07-27-2019, 10:03 PM
SOME SAY I HAVE NO DIRECTION — Soft and quick pawsteps echoed off of the stone floors of the Elysium main camp as Bugpup raced out from the nursery cavern, taking his first breath of cool mountain air that wasn't shared with some sort of chaperone. For four long moons now, Bugpup had mostly been regulated between the nursery cavern and the small area around it, stopped from wandering off too far by the many worried mothers that didn't want him going out because of his lack of experience with... anyone, really. His Mother had disappeared shortly after his birth, seemingly just a passing stranger that had dropped off her puppy without a second thought in Elysium territory, with nothing but a note proclaiming Romanempires as his Father.
Seeing as the male in question had left many, many moons ago, the mothers of the group had communally decided to take care of Bugpup and raise him away from everyone until he was ready. Bugpup had proven to be quite the rambunctious little shiba though, so his first day out came quicker than they had originally planned, with him stumbling out of the nursery cave with a huge grin on his muzzle, brown eyes glittering with excitement.
He was still in an awkward phase of puppy hood, with his legs seeming too short and his head seeming too big for his own body, but he didn't seem too worried about it as he quickly scrambled his way up onto a large rock in the main camp cavern, his tail wagging vigorously behind him. His eyes flicked to and fro all around to all of the different passing faces, and he couldn't even imagine all of the other group members he had yet to meet thanks to being cooped up in the nursery all the time.
Plopping his fuzzy butt down against the rock, he cleared his throat before barking loudly, ears seeming to flick in time with his words like a nervous tic, "Hey everyone! I wanna introduce myself to all of you! I think it's called an, uhm, a meet and greet? That's what the nice ladies in the nursery called it, anyways..." He quickly shook his head, knowing that he was already getting off track - focus, Bugpup! - and he hadn't even said his name, "I'm Bugpup! I've been in the nursery for like... so long. But now I'm finally allowed to go out! Oh, and also I'm the son of Ro... Ro... Romanempires? I think that's how you say it." His Dad had such a long name that it made his head hurt. He'd have to tell him how hard it was to say sometime... that is if he ever met him. He was unaware of his Father's recent return, mostly cut off from recent events. — THAT I'M A LIGHTSPEED DISTRACTION
"SPEECH"
Seeing as the male in question had left many, many moons ago, the mothers of the group had communally decided to take care of Bugpup and raise him away from everyone until he was ready. Bugpup had proven to be quite the rambunctious little shiba though, so his first day out came quicker than they had originally planned, with him stumbling out of the nursery cave with a huge grin on his muzzle, brown eyes glittering with excitement.
He was still in an awkward phase of puppy hood, with his legs seeming too short and his head seeming too big for his own body, but he didn't seem too worried about it as he quickly scrambled his way up onto a large rock in the main camp cavern, his tail wagging vigorously behind him. His eyes flicked to and fro all around to all of the different passing faces, and he couldn't even imagine all of the other group members he had yet to meet thanks to being cooped up in the nursery all the time.
Plopping his fuzzy butt down against the rock, he cleared his throat before barking loudly, ears seeming to flick in time with his words like a nervous tic, "Hey everyone! I wanna introduce myself to all of you! I think it's called an, uhm, a meet and greet? That's what the nice ladies in the nursery called it, anyways..." He quickly shook his head, knowing that he was already getting off track - focus, Bugpup! - and he hadn't even said his name, "I'm Bugpup! I've been in the nursery for like... so long. But now I'm finally allowed to go out! Oh, and also I'm the son of Ro... Ro... Romanempires? I think that's how you say it." His Dad had such a long name that it made his head hurt. He'd have to tell him how hard it was to say sometime... that is if he ever met him. He was unaware of his Father's recent return, mostly cut off from recent events. — THAT I'M A LIGHTSPEED DISTRACTION
"SPEECH"