Please, Give Mom A Break

Demonhound puppers!

I don't promise that this whole bonding will be in anapestic tetrameter and I sure don't expect your posts to be, but I thought this would be fun~

It's just a loose funny bonding so bring whatever characters you want and have fun with it. They're little bitty babs recently weaned and looking for a home, please give them one! Descs will be forthcoming.

0/10 Puppies
0/1 Ashen
0/1 Brimstone
0/1 Inferno
0/1 Ember
0/2 Flash
0/2 Pyre
0/2 Altar

My Mountain Is Waiting Ashen
Oh, The Places You'll Go!
Svelte and smooth, this Ashen grows into a frame not unlike that of a greyhound. Long legged and with delicate wings built for speed. Her fur is short but lays smooth over her body and is almost impossibly black, good luck ever finding her at night. Her thing, angled wings are similarly dark, but take on the sheen of an oil slick when you hit them with the right light. Of course if you get the right lighting you're like to be blinded by the impossibly polished white bone of her skull. How it stays so impossibly clean despite her best efforts of sticking her nose in everything is a mystery for the ages. Her fangs are delicate and needle like, but her wide, golden brown eyes are more likely to draw attention. Something about that face will always seem puppylike no matter how old she may be.


Please Go Now Brimstone
Marvin K. Mooney Will You Please Go Now
He is somewhat reminiscent of a cinder block. Squared of shoulder and barrel of chest, even his wings give the appearance of being broad and heavy. His colouring gives off the appearance of being a brick, with his long, shaggy fur taking on a strawberry blond appearance; a red topcoat laying over a thick blond undercoat. The thick fur is incredibly soft and extremely good for petting, hugging, or laying upon. Though he does tend towards the pudgier side unless his diet is carefully monitored, his weight comes mostly from density, at no point does he look like he weighs as much as it feels like he does when he sits on you. His square, thick wings take a more golden appearance, starting as almost bronze by his shoulders and spreading out into a delicate yellow along the farthest edges. The ivory of his skull gives the appearance of yellowed bone left out in the sun, and his thick fangs seem more appropriate for crushing rather than piercing. Set into that skull are the biggest, saddest brown eyes you have ever seen.


Could You, Would You Inferno
Green Eggs and Ham
If you could get her to sit still this Inferno would be a statuesque beauty. Her delicate paws are just a tiny bit too small for her frame and gives her the appearance of walking on her tip-toes. Slim limbs of a dancer and wings like delicate fans. The fur down her back is so dark it could be almost black, but as it reaches over her spin and drips down her sides it blooms into a rosy red before fading into a blood-orange over her belly. Her ruby red wings sparkle like a fine layer of glitter has been cast over them. Her beauty is only somewhat marred by the eeriness of her skull, a shade of reddish pink one normally only finds in deeply set blood stains, a fact not helped by the vampiric sharpness of her fangs. However, you'll never find malice in her soft grey eyes.


A Story That No One Can Beat Ember
And To That I Saw It On Mulberry Street
The runt of the litter, this little Ember is never going to be very big. That suits him, from his little paws to his stubby tail there is something soft and round about this happy little guy. With short, soft red brindle fur and pastel peachy wings he has a very puppyish appearance. It can even be seen in the loping way that he moves and the graceless sprawl of his legs that he never seems quite sure what to do with. The skull over his head also has the same very faint orange tint that his wings have. His dull rounded teeth are impossible to be afraid of and his wide gold eyes are glimmering with excitement.


To Lie Here Woozy-Snoozing Flash
I Am NOT Going To Get Up Today
A lazy bag of bones without a doubt, this Flash is just as soft and round as you would expect. Mostly a solid blue-grey in colour with a white blaze between his eyes and splotches down his chest, he stands fairly tall when he bothers to stand at all, almost a full four feet at the shoulder. His broad wings are a soft sky blue in colour and are particularly excellent for covering his eyes from the bright light of the sun or creating a good blanket for his bonded or other small shinies. His vibrant blue eyes stand out distinctly from the dark, smoky gray of his skull.


A Demonhound's Faithful One Hundred Percent Flash
Horton Hatches The Egg
Dusty sky blue with darker navy clouds in wide patches over his body, this Flash is the easiest to mistake for a normal canine. From his wagging tail to the hang of his tongue and the excitement of his big grey eyes, he stands only slightly larger than his Ember brother. There is a distinct lope to his gate that can even be detected in his flying, the way he sways from side to side with the beat of his wings. The wings themselves are a vibrant blue like a summer afternoon sky, and splotched over with patches of pale blue and white that almost look like clouds. The same patterns holds over onto the bone of his skull, giving him a softer kind of look you don't often see in a Demonhound.


Try To Say This Pyre
Fox In Socks
There is something distinctly average about this girl, from the plain bone white skull to the warm yellow of her eyes. Her fur is mottled black and purples, though dark enough that it's hard to tell where one colour ends and the next begins unless you get her in bright light. The stretch of her wings is almost perfectly proportional, though the faintest tinge of dark green at the farthest edges does stand out as a bit odd. She is a simple beauty, but a beauty nonetheless, with graceful movements and bright lavender eyes.


Wonderful Sounds Pyre
Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You?
Brighter than her rank sister, though far from being the brightest of the lot, the royal blue of her skull inset with amethyst eyes seems gives way to a black cape down her back, ticked through with softer shades of purple. The cape drops away into a darker lavender down her sides that lightens up as it travels down her legs until it could almost be considered pink down at her toes. Her chin is white and it continues down her chest and belly, and just a little bit on the insides of her legs. Her wings are a graceful gradient, from a black shade at her shoulders that gives away into a sunset blue that transitions into a warm evening purple at the very ends.


That's The Kind Of House I Live In Altar
There's A Wocket In My Pocket!
There's a mossyness to her plush fur, an earthen sort of green over her body. It warms into a brighter emerald shade around her throat and down her legs, with a grassy tone wrapping around her belly. From a distance it's quite easy to mistake the green of her skull for a mask made of moss. Her eyes are a particularly pale green, standing out as bright against her darker body, and her wings are marbled across with dark and light greens woven together.


I Speak For The Treats Altar
The Lorax
Compared to her dark and vibrant siblings, this Altar could be mistaken for a ghost. From her dirty white fur with bits of grey around the toes and down her tail, to the faintest hint of green in the shadows and ridges of her skull. Even her wings have the scratchy sort of quality you get from a pen that's out of ink. The only real bit of colour on her is the vibrant, unmistakable emerald of her eyes. Even her movements have a bit of a ghost-like quality to them, the way she prefers flying to walking and the eerie silence with which she can move. It's not uncommon for her to pop up behind you when you least expect it, with no idea how she got there.

From the marketplace, Haelys emerged. She carried a plump bag of items, pristine white boots clicking against the cobblestone. She walked as if she had places to be, loose white hair flicking to and fro.

This chillier season had brought some of the darker things out in the weyrd. And despite what certain others might think, the human queen was not all bad. Different circumstances brought out different sides of people. But you know what the ultimate test was to determine if someone had a soft spot?

Puppies.

As Haelys marched, observing but ignoring the puppies and Wolfgang on the ground, something caught her eye. Iskilisk, her Sapphire Wher, lying next to a tree and staring at the tiny shinies. The woman stopped. Her mistrust of Dragons and Dragon-like creatures was still present, but had certainly transformed throughout recent events. She had never seen Iskilisk hurt anything besides her arm when they first met, but she couldn't help but worry that he was about to eat these little things for lunch.

In reality, Iskilisk had simply followed his bond to the market to be near her. It was when he stumbled upon the puppies that he decided to settle down and watch them. He was just curious! Very innocent, really. He wouldn't mind if they licked his face or climbed on him, but he wasn't the type to be forward. He always stayed on the sidelines.

Some sort of thin moral fiber compelled Haelys to approach her Watch-Wher in defense of the puppies.

"Do not eat them." She commanded with a stern face. She plopped her bag down on the ground, gently rummaging around. A package wrapped in thick fabric was pulled out. There were freshly-baked buns inside and the covering had served to insulate them until she got home. Alas, here she was, rolling a fresh bun across the ground towards the face of her Wher.

"There. You can have that instead." She was grumpy that the bun was ruined. She knew they typically ate meat, but it was all she had to offer right now. Without a sound, Iskilisk gently shifted his head away from the offering. He wasn't hungry. With a huff, Haelys wrapped up the remaining buns and worked on getting them back into the bag. A couple of her new fabric samples had fallen out. As she leaned down, her long hair fell over her shoulder and the tips of it tickled the ground.

Without knowing it, she had created a perfect puppy playground—a big friendly Wher, a bun treat on the floor, fabric scraps, and HAIR.

There were few things that Ren could trust,
and though puppies felt like a must,
she stared at the ground
at the wiggling and frowned
and wondered if this day was a bust.

She looked at the mom 'hound laying down
and wondered if she'd look like a clown
if she came up to say
the single word "Hey",
and hope that in puppies she wouldn't drown.