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[summons] looking for Lux, Abaeze, and Lapis // mid 70s // Late Summer

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Igbo Black J
 

Igbo Black paced away from the lake, anxious, trouble, burdened.

Where has Lux been? He had been busy keeping things in order, but where have his children been? Igbo had spent so long taking care of Nima’s biological children that he neglected the everyday presence of his own. A whine slipped from his lips as he made his way to the den they slept in.

“Lapis? Abaeze?” He called nervously, scared of their lack of response.


Mar 14, 2018 01:34 PM

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Abaeze Ebo Black Aeon
 

The sound of his name sent him into immediate movement. Recalling the day Papi had taught the lot of them how to catch squirrels, he’d been trailing one for quite some time now. He’d yet to attempt a strike, caught in between the determination to catch him and show him off as a prized pony to Papi, and the question as to why the squirrel had such a bushy tail but wolves did not. Why did he not have one, and could he get one, and how could he get one if he wanted one, and what the purpose of it was. The curiosity had distracted him, and often he’d stare out at the lake, lost in thought, before noticing the tiny creature scamper off and the boy felt the need to follow after it.

Papi’s voice was close by, as Abaeze had only lingered just a few feet or so away from the den he still slumbered in. Turning towards home, his paws moved swiftly and carried him closer. In moments like this, he didn’t realize how much bigger he;d grown, how his paws covered more ground than they had before: leading him to get to the den in a moment’s notice rather than the days he fully remembered it would have taken him half a day to do the same activity.

His father’s lean frame stood out like a dark spot against the bright, pale colors that surrounded them. Ears erect, tail wagging, he called out to him.

“Papi!”


Mar 15, 2018 06:27 PM — Post #1

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Igbo Black J
 

aaaahh he’s so cute<3<3

The gentle, lovable call of his son. “Abaeze,” he calmed warmly as he turned his head of his shoulder. “One has grown quite big!” Igbo boasted momentarily as he pivoted around and trotted to embrace his son.


Mar 16, 2018 02:43 PM — Post #2

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Abaeze Ebo Black Aeon
 

Sorry for the belated response!


A wide grin spread across his face as his father spoke, remembering fondly when his father had pointed out his growth once before in the Caverns. It wasn’t something he’d especially cared to notice then, but it was different now when the space around him seemed to be covered by two long strides rather than twenty.

Closing the distance between Father and himself, he nuzzled the top of his forehead against his father’s jawline in greeting. Father was still bigger than him, but it was without any effort to stretch that Abaeze reached to just below him. He wondered if Father would ever get bigger too, or if he himself would grow to be a giant.

“Papi! I am almost as big as you now!” he jested, eyes scanning around them briefly, hoping to catch the familiar frame of his sister on the horizon.


Mar 29, 2018 09:55 PM — Post #3

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Igbo Black J
 

It’s okay, we’ve both been busy!
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Igbo eased into his son’s touch, eager to return the same sense of love and unity his son made him feel. He released a light chuckle, predetermined to the flight of a carefree feather. Banter with his son came at no cost to him. “Almost!” He chuckled, smiling at his optimistic son. Igbo could not imagine his son grasping the earth like the paws of Nima’s children, leaving big impact boulders in the earth where ever they stepped.

“The mountains still tower over one though!” He replied with a gleen in his dark, amber eyes. It was certainly true. No matter how large one grew physically, they did not dominate all.


Mar 31, 2018 08:29 PM — Post #4

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Abaeze Ebo Black Aeon
 

Papi’s remark on the mountains was certainly true. He could remember a time he believed that he would grow this tall, when Papi still mirrored their size. But he was bigger now, and so were the other children, and the adults by comparison were no where near the scaling heights of the serene mountains that surrounded them in beauty.

“You’re right, Papi. The mountains will ever remain much bigger than we!”

Finally, casting his sight away from the distance of the mountains, of the possibility of Lapis joining them, he looked back at his Father. His brows furrowed in confusion and concern.

“Why did you call for us, Father?” he asked, curious as to the nature of tone of his Father’s voice when the howls had gone up. “Is there something wrong? Did something happen?”

Always quick to the question, forsaking the chit-chat.


Apr 04, 2018 08:50 PM — Post #5

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Igbo Black J
 

Igbo chuckled at his son’s remark. ‘The mountains will ever remain much bigger than we!’. He wished that he could hear his son talk forever about the little things. Abaeze was receptive and kind, and most of all inquisitive.

Sadly as a father, Igbo had a hard time speaking on such delicate terms, like: where has your mother been? has she said anything to you?

Only slightly faltering in his generous smile, he leaned in close to his son, ready to give a tremendous secret. “Abaeze,” he spoke hushed,“Let us go for a swim before the weather turns it into bitter ice!”


Apr 05, 2018 08:43 PM — Post #6

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Abaeze Ebo Black Aeon
 

It did not immediately occur to him that Father was misdirecting him with a task, distracting any answers that may fill him with joy or dread. Rather, he was enthralled with the idea of swimming. It was not something he’d ever attempted since the news had spread like a wildfire of the drowned boy. But Abaeze was big now, and stronger than he had been. Could big kids drown too? Could adults?

Abaeze beamed, “Yes, Papi! I’d like that very much.” he whispered back, holding in a lighthearted laugh at spending time with Father.

He paced a few steps ahead of Igbo, heading towards the water. Throwing his head back to look at the shadowy frame behind him, his ears perked up and his steps paused mid-halt.

“Father, why do wolves swim? And when does the water turn into ice? And why does it turn into ice at all, why not stone or sand?” he asked, amber gaze turning back to look ahead at the lake.


Apr 08, 2018 06:55 PM — Post #7

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Igbo Black J
 

A soft exhale of relief escaped him. No disruptive snap of teeth, of anger, of flamed pains and leeching voids. Igbo Black happily followed his son to the edge of lakeside, but stopped as Abaeze swiftly to question. A piece of his heart leaped! It spun and twirled! How inquisitive. Eager and willing, yet ready to consume knowledge with questions.

“Well” Igbo started with a proud smile and a light chuckle,” one is a wolf, is one not? Let us begin with one question at a time, then perhaps my ancient wisdom with the seasons can quench one’s thirst!” He ended with a laugh, happy that even in times where he felt more vulnerable than he ever had in his life, he could still be himself.


Apr 09, 2018 10:25 PM — Post #8

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