he was of his other relatives.
"Hello." The hybrid bent his head, unable to mask his own nervousness quite so well. Pretense was something he needed practice with. Yet the casualness - or what he assumed at least was casualness - that Justicepaw approached with eased him somewhat. "It's a pleasant day," he remarked softly. Of course, that was only relative, but while the city was grey and derelict as ever, the sky was very blue.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Rowtag was wandering, with no particular destination in mind. Lights flickered, illuminating the space around him - likely some forgotten generator stirring underground - and he caught a brief reflection of himself in a high window. His silhouette, warped by the angle at which he was caught on the glass surface. He strained his neck up to look closer, but the lights dimmed again before he could truly see.
There was nothing to linger for; he continued down the hall, claws clicking against the floorboards. Pre-evening gloom was settling over the compound, but the hybrid felt little need to sleep. Left out of the other children's games, he was having a bad time, and the pent up energy made him feel stifled and restless. He was too quiet, too passive. Unable to reciprocate in the way they wanted. The odd one out - in more ways than he knew.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Jolted by the sound, Rowtag stood to full attention. He didn't really know his mother to laugh, at least not like that. The manic quality of it, to add to the absurdness, made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Was that truly Rhy? It almost didn't sound like her. Not like a person in their right mind. There was something terribly wrong with the sound, and the air that carried it almost felt chill.
The small hybrid crept forward, then paused. Crouching, he remained a little further back than Sweet. "Mother?" He was deeply uncertain of how to proceed, react. She was hardly untroubled, but this was his first time seeing the dragon actually come apart. And the truth was - even as her child - he didn't know his mother very well; didn't understand her very well. There was only so much one could comprehend about hardship without actually experiencing it. And he was so young.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]The hybrid was weary of the nursery. The very air felt stagnant, a pressing boredom chewing at his thoughts. Craving something meaningful to do, he'd slipped away. Camp however was too busy, and an intimidating place to be alone, with very few adults he was comfortable approaching. So many loud and careless. Then there was those that stared at him, in a way that made him feel strange and ill at ease.
Ever mindful of getting caught underfoot, the small child peered into a new room, seeking respite from the crowds. It had an interesting fragrance. Sweet-smelling, and quite unlike the dank acridness of the city. Stepping over the threshold, he looked properly. The medicine den. He'd never actually been inside, or at least not since he'd become old enough to be aware of himself. Intrigued, he leant further in, ears twitching gently.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]The hybrid had not been 'around' lately, as one could put it. You could fault to his nature, being quiet and withdrawn. WindClan was a big place, and he was only small person. Quite literally, being barely the size of a large kitten, and perhaps innately as well, his personality bottled inward. Then there was his roleplayer's inactivity... suffice to say, he was a little unknown. Though, it was not a prospect Rowtag could could claim to be uncomfortable with.
Presently, his long, thin body was arranged around an open book - large and dusty, with heavy pages and heavier words, that sat strangely on his tongue. He'd barely begun it, and was making very little headway. "There was-" A halt, prolonged pause, and then, "There was once... a... velve-vee-teen... raa-bit."
Velveteen. He was not quite sure what that was, but even horribly mispronounced, it sounded nice to him. As he went on the the words gradually became too difficult to make sense of, so he looked at the illustrations, weirdly colorful, wishing he could understand the story. Any story.
[retro to the move and whatnot]
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Leave? Just like that? Granted, the place was a mess of rubble and debris, but it was the place he'd grown up in. Beyond its borders he had very little idea of what to expect. Rowtag blinked quickly, thinking of the books he wanted to take with him. They'd be too heavy for the little hybrid to carry though, and besides, they had probably been ruined in the warfare anyway.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]He was taking an aimless walk when he noticed a form collapse out of the corner of his eye. He didn't see the entire scene play out - he only saw her topple in the grass. It took him a while for him to galvanize himself, it not quite registering at first what had happened, or that this stranger could need help. The young Rowtag had never really found himself in a situation where another creature's well-being was potentially in his hands. Suffice to say, by the time he padded over, he was relieved to see someone else there as well.
The thin hybrid moved closer to her side, stretching down and timidly sniffing the fallen feline. She didn't seem to have any fresh wounds that might have caused her collapse, which was more unsettling in a way, hinting at something darker and deeper. "Should... we get a medic?" he asked quietly, glancing only fleetingly at Frostlantern. He mostly kept his gaze on Blaze, waiting to see whether she'd become responsive and answer the other cat's question.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Rowtag's long, lean physique was not quite built for speed, even if it appeared so. He was more thin than anything. Delicate even. All the same, he stepped in amongst the others, albeit more nervously. It would be nice to stretch his legs, and have something to do. And the lure of friendly competition was not lost on him.
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