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
Italic #DB7193
Oh, The Places You'll Go!
A permanent sense of optimism cloaks her like a warm blanket. This world is big and wonderful and there is beauty to be found in every nook and cranny. She will always make the most of every situation but in front of her, using it to learn or discover something new. Even the darkest nights can teach perseverance and determination, and with enough of either you can learn to see the stars. She will see the world, there is no doubt in her about that, and she would love to take her Bonded with her. That together they may discover and grow into something greater than the sum of their parts.

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
Bold #F36A3D
Marvin K. Mooney Will You Please Go Now
Unflinching. Unyielding. Unmovable. Mostly unmovable. Her seems to have a poor concept of just how large he is, and it's less that he expects the world to move around him than he just seems to not understand how he's in the way. Despite his well-meaning demeanour his second favourite place in the world is to be directly in the way. His first favourite place to be? Why curled up in his bonded's lap, of course. There is no better place to be than nested up with those that you love! He'll see that your never cold, with his whole body wrapped around you, completely oblivious to your inability to breathe.

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
Bold #C2144F
Green Eggs and Ham
There's so much to experience! From new sights and feelings, to new flavours and foods, there's nothing that she won't try. In fact it is her absolute duty to sample everything that she can get her paws on. Her excitement for new things is never ending, and trust that she'll pull anyone along with her that she can. It's important to garner as many experiences as possible, after all, because you never know when you'll find something that's actually your most favourite thing in the world! Doing new things is how you discover what you really love in life.

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
Bold #EEAC43
And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street
There's never any reason for things to be boring, and if they are boring then all that's to be done is to make them interesting. Even if it requires some amount of exaggeration. You generally can assume that the general gist of what he's saying is accurate, but everything is just a little more interesting. Instead of a car pulled by a horse he wants to tell you about the chariot pulled by the most amazingly gorgeous pegasi that he's ever seen! He made you the most elaborate roast beef six course dinner but unfortunately some fire breathing monster totally not him came and ate it! All he could save was this little bit with which to make a roast beef sandwich. But he'll gladly share it with you. Life with him is at least entertaining, yeah?

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
Italic #3840BA
I Am NOT Going To Get Up Today
Is there anything better in the world than a nap? He does not think so. One of the best feelings in the world is to sprawl out in the sunlight in beautiful weather and doze away. He will never be particularly difficult to find, he's not a terribly adventurous and frankly he'd much rather you just lay down and snuggle with him. Look, some days just aren't for getting out of bed, and this is one of them. Life moves too fast and some days you just have to refuse to move with it, otherwise it might think it gets to be the boss of you. Don't let life be the boss of you, take a nap.

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
#99D5F4
Horton Hatches The Egg
Anything that you need, this boy will do. With a powerful zeal he will devote himself to anything asked of him, not matter how difficult or inconvenient it may be. He is true to his word and loyalty is the most important virtue to him. He won't necessarily expect the same loyalty from those around him that he himself displays, but you'll find him very disappointed if you let him down and somehow that's even worse. Trust him though, no task is too outlandish or frivilous for him to pull his all into, and no secret told to him will ever pass his lips. This Demonhound is faithful, one hundred percent.

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
Bold #72336A
Fox In Socks
Liltingly loquacious she waxes lyrical levity with love. Her vaunted vocabulary can be vexing, verbosely voracious with a vainglorious veneer. She is earnest in her eager exploration of eloquence, encouraging emulation of her eclectic erudition. Responding right with riddles builds radiant rapport, but rankling rejection causes recalcitrant rifts with this raconteur. A wishful waltz of words and whimsical witticism may not be nascent nor negligible but no novice is so nefariously nescient as to nullify her nurturing narrative.

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
Italic #5842F9
Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You?
Onomatopoeia are words that sound like, well, sounds. Isn't that wonderful? It's fascinating how sounds can make meaning and we call them words and we can say so many things with words! Now imagine if you could just buzz with the bees and quack with the ducks? What would the cow have to say if you could moo with him? Well, she's going to find out. It helps that she seems to have a way with animals, despite the visage that some find terrifying, even the jumpiest of rabbits seems to be at ease with her. If anyone can learn to the commune in the language of the animals it's probably her. Just be grateful that she's talking their ear off instead of yours for the moment.

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
Italic #1AAE8B
There's A Wocket In My Pocket!
People just take life too seriously, and she refuses to be one of them. There's humour to be found in even the most simple things. Her mastery of language may not be the best but that doesn't mean she can't make you laugh. Even the deepest frown can look like a smile if you look at it upside down, and that's how she goes about her life; always taking a novel approach to things. Sure, sometimes she can be spooked by shadows or the monster under the bed, but she fights that fear with laughter. She strives to find humour in even the most simple of tasks and her day will never be complete until she's at least gotten a chuckle out of you.

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
Italic #9CDFD1
The Lorax
She tends to come across a little solemn and a little reserved, but it's only out of a very deep love for everything. From the littlest blade of grass to the mightiest dragon, she will love them all. If she wore shirts she would give you the one off her back to make sure everyone stayed warm. Everyone deserves respect, and there's always enough to go around if you just distribute it right. But don't take her for a delicate soul, she'll stand up to injustice with a quiet, stubborn sort of ferocity. She believes in second chances, even third or fourth, but some times people have to learn by failing, and all you can do is protect those around them from going down with the ship. She'll never cut the lifeline though, if you ever change your mind and want help she'll be the first person there. There may be hard times and shortages, but hope is never in drought.

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.

Wolfgang who found himself down in the mud
Landing with such an ungraceful thud
And trampled as well must be quite unpleasant
Too bad he would be troubled by an adolescent

He would take sticks right to face
As a pyre lost balance in her stacking race
Stout sticks stack swell, She looked down at the man
Sorry sir, I can do it I can!

Curiosity pulled an Altar from the dirt,
The other mans fall caused a bit of a snort.
There's a woad under the road, She insisted with glee,
I will dig there, please come with me!

Never to turn her nose up at a treat
An Inferno showed interest that couldn't be beat
Haelys had brought something new to eat!
And placed it right here at her very own feet!

To be licked to be sniffed
To be tasted quite readily
Such sweet! She exclaimed, her eyes had gone wide
Thanking you for this treat you provide!

Good that you share, And Altar decreed
Only sadness is brought by greed.
From up in his tree a Flash saw her dangle
And thought of such games from up at this angle

He leapt and he flapped
And he flew with such grace
That at least he did not hit her right in her face
Tied up and tangled all into her hair
With wings and with embers gone everywhere

He is just a pup after all, you see
He does not quite fly so perfectly.

Upwards at Ren one eye did open
Hi, spoke the sleeping mother Ashen.
You nap? Spoke a little boy beside her
The size of his yawn not the least bit demure.

A brimstone looked up at a robot that spoke
And then looked about at all the nice folk
Is comfy, Is what he would insist
And not in the way. Whatever Zen's problem it had gone quite missed.

Being swarmed by puppies wasn't exactly what Haelys had in mind for her visit to the village. However, even she had to admit that out of all the things that could have interrupted her day, itty bitty chonky puppers was certainly not something even she could feel justified complaining about. Although they could mind speak and had skulls on their heads, they still looked like the fuzzy equivalent of plump chestnuts rolling about.

Haelys and Iskilisk stared at the Inferno and Altar. The Wher was fascinated and even felt a little warm and tingly inside. The woman's heart felt cold as usual (but maybe the ice had melted just slightly?), and yet she couldn't bring herself to look annoyed at such rolly polly creatures. So, instead, she neutrally agreed.

"Mm, yes." She wouldn't quite yet teach the puppy that actually happiness was brought by greed. He would learn eventually.

And then she was dive-bombed. At first she remained sitting up, tilting her head down to try and wiggle the puppy out of her hair. But as things got more and more tangled, she found herself slowly keeling over onto the ground. Now she looked annoyed. Flailing and flapping and...FLAMES?!

The woman ended up flat on her back so that her long hair fell upon the ground and her head did not need to support the weight of the puppy. She used her hand to fish for him, eventually plucking him by the scruff and plopping him on her belly (with hair still everywhere).

"Stop. Stop. Stop breathing fire." Her tone was calm, but firm. One hand stayed on the Flash. The other hand slapped out a couple smoking hairs. Then she began untangling him, slowly but surely. Why? Why her?

In the meantime, Iskilisk managed to stick his big snout far enough into the bag to retrieve the other buns and release them onto the grass. FREE TREATS FOR EVERYONE!

His head slowly slid closer to the Inferno, blue eyes whirring with contentment as he inspected her more closely. His warm breath ruffled her fur as he exhaled. He was so interested. These little things were so cute, so curious!

Smol pup was stubborn;
“Is comfy, not in the way”-
And how cute was that?

“Okay,” said the jet,
“I wouldn’t have thought it, but
“I guess that makes sense.”

He looked back at mom
And that pile of siblings
How were they cuter?!

Giant robot had
A Secret Weapon TM
And unleashed it now!

A brightly striped ball
In yellow, red and orange
Bounced just for pup.

“Would you like to play?”
More bouncing! For Zenith thought
That now was playtime!

And if others came
To join in their fun and games
So much the better!

A nap is good. The Flash decided.
For growing big and strong. He cited.
Could lay with us in the sun.
Would Ren join the little one?

Or perhaps another of interest
Would pull Ren's attention for an instant?
What are you? Asked an Ember
What could you tell him that he would remember?

With a wiggle and squirm at the sound of her stop
Haelys hair-friend gave one last little pop
A soft burst of petulant flame
As she held him aloft in shame

Do you visit us to play?
His tiny paws dangled away
With the upturned bag and wher
With glee did yip the sister pair

The Inferno dove into the bag
While the Altar did bounce and wag
Upon the wher she did pounce
With kisses and a happy bounce

Stacking sticks swells skills.
Her eyes rolled over great big hills
What wiles do you will? She asked
Putting Wolfgang to the task

With a bob of the head
A Brimstone took heed
The ball bounced before eyes
That did quickly apprise

At the ball he leapt
And an eager paw swept
The ball bounced away
And on the ground he did splay

Not the least bit perturbed
Enthusiasm uncurbed
To his paws he did scramble
Towards the toy would he tumble

Geoff was lead to a patch in the grass
Barely scratched by the pups tiny mass
A woad is a friend! She would exclaim
Much like a kriend! Her confidence would proclaim

Tiny paws scuffed at the dirt
Her tiny size her progress hurt
She looked up at the man and his much larger size
Giving him sweet puppy-dog eyes

||Another PostyPost! Sorry for the delay with the holidays and all. The descs are all up as well so please send preffs, the sooner the better!||

You know what, damned be she,
A nap didn’t sound so bad.
She looked at her companion so wee,
And sat down with all she had.

She had to admit the sun felt nice
Though she didn’t lay on her back,
She looked about, once, twice,
An ideal moment, if she had but a snack.

But then came a more bubbly pup
Stark red compared to the blue,
And while she did remain sat up,
She looked at this young one too.

“A turian.” she responded, not that it’d help,
Her species was probably foreign.
But she’d answer questions had by the whelp,
Hoping their conversation wouldn’t stop the snorin’.

She did notice the ball bouncing by,
She did like the idea of play,
But for now she’d just relax with a sigh,
And speak when she had stuff to say.

ooc, 141 words

Oh. It listened.

"Good boy." She praised, setting him back down on her chest and slowly untangling her hair. He would be free shortly.

"No," was her answer to the question. Haelys did not play. And yet, here she was, on the floor with a puppy on top of her.

Iskilisk had never received puppy kisses before. It inspired something in him. Excitement. Unmanageable excitement.

Suddenly, he got the zoomies. Tucked in his butt and took off running. This was perhaps the most fun he had ever had. Haelys had absolutely no idea what the actual hell was happening.